Yes yes, Hello Hello once again.
I'm sure I really didnt miss anything since I'm hardly ever here anymore.
Well, lets update shall we?

Since I returned from Taco Land, I've started a new term.
Still depressed as hell, but I now have a new friend whom is like all my old friends rolled into one.
I'd never thought I'd meet another person with animatrix theory breakdowns and the same distaste for reality as yours truely.

Through distastefull and borderline smutty means, I've once again managed to slip my way into the Starbucks employment database and now find myself pouring coffee for ungreatful beatniks with iron personalities as ugly as their red-striped sweaters.

VFS is a trip on it's own.
I'm now realizing the teachers are WAY more intuitive than they initially put off (well DUH, they're actors!) and every day has become a councelling therepy session/mindfuck menagere.

I feel a middle end of low these past few days, as I'm slowly losing my mind, my wit, my energy, my rent money, and my keys..(all the fucken time....GAH!)
I've been clean for weeks now, and I've realized whether you're intoxicated to severly fucked to sober, everything's the same.
Severly distorted while mildly sedating and calming.
(Kinda like a David Lynch Movie and a weekend at my parent's house.)

I just wish I had the conscence and endorphines to enjoy it.

In other news, My Great-Aunt has passed on and my roomate's suicidal.
Both have a strange effect.
I never really knew Ethel, yet I was very saddened upon learning of her passing.
As for Asifa, I put my arms around her shoulders and said "NO!" (Which by the way, is the oldest word in the history of language) while she suggested killing herself. I could easily rant until my face turnes blue about how her boys will be affected and why she must continue living her busy and confusing life.....But wait, Jean...Weren't you the one trying to off yourself a couple of months ago?
AH...This is where it gets tricky..

After a rampage of hiding the bleach, cutting all ropes, dismantling our evil toaster, strategecally placing the knives to create a lovely collage on the wall, and hiding her car keys in places I'd have to charge money to devulge, I think I'm gonna have a little talk with her about what went down a couple months ago. (She still thinks I broke my tail bone groping a piece of stage equipment).

Anyways, May your dinners go unburnt!
I've gotta dust off the ol' Self Help manuals..