Mjarc

I have a feeling that this is going to be a very weird 4.5 months. One -- I have no money to speak of. It's all tied up in rent, credit card and utility bills, and future beer prospects. Guitar strings? New cd's? Nope. Not unless I find a sugar mama, which seems highly unlikely. Two -- A lot of people seem to be leaving, the least of which is our man Pike and Matt's girl Sylvia and our boy Zook (kind of) and so on and so forth. Boo on all accounts, but only because it'll leave me bored. I wish all three of you the best in your newfound endeavors. Third -- I don't have anymore classes with Kenzo and Ryan. Another boo. They helped to pass the time with snide, seering, hilarious, and pertinent remarks about our classroom surroundings. I just don't think my classes are going to be as interesting this semester without people like them. Four -- I have hair, which is becoming a burden because its all over the place. Someone walked up to me at a bar tonight and said, "I heard you got a mop top going ... Lemme see!" and proceeded to tear off my hat and play with my "mop top".

This is disturbing on a few different levels, the least of which being the jaded memories from the fourth grade that it brings up, which would be the unfortunate nickname that I acquired -- Mop Top Crater Shop. I wish it wasn't true, but wishes don't make the world slow down. I had long hair, true. I didn't comb it, true. I had my favorite jeans with gigantic holes in the knees, true. I didn't wash them, true. Hence the name.