so how's school?

let's see, today my first lecture involved arguments over traumatic banana peels (would slipping on a banana peel still be considered funny afterwards?), then i attempted to do some theory work in the library while simultaneously talking about conjuring up bukowski so that he could be a myspace friend, and just now got distracted by a girl with a full mustache and it interrupted the work on my film seminar that i was TOTALLY about to dedicate myself to.

the two hour trip to metrotown in search of burger king that i embarked on yesterday was actually much more productive. i ended up with burger king in the end. i would call that a win on my part.

sometimes i consider bringing my guitar to school so that i can actually work on things that might eventually matter down the line. but then i realize i would be the person on the lawn with the guitar and that it would probably lead to socks and sandals and/or beach jam sessions one day - and leave the guitar at home. nobody needs lawn guitarist at langara. thats like one step up from guy playing the bongos and longboarding to his political science class. and that, my friends, is no good.



seriously, guy, just cut it out.