Triumph over Insects

For the past three days there has been a cricket living in my closet. I t escaped death at the hands of the gecko living accross the hall and sought refuge inside my domain. The foul squatter would chirp incessantly and at night made bold strides into my property, even coming so close as to crest the ridge of my comforter and stare me in the eye as I lay in a half sleep.

Well today the battle is over. I cornered him behind my desk and crushed him with an empty box of candy. However, I was very certain this would not be enough, and so I dragged his supposed corpse into the middle of my room and quartered it with a knife. I then placed the four pieces at each corner of my room. A warning to those foul Insects never again to traverse my holy lands!

Das Kreig

Is anyone else going to the anti-war rally in SF tommorow? I've become very disillusioned with liberals as of late and wouldn't normally go, but my dad appears to be dragging me and it would be nice to have some company in the big city.

Art

I have just finished my Art Project for African History. It had to relate to a current event in Africa now so I did the Somali crisis. Basically i just shattered a bunch of glass in my basement then fit it onto a Somali flag and then cut the flag to resemble the pieces. I am pleased with the result but now my fingers and arms are full of glass and it is most uncomfortable.

Alright my peeps. I put up a bunch-o-links for your clickery and told you all my favorite books/music/movies. So now you know what to get next time you're bustling about the town with pennies clinking merrily in your pocket.

Umm.

Upon pressure from no one in particular I have taken the proverbial leap into the dank and filthy abyss of blogging.

I am prepared to face all the wretched hippies. Their souls empty from knee jerk liberalism and their heads melting from the poor quality acid coarsing it's way through their atrophied veins.

I am prepared to face the hordes of pristine yuppies with their fingers laden with diamonds born from the suffering of faceless Africans and cars used as symbols of their debauchery and filth.

There, I feel prepared against both extremes one would expect in this East Bay among our local crackers/honkies.

So yeah, I think thats a good way to begin ones blog. And I'm disappointed that none of you other people have done the same.