the_mars_volta

SO, I'm sitting in my room, thinking of my day, and I can't really remember anything. So I should probably invest in a tape recorder. I can never write a decent journal, because I can't think/remember anything relevant. Let's see, I'm going to attempt to recap my day. Woke up, tired. Rode my new reptar bike to school, instead of walking. Got to class early. Took notes, went to my next class, watched a video, went to my next class, then walked with you know who to you know what. Went to financial aide and got a sick ass loan. Went back to you know who's room. Walked to next class, but forgot to take a picture of the "albino black chick." Had shitty intercourse in Modern Poli Theory. (verbal intercourse, sickos) Went to my final class, and sat next to my usual seatmate, Elise, whom I fancy. Then some guy in class had a seizure, which was scary, my heart was beating wicked fast. Bid Elise good day, and hopped on my bike and headed to Rolland Moore. I love feeding the Dux. Background to why I had bread: I went to Food not Bombs last night, and had a wonderful free vegan meal. And while I was there, we discussed all the extra bread that was chillin'. They weren't sure if it was vegan or not, and they were gonna throw it out, so I offered to take it to the mallards and drakes. Road my bike on the bike path towards Shields from Centre, and found a small pond on the way, and gave the Dux some bread there, then headed to Rolland Moore, and gave the rest out. Came home, and didn't pull my pork. I hate the American Capitalist System, and I hate everyone that is a prime example of its target. The womyn named ----- @ work, who is pregnant no less, so I loathe her more, was eating some chips and salsa, and nacho cheese sauce or something, and I was watching her critically. She gets up and throws away half of her food and leaves a bag o' chips on the table and an opened Coca-Cola, then walks away. So I shake my head, and clean up after her, and despise her existence. She is the Epitome of America: Pregnant, wasteful, consumes shit, smells, and is very ignorant and hard to have a conversation with. My ass and legs are sore from my newfound bike rides. I met some interesting folks at FNB, Food not Bombs, This guy Eric collects Capitalist fed War-time propaganda ribbon magnets too. Support our troops, bring 'em home. I think I'm going to cut my hair tomorrow, donating what I can to locs for love, and I haven't decided if I want to shave the rest off or not. Gosh, I'm boring. Where is my mind? Tootles, Jeuls