Body Hair, Flint and Punch

Hey there. What lovely weather we are experiencing.

This morning after taking Ian to school, I drove to my meeting at the KSC writing center. It was not that productive, and by the end I was so desperate to leave that I faked a sudden enlightenment as to what I should be doing with my paper, before driving to and applying at Walmart.

After this, I went home and tried to organize my ideas, which did not go so well. It is much harder than I thought it would be to write about something that your professor has already drank the life out of. Anyway, I did not actually have a bad day at all. It was one of those days where it is nice outside, and when you get into the car it feels like you just opened an oven door, or put your face too close to the BBQ in order to smell cooking food. I played a lot of music today, which I do enjoy, and I also began reading the essential writings of G. K. Chesterton which was kindly lent to me. Speaking of books, do any of you, and you know who you are, know what happened to certain books I took out last year and never returned? If I am ever tracked down by the KSC Library version of Joe Bookman, It will be awesome.. I will keep some instant coffee ready, and I think you should too because I am bringing you down with me.

After all of that, I drove to KIA of Keene to pick up my mom. After returning her to the Casey Compound, I drove to have my hair cut. I ended up getting a very short buzz, and I talked about body hair with the nice lady who was cutting the percentage that resides on my head....ewww.. Anyway, It turns out that I must be a Turk.

Wow, Stale and poorly constructed Seinfeld references, as well as the creepy body hair talk aside, I seem to be running out of things to tell you about, but that doesn't stop me. Just like when yesterday in my history class, I expressed strong opinions on a document I had never seen or read, only to be called a sexist by my class mates. The point I am making here is that you should always know what you are saying when you are saying it... Either that, or you should have no idea.. It is sort of what I do when I write to you. Have a wonderful American day.

Scorpio, Febreeze and Steel

So how y'all doin' ? Thought I would change the font a bit to throw y'all off. It is quite late, and the reason for this is that as the earth circles the sun, Spongebob throws crabby patties up in the air, thus cutting our daily light supply in half. I am about to continue with my Irish paper. I am not looking forward to it at all, just as I am not looking forward to my meeting with Jahleh (Charlie?) tomorrow. I have come to the point where natural writing stops, and now I have go back and expand on what I already have written, which to me is not fun... Not fun at all, and the fact that what I am writing about does not interest me in the slightest does little to get the literary juices flowing.

I think that after a little complaining, I need to convince myself that I am not as self centered as opening a blog and writing about myself everyday would have you believe. I just got back from my Catholic music practice, where we played music. Now here is the story: One of my band mates has a daughter, who for the last few months has had a Kenyan visitor. This visitor came over to experience all the wonders of our great country and while she was doing this, her country started experiencing some more of the unintended consequences of colonialism. Long story short, she no longer has to apply for asylum as her student visa has been accepted. The downside to this is that college costs money, and money for most people in Kenya is a very special occasion.. So the group that I am a part of is doing a benefit concert. You should come. It will be swell. There will be plenty of music, and if you live in the Monadnock region your presence is requested and required at a date and time I will later specify.. Thank you.

Well, I really have to work.. Just remember that in the best of all possible potatoes, all is for the best....Have a lovely glass of tonic water.

Skoal, Mountain Dew and Turkey

Oh hey, what's up? Not much? Well of course not much, because you are here.

Have you ever noticed that when you are playing the ukulele, you often find that your fingers are too fat? I have never found this to be true, but if you do, might I recommend taping them into a smaller shape?

Well, today was a very usual sort of day. I woke up early and waited for Ian to wake up so that I could take him to school. I waited and waited and ended up making myself coffee. After I had driven him to school, I went to the post office to send my tax returns. Did you know that the IRS is not trustable? On my way home, I listened to Dan Mitchell, who had Bob Marley on this morning. I am not a fan of Dan Mitchell, but Bob Marley is a very funny man indeed. I even considered going to see his show, but I don't see any point in it now, as he did almost an hour of live material on the radio.

I came home and started another 5 pages of my potato paper. I wrote a paragraph, before going to Walgreen's to buy Gold Bond medicated powder, with extra medication (green container) as well as soap and other essential items. I also ran into one of my Catholic band mates and we talked about the cumbus. I usually would not identify people solely by religion, but in this case it is hard not to.

After an hour or so of the history channel to wake myself up, I went to college. I wrote something about my class right here, but have since deleted it because I am not really in a complaining mood and it is possible that I have talked about this class too much. After it was over, I went to the KSC writing center, and made an appointment with a tutor named Jahleh (jolly??) Who will be helping me with my paper. I already know I will butcher her name, so I am going to do some awkward description of it and hope someone will know what I am talking about, as per my usual practice in such situations.

When I got home, I left to pick Ian up. I waved to some of you and drove to Circuit City with Ian to see iMON. iMON was not there, as he is as trustable as usual with regards to his work habits. When we arrived back home, my grandma was making pasta, which is apparently called Stretz neitz and my mom asked me to move furniture.

I am going to eat dinner, see you when I get back.................

Oh hey, didn't see you come in. Here I am back. The cappelletti, as they turned out to be were delicious.

Yesterday, I went to play folk music. I had no idea what I was going to do, and I only went because I had promised to go months before when my mandolin skills were requested. It turned out to be a 20 minute folk medley with the pops choir.... I have not idea what that is. The practice was at the Monadnock Covenant Church, which I know because I was there, and because it is a few hundred feet from my house. I was surprised to find a room full of seated middle aged to elderly folk and at the back of the room were a selection of my Catholic band mates. I went over to join them, and sat down with the little mandolin. What we played was a selection of American folk songs; stuff like Blowin' in the wind, If I had a hammer, Where have all the flowers gone... Basically a Peter Paul and Mary/ Bob Dylan/ Seeger fest... I enjoyed it, especially as I do like a lot of Pete Seeger songs, no matter how much of a communist he might be. Anyway, at the end I was surprised to see Beth Guion waving madly at me from the crowd of singers. It is nice that she has a hobby that involves using her voice loudly, especially as the state doesn't like her using it to shout at children during the day.

Well, there are a few other things. Important ones, but I will wait until tomorrow. Tonight, I am going to write more of a paper and give up after a few paragraphs, then go hang out with Serena and not pick up any bad habits.

I recently made the choice to leave the Catholic student organization I joined. I do not enjoy it there at all.. I can see the attraction of spending time with people who share something in common, but I don't know... Something about the setup of the group is just very awkward and not that I don't like the people who go, and they are very nice, but they are not the sort of people I would usually choose to spend time with.. You see, I have always been the shy one of my group of friends and to be made the most blunt is not something I enjoy. I can tell, just by looking at the group's facebook page that many others have gone the same way I am now going.. I wish the group all the best and who knows, with me gone maybe it will be awesome..

C ya round.. Have a great day and a best of all possible whatever..