Life is confusing. I turned 24 last Friday so I invited some buddies to my house to drink Jose Cuervo 1800 and rock it. The next night I went to a performance and then another party. Sunday, I sat around in my mess after sleeping all day and got together all these forms for Germany. I managed to locate my cell phone without having to clean up the party mess. I need to look around for some other peoples cellphones next. Rather than cleaning though, I'm at the UB library intent to focus on my thesis research for a few hours before I go prepare for class but when checking my e-mail just now I got a message from a certain someone stating

just so you know, I'm checking myself into a mental clinic

thanks again for everything

don't you dare write me back

so now I get to be destructed by that all day. I wonder what I could have done to avoid this bull shit. I don't understand why he's going all crazy. What the hell? I know life is tough but he's is pissing me off. I know it's hard when a relationship ends but it's not the end of the fucking world, especially if you were in a relationship with a mess like me. He's using me as an outlet for his anger with the shitty boring life he created for himself which I never had shit to do with. I don't know if that makes sense or not.
I'm flying to Georgia next weekend to watch Joy marry a french guy. It will be good to see Joy. It's been a while. In fact, I can't remember the last time I was with her. We've managed to keep in touch. [inlink ]robin,60[/inlink ] I'm determined not to bring her down with talk about my X. I'm determined not to bring anyone down. I want to pretend that there is no tomorrow everyday. I want chaos and clown suits along with beer and titty sucks.

plan for Wednesday- go to squeaky wheel open screening at 8, show some stuff and look at some stuff. Then head to the pink for some refreshment. Come on out y'all.

I was doing an editing demo on the projector. Then I said, "all right everyone to the editing suites." The students went to the suites and I ran to the bathroom. Right before class started I had eaten a crap load of black berries that I got from wegman's the night before. When I got them out of the fridge this morning one of them looked moldy so I threw it out washed off the rest and then devoured them.
In the UB bathroom all the blackberries returned to sight as I vomited them up. The tragic part is that I was having digestive problems on the other end at the same time. I had to make a choice so I sat on the toilet but then the vomit went all over the floor beside the toilet. It was the grossest looking(like those chunky blueish bits that sometimes come with menstrual blood) and sweetest tasting vomit that ever existed.
then I swabbed up what I could of my blackberry vomit, flushed it, and returned to the suites to help the kiddies edit. Now it's time to go home. I need to fill out paper work, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. but how else can I get to the Bauhaus? Then there's that thesis stuff. Oh, lordy. I just wanted some sweet sweet berries.

Well It's summertime therefore time to rock it. Writing journals in cafe Aroma sucks so I may be a little lacking lately. I'm happy to see Keith and Stickboy back on the chain gang. Paul and Mike, you guys are obligated to rock for Nonna's memory this summer. Drinking is a great way to prolong the grieving process, I bet.
I'm a camp counselor for college students this summer. They're nice people, these students. The class everyday thing is taking me back to simpler times.
Oh yeah, I'm trying to figure out this Germany stuff. I want to switch rooms with a girl but she wants to have roommates. I need to get in touch with the co-op house people.