September 11th .... the latest of several days that will live in american history infamy. 'nuff said.

i was wondering how often people check this site. if you check regularly, and are aware of my frequent lapses in entries followed by an overcompensation of entries, then this may apply to you. let me give you a little story. say suzie checks my site everyday and i dont write for one week. then she checks again, and to her surprise there are several entries dated on days she checked the site. this is not only because she is a sucker. i have the ability to change the date and time of my entries to give the appearance that i write regularly. this is not always/ever the case. so given the power of god to play with time, i could be writing this on any day any week. the entry says thursday ... hahaha, its actually wednesday. also, the entries on the 8th and 9th were also written today, wednesday the 10th. at any rate, thats about enough of the boring stuff, i just had to get that off my chest.

as many of you know, i have been planning on naming my first born child (male or female) Shredder. because the mother will likely not approve, i am prepared to make Shredder be the middle name of the child. but i was thinking the other day in my apartment that a good name would be "Moonpie". it would work as a first, middle or last name. let me know what you think.

ps. if you would be willing to mother this child please meet me in public alley #807 by the dumpster at noon on any day. ill be waiting.

so i, like so many, have returned for additional schooling at the fine institution of northeastern university. but before i get to that, let me recount some events of the past 9 days or so. umm, i went to st. anselms and got shit-canned with mr brendan laprell and co. which is always a good time. i went to the dave concert last night which aside from the 3 mile walk before and after was very excellent. thats about it. back to school, both literally and figuratively, i have just completed the first 2 classes and if they are any indication to the way the semester will go i will be a very unhappy boy for awhile. my final english class of all time will surely be a gigantic pain in my asshole. that being said i would totally do my english teacher, ms. ruben. i have been desperately searching the internet for a picture of her but it appears graduate students do not get such luxuries afforded by our great institution. as a side note of slight humor (to myself more than anyone else probably), all three of my college english teachers have been grad students and have all had the same office. its a really small sucky office too, easily smaller than my bedroom (or for those not acquainted with my room, smaller than the senior room or an elevator) for 3-4 english grad students. what a bunch of suckers. cant wait for conference time with ms. ruben.
you should see the joker that is in my physical chemistry class. hahaha, oh man. yesterday i saw this kid in the bookstore buying the same book that i need so we got to discussing the course and what not and he invited me to be in an engineering club of some sorts that builds robots to battle each other. i dont know. plus he has a dark mustache and a albino like complexion. i cant wait to make fun of that clown behind his back. hahahaha.

ive been listening to a lot of neil diamond lately. suprisingly good. does anyone from home remember mr. posner? i was thinking about the talent show when i was in 6th grade and morgon tulercash and jeff rousseau made fun of posner by lip syncing his favorite song ... Forever in Blue Jeans. i think that is what it was. or atleast that is the way i remember it. anyway, i was thinking about that the other day and the point is that i downloaded it and i like that song a lot. plus the redsox will win the world series on the shoulders of david ortiz and bill mueller. other players that will contribute: Lou Merloni and Billy Hasselman.

Byung Yung Kim blows harder than hansen. GET THIS MAN OUT OF THE MAJOR LEAGUES, MMMM BOP!

"i want some puntang pie"
-kinlin

on the PACKED bus back to boston i met a crazy character, we'll call him rupert. rupert, upon seeing me standing there waiting for the bus engaged in a conversation that quickly turned to drugs. thinking he was some sort of shady coke head i attempted to escape. no luck. then it turned out that we knew some of the same people and the conversation continued. i was instructed on the proper manufacturing technique and protocol of both crystal meth and crank. on the bus we sat in adjacent seats at which point we shot shit for quite some time before i bored and wandered off towards sleep. what this story fails to convey, is the total sketchyness that this guy was. rupert was weird. i was genuinely afraid for my life. anyway, there was a beautiful baby sitting a few seats up. clearly a freshman on her way to college (BU according to her sweatshirt) she has no idea how badly i wanted to be sitting with her and not rupert. rupert also wanted to sit with her. i have a suspicion that rupert kidnaps people. or something. he cant be anything but a crook. which reminds me, im fricken hungry.

back in boston. hung out with my sister last night. then we went to st. anselms lovely university in goffstown new hampshire. after basically smoking and drinking for a good portion of the day the chaos continued with madness galore. first cards and smoking at the laprell palace. then stealing signs with st. louis. then walking down ninja paths. playing (losing) beirut many games in a row. smoking. at this point in our adventure i walked back up the mountain to laprells place and turned into a vomit machine. if you are confused by this stories haphazard style or the overall difference in structure and grammar patterns its because both yesterday and today ive been pretty out of it.

