sitting on the 8th floor of 25 east pearson looking down chicago ave.

This really isn't as interesting as I hoped it would be.

I'm sorry Dr. G-Funk, but a 12 page paper on that just isn't going to work out. You should just be in awe of my already awesome ablities and just tell Hopkins to take me now, like a cheap southside hooker. Of course, considering the fact that I got a D on my last test in The Fat Man's class, I really, really have to take this shit seriously so I can get 5 A's and a B this semester. The Fat Man my try to beat me down, but I am too lean and fast for him! Wait, that's not accurate. He's already taken me down. Damn. Oh well. The point I'm trying to make is that I'll get this done. Eventually. But I won't like, professor, not one bit. And the fact that their website is in two languages that I don't understand doesn't help much either.

I apologize for the lack of updates. I will try harder in the coming days to keep my 4 readers more updated on the goings on of my life.

The sky is grey. The clouds are low. There is a fire truck in front of a Godforsaken Condo Buliding that Pollutes The Skyline.

I still haven't seen Hamlet. In fact, I did nothing at all this weeked. I bought a first edition, hardcover, third printing of this. It was $6.50. I'm the master shopper. Not really. I attempted to shop on Friday and failed miserably. All I bought was a tie for my Father. It's nice and my dad's an asshat, so I might keep it for myself. Then again, to deny my father a gift on his 50th birthday...but he did ruin my childhood. We'll see.

The fire truck is still there but I see no flames or fire. Weird.

I wish Chicago didn't look so shitty in the winter. I wish I would have done something interesting this weekend. I still need to go see Hamlet. I WILL go see Hamlet next weekend. It has been decided.

I see bits of blue sky when I look up.