New design, this one is inspired straight from my bathroom sink. Comments gladly accepted. Also, please let me know if anything isn't working properly. And I'm lazy, so the rest of the site won't have the new design for a while.

oh yea, and there's no symbolism in the soap dispenser on the left. I just liked the color.

"Hey son, this is your old man"

Now, before I tell my latest drama story I would just like to clarify one thing. When someone whom you can count the amount of times you've met on your fingers calls you up, do you expect a casual, loose and uninhibited conversation? Even when there should be some kind of bond that rises above time, it just doesn't last, particularly when almost every promise made has been broken.

My father called this morning. The second time I had heard from him in years, the last time being a week ago when he said that he would call me during the week so that we could set up a time to meet and go to dinner this weekend. He acted like we had the perfect father-son relationship. He said, for his convenience, he wants me to drive all the way out to his place, which is about 30-45 minutes away. He did offer to help with gas, but its the principle of the matter. When someone is trying to reconnect the bonds of a relationship, making some sacrifices isn't too much too ask.

The sad thing is, every time I have met him he has been the nicest guy ever. But so many promises have turned to lies that it's difficult to look past them. I am hoping for the best this time, as I have in the past.

I took the bus in to the city for school yesterday. I lugged my pack through the streets, past the giant buildings toward my school, seven blocks from the bus stop. Its a nice walk, and even when its raining I find some interesting train of thought to carry me a long. I came in the rear entrance of the main building, beside the entrance to the small indoor garage is a large blue dumpster. In it was a man with a brown flannel shirt and a dark grey beanie. He was rummaging about, looking for disposed treasures or maybe food to last him the day, I'm not sure. I feel so bad for these people, not only because they are societies rejects but because at one time they were my age with a head full of dreams and a future of possibilities.

ok. I can tell already this design wont last long, but I had to have something so I just pulled this out of my ass. I am back, with a screamingly fast connection. My god am I loving it. I used to download at 2-3, now I download at 30-40k. Nice.

This is really an insignificant entry, due to the fact that I am busy taking advantage of my new-found glorious internet connection. Maybe later I will post something of significance.

Thanks Louise, Mudge, and Les.

OH, and if anyone knows of a good file sharing app for mac, please tell me. I'm using limewire, which is buggy as shit, and mactella which I am not having good luck with.

ok guys. I got my dsl modem yesterday, and after a failed attempt at connecting, I called and found out that my service isn't being turned on till tomorrow after 5pm(friday). So, hopefully I will be back tomorrow. I can't believe it's been a whole month now. Where has the time gone? Through days of new experiences and nights of reinventing old ones, the days have just flown bye. So. I thank you for your patience, particularly my wonderful fill-in writers, without them this site would have gone dead and you probably wouldn't be reading this right now.

so, until tomorrow. hopefully.

More motherfuckin questions! :)

1. Whats your favorite CD?
2. Which is better, AIM or ICQ?
3. What do you think of Les' new band's name??
4. Whats your middle name?
5. What time do you wake up everyday??

I’ve been slacking off again. I apologize.

I haven’t left a post here for a while, haven’t left a post at my site for a while, and really haven’t done anything of substance for a while.

Anyways, here’s a mini-update of my life - last weekend, I went with my best friend up to Anchorage and stayed at his apartment. He was going to start attending UAA this semester, but it had already started a week earlier, so I somehow convinced him to hold it off for another semester (actually, I think he would’ve come to this decision without me...).

We also started a band. Chocolate Lab is the name, and hopefully we’ll put out an album before I get down to Portland. We’ve done just about everything it takes to put out an album - came up with cover art, wrote some songs, found a recording studio. But we’ve yet to actually play any songs together! Oh well, if you hear of an album called “There’s No Wrong Way To Eat The Planet Saturn” by Chocolate Lab, you’ll know that’s us.