Dylan and friends

I went out and bought books. This bloody school thing can be so boring, so I fill the void with good reading and good music and good movies. The problem is that this void of which i speak is it actually doesn't represent the time void, as in here, I don't have the time associated with the huge educational void. Thus I spend hours in the lab, bored out of my mind, but I still must be there. I am in class nearly 28 hours a week. This is outside of homework and the effin' unit ops and pchem lab (though I did smuggle my copy of Image Music Text into the lab.


Before the football game I was reading notes from an underground. I feel you, ole Freddy. Too much identification I presume. I dislike attending football games. I think I could spend the eight hours of my life spent on tailgating and standing up for something more meaningful. Perhaps riding my dirtbike or motorcycle. I don't like to watch games anymore...well maybe soccer (the other football). There is just so much more text in soccer than football. Massive overhyped, lionized he-men running around into each other with the parade of flesh, both male and female provided for our entertainment with kitschy music to match and drunken fans. Bleh.

Don't get me wrong, I played football all through high school and was pretty decent...until my knee got destroyed. It's over though, I did it, experienced it, made friends, learned my physical limits, blah blah blah. I would much rather be doing something to deepen the experience of my life. Motorcycle ride into the mountains, hiking, reading, just taking a walk...writing.


I am excited about my new project. Borne out of Milton's writing and cultivated by my general boredom and disdain for this place it finally sprung to life. Sitting here reading, writing and listening to Mr Dylan, I am excited. Hooray for that. Can't wait for my Borges to come.