You try to go back and pave over the hole
Where an intake of breath had punctured my soul.

Inside your flock of words, something went wrong.

If I could find that Heina
And that Sancho that she's found
I'd pop a cap in Sancho and I'd
Slap her down

Caffeine is my best friend this year.

But it's not bad. :-)

It's not publishing why?

School this year is actually looking really good so far. A lot of my classes are intellectually stimulating. Chemistry is absolutely fantastic, by the way (you probably know I was looking forward to that one the most). Cisco is really cool this year, too. We get to do a lot of binary math right now because we just finished variable length subnet masking. :-) I joined the Cisco Networking Club this year, too, which basically means I get to hack routers for a whole period. Groovy.

All my classes are great. Even gym is better than it was, though the guidelines are more strict this year - because of lawsuits, I'm told. :-p

The Ancient Phoenicians KICK ASS, by the way.

Michelle's party - October 27th - Continental Breakfast is going to rock out. :-)

Wingin' It started up again recently. Nick made it this year, which I was glad to see, because he's got a lot of talent, but not enough opportunity to practice. They didn't take Joe Williams, though, which disappointed me a bit because he balances out Nick, comedy-wise, but it's all good.

I like life a lot.

Listen, it's my blog and I'll change the whole thing if I want to.

I have my reasons, Numero Uno being that I've changed a hell of a lot since September 2004. I don't like who I was then, and I don't like most of what I blogged since then. I'm starting over. None of the stupid emo bullshit - or at least, less of it. Shut the fuck up. I love you all. :-)

So.

This weekend I went kayaking, which was pretty kickass; I'm not gonna lie. It was different than all the previous kayaking trips, because we went as a Venture crew along with the troop. Michelle, Liz, and Elisa were there, and the presence of females made most of the guys act like fucking idiots. They'll get used to it.

Also -

My heart feels like it's melting, but in a totally good way. I hope that made sense.

Creativity levels that skyrocket past the fucking magnetosphere - telltale signs of being in love.

Hold on to sixteen as long as you can.

Yeah, I changed it.

-Jason