Today was a damn good day. Tony split open a watermelon while illuminated by a red light. Then he gave us all a piece. We were talking about surveillance and cyber sex for the most part but they didn't call it cyber sex it was online video sex or something. I think Tony was arguing that it's a great form of birth control and protection from std's. I don't like the idea. Sex needs bodies.
I never got around to talking about my thing I've been thinking about but that's ok.
My second day of teaching went fine. I was so uncomfortable and nervous the first day. It's difficult but I think I'm getting better. I showed them a reel of work from my undergraduate school and they liked Andy's video's.
One of my students built this web site www.theyardape.com.
It's a little strange because I have 17 male students and only one female, funny.
I'm thinking about showing a Paul Morrissey film but I showed trash to Soyeon last night and she doesn't think my students are ready for that kind of thing but I think they'll be fine. I have a reading to go with it...
yeah

Today has been so nice and slow. Tomorrow school....school.... a zillion years of school school school! Time to take a bath and head to school a day early to work on sound from the Kino thing. I have thirty minutes to get there so I'm going to be late. One long relaxing bath then I'll start.
The clutter inside of my place is once again driving me insane. It could be that the heat and the smell of stale smokes is contributing a great deal to my discomfort in my own space. When I first got home from Georgia I was shocked to return to my mess. I have pile of old cards in my bedroom floor. I cut them up for a collage but never got around to in. In the middle of my living room floor is a half finished girl scout 1965 collage. A severe mess has built up around that.
Looking around I see, ginger ale, co cola, change, lighters, panties, dishes, keys, bread, boots, sneakers, socks, Wendy's cups, an old art voice, a crotched hat, paper towels covered with oil paint, pony tail holders, a mirror, glue, books, tampons, hair rollers, an obituary for a boy i grew up with, umbrella, belt, fabric, photos, CDs, a nail file, light bulbs, wrappers and old cigarette boxes, plastic bags, pens, toilet paper, an old car phone, a type writer, eye shadow, a birthday party blow thing, a wallet, purses, a blanket, tapes, paper bag, towels, old mail, a rain jacket, dirty clothes, , a ruler, a sketchbook, perfume, a recorder, cell phone box, broom, platform sandals, suitcase, ford toboggan, a tin with sewing needles, cigarettes and butts. That's about it.

I've only now recovered from a night of excessive drinking, tequila to whiskey to rum to beer to vodka. My body is still cursing me. Time is speeding up. I knew it would.
Happy genuine day of birth to Terry.
I had a silly dream in my drunker slumber.
I was at a house in the country speaking to Soyeon on the phone. She was actually sitting next to me on the couch but then these people broke into the house and Soyeon was on the phone somewhere else. I told her "Call the police, call the police" I was pretty sure that the people wanted to burn me alive and eat me or something.
One guy grabbed my hands and crossed them over each other. He said don't move. I asked him if I could at least have some kind of drug to ease my suffering. He gave me a rufenol. Then he started caress my genitals through my clothes and saying, look at her hair it's so dark and soft. He found the place where my vagina opens so I asked him, why don't just you fuck me? He said ok and started, this was a pleasurable experience for me. I felt a distinct separation between my mind and body but at the same time they were together. I could hear my self making sounds but it was as if they were coming from somewhere else. The guy came in three thrust.
Turns out that the people were just a group of nomads who travel around. I think I could have joined them if I'd wanted.

I went to Keith and John's to talk about this moving stuff. They were working on some video stuff that they're setting up at a show Wednesday night. It's at Mcgarrets. These guys we know are playing, nice, talented guys. They play instrumental stuff, personally I like lyrics and Ben(player) does to but the other guys just don't like his singing but fuck it I'm going. Yawl should come on out.

It looks like I'm moving in with Keith and John in a week or so, good lord!

The drive back from Georgia was crazy, the party I encountered at 1 in the morning was even more crazy. Poor Mike, I felt so bad for him when he was trying to pass out and we were singing happy birthday and taking pictures. I was comatose quickly after my first drink and smoke. It was a wild party, so many dancers. I wonder where all those people came from?

I was in Owego, NY at the experimental Television Center when I turned 21. Pam Hawkins made me a screwdriver and then I walked down to the gas station with my buddy Al Mill and bought us a 6pack of Heineken.
We were sitting on the street drinking when I encountered my first Yankee redneck. He was a tall, skinny and friendly fellow. He told us to watch out for the cops. Al Mill was afraid the Y RN was after me but I just knew he was a nice guy ... and he was. If only my character perceptions were always correct.

While going threw a bag of my sister's hammy downs we found a huge brazier which Kiah chose to model for us. See y'all tomorrow.

I'm going to start my drive Friday morning. I want to make it to the party so I have to drive drive and drive. I'll get there and say, I drove all the way from Georgia for this party.

The video game football is endless at Andy's.They play everyday, Chris, Ben, Matt, and other guys (except Andy). They even have two different games. Chris says one sucks but Ben loves both. I was watching them play(the one that doesn't suck) a minute or two ago. One of the audience members has a sign that read Corso for president. It turns out that Corso is the announcer on the game. I started thinking about how an announcer could be a good president. He could go to the boring political meetings and announce what they are doing in an excited way, unacceptable behavior for the environment. How is a senate meeting different than a football game? How is it alike? I'm not the best person to ask because I don't know shit about either one. I should try to find out.
The teen people was more at my current level of intellectual thinking. I got to see the emaciated body of the beloved full house baby, who's hot and who's not.
I just went to their web site and tried to find out about advertising. I wonder how much it would cost to get a full page into Teen People magazine? I could have fun making a page for that but to advertise something you have to be selling something. I have to think of something to sell. They say sex sells and I'm sure sex is jam packed in there between Brittany spears cleavage but it still doesn't sound right to say you're selling sex to teens but aren't they already doing that?
Yesterday I went to some shops with my mom. We went in this one shop called Jacobs well . When we reached the back of the shop I ran into a big cardboard cut out of George Bush. He had a book shelf where his torso should have been and the title of book was a man of faith. My Mom said look there's your favorite person. I said "thats disgusting and left the store.
Last night I watched an episode of the Teenage Mutant Ninja turtles for the first time since I was 10 or so. [inlink]robin,85[/inlink]. The episode was called April Foolish and April the news reporter was mistaken for the princess while trying to get a story. The turtles of course had to go rescue her and in the end she learned that a disguise is a great way to get a story. I must have wanted a team who teenage mutant turtles who were so in awe of my sex that they'd stalk me, just like April.

I'm driving to buffalo thursday morning. Its gona be a long solitary drive. I need some good music. I'm excited as all get out to have a car. I've never made a 14 hour drive before. Good Lord, time is going to speed up again.

I just thought I clicked on terry [inlink]stickboy,138[/inlink] but got stickboy so I read the whole think thinking it was terry writing. I was thinking, wow, terry's going to shave his head again and I didn't realize terry had such a liking for blues music.

My friend slim sent me to this web site cause his band is on the Spring Broke DVD. He got me to watch the thing. Funny stuff. Their lead singer ROger ROt Gut is quite the stallion.
This page is kind of funny. . It's weird stuff. Jermery is a weird postal working punk asshole. I've known him for 10 years.

well, I got to level 2 and it said I was lustful. What else is new?
This is a quiz Kristin told me about, she says she got to level 9.
Look and see what part of Dante's hell you would go to.