The Obscure

Hello everyone.
WAIT! I'm not ready to write this post yet, I need an espresso. Be back in a minute or two.
*clock ticks on indefinitely*
A-ha! I return, one espresso older and deeper in debt. I tell you, Italian espresso does cappucino really well, but if you want a straight shot, man, nothing does it like Bustelo. That's my hispanic opinion, though.
I love my lil' demitasse, I made it myself in art class, it looks like a third grader built it. I may have some knack for cartooning, but I have no talent whatsoever as far as pottery is concerned. I like it though, plus, it holds a double-shot.

My mom bought me a four-pack of those black and white composition books I love so much, as well as two twelve-packs of my favorite pens ever ('ceptin nib pens, of course) Gel-Sticks! Gel-sticks are so awesome, if anyone reading this is into drawing in black and white, and/or has any interest Gonzo, I highly recommend them, the lines that come out of them, the darkness of the ink, the ink flow, everything is just perfect. They are as cheap as hell, too. When I got them at first I thought they would suck, it's like 4 or 5 bucks for 12 of them. If any of you guys dig black and white illustration, gimme a holler, I'll hook you up with a pen or two and maybe you will see what I mean.
I have been updating this blog for so long that my entire writing style is bloglike now. When I write in my journal here at home, I write it like a monologue to a faceless mass of people, not like myself writing for only my eyes. It's really strange, of course you guys will never know. You stay the hell away from my journals!
I found one of my old hair elastics just now and it made me miss my old hippie hair. It's growing back, slowly but surely. I secretly decided that I think I am going to grow my hair like... 8 inches long or so, because when it gets really long it requires too much maintenance. The only maintenance it needs now is a hat to keep it from bein' too poofy.

I've been messing around with some Russian things a lot over the past few days, but the Cyrillic alphabet has thus far proven too much for my borderline retarded mind. I have decided, after discussing it at great lengths with Mine Papa, that it would be a better idea to try to figure out ancient Greek first, as that alphabet has only 24 letters as opposed to the Cyrillic alphabet's apparent 8 million. He gave me a Greek primer and this interlinnear Greek New Testament thing. I figure, if I can get a method down to figure Greek out, it should be that much easier to figure Russian out, and then I am just a hop, skip, and a jump away from a career in transcribing Solzhenitsyn into English at some strange European museum! Wouldn't that just be the bee's knees?
I know, it wouldn't be. Man, I am such a loser.

Beh, I'm boooored. I guess this blog post is done with now. Y'all have a good day and such.