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I had my parent's evening at college today. Was mostly good but the all said I needed to get my knowledge on paper and finish timed work on time, the usual stuff. The teachers said they like hearing my contributions to class discussions and I always have an interesting point, so all's good.

Well, out of one boarding house into another.

The answers are pickles and trees!

Mods of the 60s variety...just because I am one, doesn't mean I'm violent.

I'm just feeling so not myself lately, I now just feel every friend comes and then goes. Who is the real person?
Could my girlfriend be using me or not? How the f**k I'm I suppose to know what happens in this world?

Anything that I say in the morning before I've properly woken up is the product of a brain that isn't fully online; and thus should not necessarily be taken as fully representative of my thoughts.

Goodnight, kids.

One of my orchestral colleagues and I started a religion as a joke. Another colleague subsequently joined, and we made a Facebook group for the religion. It actually attracted members. I find this incredibly awesome and amusing.

My posting speed and quantity, is the equivalent of Obsessive Compulsive Exercise. I keep on posting, as a means of running away from my past and my problems. That's why I have over 30000 posts. If I could cut down, I would. I also like how the tapping of the keys sounds like the drums in a rock n roll song, that's turned way down, low. I can't just sit around, in a chair, without being on WrongPlanet, at any point, during my waking hours. Sitting here, on this site, at the keyboard, is my way of dealing with my past, problems and emotions. I'm the happiest, when my fingers are typing and I'm listening to YouTube.

If I didn't like to read I would go out of my frickin' mind.

I arrived at 115 Smith Street on a rainy afternoon. The boarding house looked really nice. "Had this been the place that they were talking about back on Nantucket?" I said to myself. Suddenly, I found myself heading up the walk and inside. I was greeted by this woman, whom must have been in her thirties. I found my room, board was only $1 a week, then I noticed the clientele; these men I had fought alongside with back in New England. While I was happy to see them again, I had wondered why did they come here? My "neighbor" came out of his room, looked me over and said "I'll be damned! It's General Creedon." I noticed he had a joint in his hand, and then he sat down to talk to me. "Why are all you vets here? Don't you have a place to go back to?" "We're here because we don't have anywhere else. No one wants us." He said as he took a toke on his joint. "The question is general, what are YOU doing here?" I replied; "I was kicked out of my own home." A look of surprise appeared on my friends face. I used the phone in my room to call my girlfriend. She had been worried. I told her that my father kicked me out of my home. She said that he was an as*hole for doing so. I also told her that I got pulled over in Wareham for having plates that expired in 1870, or four years prior. She said she was going to get a ferry ticket as soon as possible and head to New Bedford....

i think i have offended a number of oysters that are stuck to the rocks beside a river where i walk past.
i may not go there tomorrow because they are extremely angry with me.
one oyster in particular i am very wary of.
an enraged oyster is something i do not want to challenge.

pffft!! ! I want to see the end of difficult, busy, too much out of the ordinary, harassing, frustrating, too many people to deal with days like today...& yesterday...& the day before...& before that....grrrr...I need the restoration of peace and calm in my life...it feels like a blur these days.

Thanks for listening all (reading that is...)

That wasn't tactful apparently.

MONKEY has cool hair.