The Obscure

Haha, I am despised! It's ok, I don't mind. Tim is here this morning, we are chillin and such. I am feeling good, though my hair is wet. I don't like having my hair wet; I'll probably utilize the atmospheric properties of my home-planet, Earth, and let the water evaporate from my silky strands.
Got some coffee here. It's been a tradition for... maybe the past two weeks that I've been up early enough (with school) or have been free (of school) to make a big pot of coffee and just drink the whole thing cup by cup before I do anything else for the day. It's so great because for the rest of the day I generally have the energy I need to do things. Drinking coffee and listening to jazz is my Yoga, it prepares me for the stresses of the day; in my Daily corrospondence... Y'know... With the Universe.
My room is an utter mess. But the rest of the house aint None-To-Clean either, so I think I'm going to just clean the house. I have a while today before I do anything, sprucing up a little bit would be somewhat appreciated.
My mom's birthday is tomorrow, on the same day as Father's Day. Woo! That means I have to be a good kid twice in a row, and I'm usually pretty bad at just doing it once. S'alright, I think I have an Idea of what it is I'm going to do.

I had a weird dream last night where my (female) history teacher kissed me in class, and then left a note on my desk reading, "I need you so much, John."
And then she had a heart attack when I rejected her (I was nice about it!) and I had to play a mouth-spoon-organ rendition of the buffalo springfield song that goes, "I think it's time we stop, children what's that sound, everybody look what's going dowwwwwn." to bring save her life; and I managed to play all the instruments in the song with my mouth-spoon-organ. I think my brain made up the mouth-spoon-organ thing, because it didn't seem very possible. Anyway, needless to say, I woke up really really having to go to the bathroom, so I did. Then me and Tim came home, and here we are. Tim's playing Mario (I think) and I'm listening to Sketches of Spain and updating my Blawg for you ingrate bastards.
I love Miles Davis.

Anyway, I think with that I shall leave you all, at least for the present. I was gonna play music with Taylor today, but my mom is busy and we don't have the van today so I wouldn't be able to get my drums to his house (don't get me wrong, I suck at drums) so that can't really woik. Sorry, Tee.
I and the Fellas were thinking of going to the Kingston Mall today, which oughtta be cool. Gotta call up Taylor now and then the Engleys, see what's up. I can guarantee Ryan isn't awake yet, that rat bastard.
See y'all later. Keep it real, keep it tight, keep it going on.