Sumbitch!

Glory Glory Hallelujah

John Brown's body lies a-moanin in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moanin in the grave
John Brown's body lies a-moanin in the grave
His soul goes marching on

Bout to do a John Brown research paper.
Unless it's not within the time period.

Robot in College: A New Comic Strip in MS Paint

The theory behind this is that it does not have any real jokes. It is supposed to be an unpleasant comic to read unless you are filled with spite. All good people who go to college should be filled with spite.

Coming soon...Robot in College The Movie.
Really?
Maybe.

Plan Given Up

I have decided to stop trying to live each day like it is my last, after resolving to do so about an hour ago. When I threw a bunch of my valuables through a glass window to fall 13 stories onto the ground below, all while shouting "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK IT I'M GONNA BE DEAD SOON ANYWAY!" I realized that this rage over my imminent untimely demise was probably not a positive influence on my life.

My Schedule

Departure Reservation Number: -------------
Name: ----------
Seats Reserved: 1
Date of Travel: Friday, March 10th 2006
Departure City: New York, NY
Departure Time & Place: Opposite 252 W 31 St. bet. 7 & 8 Ave @ 11:00 am*
*(At the green awning, 4 Pennsylvania Plaza - Penn Station)

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Monday, March 13 - Baltimore(BWI) to Austin(AUS)

Flight 2612
Depart Baltimore(BWI) at 08:15 AM and
arrive in Austin(AUS) at 11:15 AM

Wednesday, March 15 - Austin(AUS) to Baltimore(BWI)

Flight 207
Depart Austin(AUS) at 03:15 PM and
arrive in Baltimore(BWI) at 07:15 PM
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Return Reservation Number: 017-R0319dc
Return Date of Travel: Sunday, March 19th 2006
Return City: Washington, DC
Return Time & Place: Tenleytown, AU, 4520 40th St. NW @ 5:00 pm*
*(Between Brandywine St NW & Albemarle St NW (Corner Albemarle St. NW) Opposite Hollywood Video.
Metro: Tenleytown Station AU, Red Line*)

SPRING BREAK!!!

Maybe I should watch that show on MTV in which teenagers whose break is somehow not ruined by being ordered to do things and listen to MTV's music seemingly enjoy MTV festivities.

NY-DC-TX-DC-NY

I got a symmetrical spring break planned, going to Austin, Texas Monday-Wednesday rather than the last four days as I had planned but waited too long to reserve tickets - it turns out there's some big music festival that I would have been able to go to. Could have seen ya'll's fancy "Belle & Sebastian," except neither Belle nor Sebastian would have shown up, as apparently happened in the New York show according to these people I just talked to in the elevator.

But anyway, I decided it is time for me to get involved in making money off things.
Making money off things is the best way to get money.

First I am going to go into music production:


Bob Dylan has aged significantly, but has maintained one characteristic: his handless harmonica apparatus. As the record label manager I can threaten him and his family until he agrees to make an album called "Nothing Can Stop That Now" about dying, and make him insert Vader quotes into all his songs.

Then I am going to write a book.
My idea for a book is to write it from the perspective of a mentally disabled or unstable person, just like bestsellers like that book by Washington Irving's brother, and that book with the upside-down-dog on the cover. The twist would be, this book would also be really poorly written and ill-conceived, so as to better fit the illness.

Then I am going to make a movie.
Here is my idea for a movie: I will take a high-selling romantic comedy from 10 years ago and update it to modern times. I will get some actors that the kids love. Then I will make an annoucement to everyone who watched it that they are a waste of life. They will call me arrogant. I will say that, whatever, I mean the movie did suck and you did watch it. They will say "but I enjoyed it." I will reply that the fact that they enjoyed it proves that they are a bunch of bitches. They will agree, but say they are happy bitches. We will then consume massive quantities of peyote and get in an argument about what true happiness is, ending in our slaughter at the hands of Indians who are mad that we wasted their peyote.

Fuck

Blood's a boilin'.
Got the "negative energy".
Should tell those physicists, they been looking for the negative energy, the dark matter.
Tell the metaphysicians.
Tell my physician.
On a short fuse, full of anger for no reason.
Unleash your anger. Let go of your hate

Fuck 'em all. Kill 'em all. Bomb 'em all. Nuclear bomb would erase it all, get rid of all that shit. Hard for that shit to go down when there's explosion and radiation and fire to deal with.

Got a naseua in my head from feeling this way, and the only to relieve it is to focus it by turning this light angry feeling into real anger.

Or maybe peace or something.