Flowings of Your Everlasting Taffyman

"You know what rhymes with cecil otter? nah whats that? FUCK YOU... its the sex machine"

Sorry for that.

Well it was the first day of classes.... I was apparently supposed to go to some teacher workshops and haven't showed up yet... but I just got the contact e mail from the teacher I'm working with, and shit sounds good... going in tomorrow... sort of oddly nervous... weird to feel nervous about something you have done before... I wonder if every new year I will be nervous before classes.

Its that sort of nervousness where if you truly listened to it, you would quit, drop out of school and hide in your room doing safe activities the rest of your life.. that sort of hidden terror, dread, the kind you don't even pay attention to, too afeared. and what is it that gives you the strength to ignore? not confidence, but maybe experience.


This week shouldn't be so bad... just workshops and maybe room cleaning... and then a class on Friday at noon.

Today I slept.
Sat on the mall for hours watching people and listening to music. Did nothing.
China-d with molly and rock.
floor meeting... awkward conversation... sadly had to admit that there might actually be a reason some of these kids are in spooner -besides the obvious ones of lack of other housing or wanting to be near the school... maybe they are socially awkward...maybe they don't have many friends...maybe they left the floor meeting early so they could go back to their single rooms and watch TV and play on their computers... because they prefer solitude, or maybe they are desperately wanking to some sort of animal porn.
at least they enjoy nature.


whatever... i was thinking of painting but haven't figured anything out to paint yet... and i cant get my computer to recognize the fact that it can burn DVDs.
so that's fun.
you enjoy yourselves... and your cuddling pets.