polyphony.

Two Thousand And Three.

(i'm back and full of information)

a new year is once again upon us. what does it mean to me?

this, my friends, will be a year of change. i know, i say this every year, but damn it, i fuckin mean it this year. i'm already going to be making moves in school, so some kind of progress is all but inevitable. you see, i do believe that the top of each year is an opportunity for a fresh start, or a new lease on things. and something tells me that this year will be an especially significant one... i don't know exactly why, but it's been a beast of a premonition. so, whatever. i'ma take that premonition, pretend like it's a directive from god himself, and run with it. REAL far.

yeah, i ain't promisin shit this year, i'mjust gonna flow with it and hope everything falls into place.

i do wanna move out, tho. wanna record some music. wanna relationship of some sort... a FRUITFUL, BENEFICIAL one. not tryna have my heart starved for somethin i dont have absolute access to, although i think my better judgement regarding such things will not be much of a factor, cuz

i rocks

heart-sleeved

apparell, drunk off the

sweet scent of burned emotion

so we'll see. i'ma just cross mad digits until i know otherwise.
i wanna travel too. atlanta in the spring seems pretty definite, but i wanna do more than that. i dunno... i just basically want a life. i wanna fucking be somebody. fuck last year.

ANYWAY.

i skinned the living fuck out of my knee a few minutes ago, and the blood+gore factor is pissing me off. lol...

to all the folks that read this blog, i apologize for the lack of recent entries. i'ma pick it up soon, believe me. school is blog fodder for sure. you know.. one of the fucked up things about keeping online logs of your life is that eventually, unless you're on some serious stealth shit, people you know and love start reading it... and then you've got this invisible hand guiding your keystrokes, fueled by the knowlege that The Person You Are Typing About, or Your Best Friend or god forbid Your Mother quite possibly are reading.

so another new year's resolution of mine is to be as unabashedly candid as i possibly can in this blog. i won't say peoples names, but i will be speaking the truth, from the heart. i hope i don't offend anybody in the process, but then again, who wants to read some crowd pleasing crud, right?

wait-

couldn't being assholishly honest be considered a crowd pleasing tactic?

blah. i confuse myself.

look, i'm just gonna be honest.

yeah.

but seriously. 2003 motherfuckers.

it's ON.


(p.s. i'd also like to say that i will no longer be keeping late hours. it's fucking unhealthy. contrary to popular opinion, i will still be eating pork. all damn day.)