if you call someone a motherfucker, that is a bad thing, right? then why does kinlin keep telling me he has sexual relations with my mommy? what a moron.

so basically i just tasted the most disgusting thing i have ever, well, eh, tasted. i have steered clear of the majority of softdrinks latest publicity flavors, i.e. sprite remix, vanilla pepsi, etc., however today while searching for a refreshing drink in my refridgerator i stumbled upon some diet coke with lemon. sadly i took several sips of this horrific drink and could not continue. it tasted the way lemon scented pine sol smells. like a big sugary lemony piece of dog shit. not that ive drank dog shit ... i mean ... shut up. it was gross. so whatever you do, DO NOT DRINK DIET COKE WITH LEMON.

last night i was able to witness an amazing astronomical event. apparently, mars has crept up closer to earth than it has been in more than 60,000 years. evidently it wont be closer until the year 2287 (cnn). though remarkably unimpressive i was indeed able to see the orange tinted non-twinkling star. remind me in another 284 years so i can look to the sky and remember that i dont give a crap how close any of the planets are.

the Red Baron and i teamed up for a fantastic lunch today. what is it about his red scarf, handlebar mustache, and icy stare that allow him to fly in the finest frozen pizzas in the land?

ah yes, another vacation, which means another trip to the homeland. normally, i will bring my laundry back and entice my brother by way of a small amount of money to wash my filthy garments. however, as he grows up he now has more money than me and is not inclined to handle my unclean laundry for a few dollars. what a selfish jerk. that being said, i have to get back to doing laundry.

okay, so there was more drama of the stupid and violent kind last night. to make a long story short i saved the day by rescuing several kittens from certain death. we all had a good laugh afterwards. recently we have begun tailing kinlin and recording everything he does. because i realize that many people want to know "What is the deal with Kinlin?", and he doesnt write too often in his blog, i will be periodically giving updates on his actions:

What is the deal with Kinlin?

first we will have a few quotes from last evening
"You are both bitches"
"If there's 2 things we are, its stupid"
"Lube your dick up with nicotine and I'll smoke it"

next, some noteworthy actions:
1. punches out windows in our good friends house
2. dumps his supermodel girlfriend to "date all of our mothers"
3. wakes up surprised how much his hand and wrist hurt
4. is very confused why there is gauze wrapped around his hand
5. refuses to believe he mike tysoned an innocent window
6. he went from negative to positive, and its all good

you know when you get up early for many days in a row and find yourself inable to sleep in no matter how late you were up last night or how hungover you feel. plus no one is up so i have to sit by myself and watch sub par cartoons on television. this stinks.

last night i participated in a very interesting conversation about what we would spend money on if we were bill gates. aside from all the material goods, i came to the conclusion that you would have plenty of money to waste on things that make you happy. if you think about it, it is like buying good memories. for example, crazy mike shared with us that he would pay homeless people 2,000 dollars a piece to let him drive golf balls into them from approximately 10 yards away. i think that this would definitely give me a good chuckle. plus itll give the homeless plenty of money to drink their sorrows away. plus 2,000 dollars can buy a lot of cans of spray paint. homeless dudes LOVE spraypaint.

"If you kill someone, and throw them in the ocean, do you still get in trouble?"
- some stupid girl in my drivers education class 4 years ago

"Ive always wanted to learn how to squaredance"
- chris kinlin, yesterday

"Will it bite my nibblers?"
- joe dooling, talking about a caged rabbit positioned right next to the keg

i just finished looking at a ridiculous list of stupid things that our commander in chief has been quoted as saying. before you ask (i know you would have, you inquisitive young minds) there is a very good reason that i have not included a george bush quote. Basically this mans only job is to order the deaths of millions of iraqi's, lie to the UN, lie to the entire country, and lie to the rest of the world. because of all this lying two things inevitably happen. First, with so many lies to so many different people anyone would get confused and contradict themselves every time they spoke too. Second, no matter where our buffoonish leader goes, all his words are scrutinized to reveal his every flaw. i do not think that this is fair in the slightest. whenever you think to yourself, "boy, id rather have a piece of toast for a president than this coke snorting moron", just put yourself in his shoes. have someone follow you around all day with a tape recorder calling you a complete idiot every time you say something. then let me punch you in the face.