I can't keep up anymore.

Up-fucking-date.

HOLLAAAAA.
I'm back in business, so get stoked. I've been hideously busy the past couple of weeks, but I intend to be on here alot more, I just have term papers and other than that its FREEEEDOOOMMMMM.
I have pictures coming out of my ass, and while my internet connection at home seems to be the shits you know I'll be back.
Oh my darlings I've missed you terribly.

Feburary, get ink, shed tears, write of it, sob your heart out, sing.

Февраль. Достать чернил и плакать!
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.

Достать пролетку. За шесть гривен,
Чрез благовест, чрез клик колес,
Перенестись туда,где ливень
Еще шумней чернил и слез.

Где, как обугленные груши,
С деревьев тысячи грачей
Сорвутся в лужи и обрушат
Сухую грусть на дно очей.

Под ней проталины чернеют,
И ветер криками изрыт,
И чем случайней, тем вернее
Слагаются стихи навзрыд

Oh shit.

I need to take more pictures.
I miss being the one documenting everything on film.
Someone make interesting plans with me?

Aprés Moi, Le deluge. After me, The Flood.

My life is busy. School is busy. Work is busy. Production is busy. I have pictures coming out my ass but no time to post them. I have new aspirations in life, but am too busy to pursue them at the current moment. I am terrified I'm going to fall behind. I have an in-class essay next class that I'm terrified I'm going to fail. I'm sick. Ugh. I'm starting to resemble a zombie from a bad horror movie. You know, like the realistic looking zombies with red rings around their eyes and the dark bags and the colorless skin? Thats me. How attractive. To top it all off, all I do is consume sugar and I don't gain weight because I don't sleep. Hurrah for not sleeping.
New particular knowledge that I thirst for,
aka things I would like to learn:
Piano, French, Russian, Ukrainian, Greek, Latin, German, Polish, Photojournalism, Harmonica, Matrial Arts, How to cook things other than deserts, how to establish a multi-million dollar chain, a la Ikea.

Also, I'e basically decided that my new goal in life is to become a special operative who speaks 13 languages fluently, can hack top secret governmental files, and is trained to kill with my bare hands. I think that would be fucking awesome.

Here I come when I better go, I say yes when I ought to say no.

Then we'll decide who you're going to be.

Don't do what you want.
Do what you don't want.
Do what you're trained not to want.
Do the things that scare you the most.

Find out what you're afraid of and go live there.