FNT

Best bit of conversation I had all day. I might turn this into a brief video and/or short fiction.

Me: I don't WANT to do any more work!
Him: Okay. I sa you don't have to. Go forth.
Me: And thrash?!
Him: Of course! Seeing as you are not a duck.
Me: Of course not. I'm a human being.
Him: Yes! And homework is best left to ducks.
Me: I agree. However, ducks don't speak Spanish.
Him: Some do. ..... Spanish ducks. At least they understand it. ... Maybe write a bit.
Me: On the shoreline with a bit of reed.
Him: yup.

That's Mike. (His name's not "Baby". It's Michael. Mr. Normyle if you're nasty.)

So it appears that my day tomorrow is going to be a little crazy. Considering I haven't read The Death of Ivan Ilyich in like three years, my knowledge of it is a little too sketchy for proper discussion in class Wednesday. But if I finish my stupid Spanish composition tonight, it should be okay, I should have time. Class is silly. I skipped history of Africa today to do the reading for it.
Also to talk to Brian, which was necessary.

So much crap has happened and I feel a little disconcerted about it all. But at least it's not total chaos, and I'm in a Bible study and a vegetarian, and recycling more. So there's that. Also a strange, tall fellow with sparkly blues.
That's a start, I guess.

-H

PS... if you don't get that whole duck thing, it's b/c you haven't yet come to know the full awesomeness capacity of Thurston Moore: