I want my mohawk back. A couple more months of hair growth and i can resurrect it.
I’m currently sitting in my last class of school. 30 more minutes and I’m done. I’m so done. Well, actually I’m not… I have to make up two classes if i want to graduate and get my certificate. Flash Technologies II and Web Marketing. The first I was so busy (read: fucked on drugs) the week that the final project was done I never handed it in. So I have an incomplete. Web Marketing was a fucking joke. The content was 6 years old and so fucking obvious that it was insulting. I showed up for maybe 3 out of 6 classes. And I missed the final day of class resulting in failing the final because i was fucked on dope (read: on day 4 and psychotic).
But still, even if i have to make up those courses to get a meaningless piece of paper proving that I actually completed the program, I’m really fucking stoked that I am essentially DONE!
What’s next for me? I don’t know. I am going to continue living one day to the next, cause thinking about the seeming innevitability of being unemployed is a dismal and depressing delusion.
Went to Queens of the Stone Age last night with JR. It was facking sweeet. I have a fire in my belly for drums. “The spice in your tongue is like the taste in your bones for the bass.” Gonna drive to Seattle this weekend to pick up my kit. Starting a band: Straight Pepper Diet.
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