Mr. Brown: kill urself no0b u phail at life. Failing to kick in when I need your caffeinated ass wtf. Just cuz you're convenient and cold and tasty... chh.

America: A Narrative History... such a difficult book to read. Some books are easy to read while others have more substance and so it takes longer to digest. And I notice I've stumbled upon events where people "discovered" what they actually stumbled upon (make sense?). MSN'ing helps me read though. So does blogging. And txting for that matter. I wish this book was out in teh intrawebs in text so I could text to speech it and have Victoria read it to me.

Living near to an air force base has its advantages. You get to hear every plane fly by, and they fly pretty low since they're looking to land. You get to hear each and every god damn plane roar past you. Whether they're flying in from somewhere else or they're running training operations, drills and whatnot... I get to hear everything. I mean hey its not so bad. I love it when they come by. Its so loud and noisy and I get all distracted 'n shit. I mean nah I wasn't trying to read don't worry bout that.

So I just Shuan Livingstoned myself on Monday, except on the ankle (youtube "shaun livingston" i dare ya). Sucks. Can't move around very easily. Girls treating me like I'm some big 'ol injured bear. "Aww what's wrong Wahbuut?" I hurt my ankle. "Aww there there its okay it'll be fine Mama's here."

...Mama?

Yeah, strange I know. I'm kinda pissed. I'm in the mood to throw my bass again. Only this time it will be for teh break. At least I'm finished with this semester. Done with GE's or wat? Gonna party it up or wat?

Bros before hos? Yes I am a strong proponent of this unwritten law. However, it doesn't work when I'm the only "bro" following it. Step aside guys.