Once in awhile...

I get this urge to blog.
Blog, verb form of the word. Also known as, write.
Better known as, telling everyone on the interwebz your daily life including that nummy sandwich you ate at 4:37 pm.

What do you say to a professor, who may or may not understand, that you are sincerely sorry but you have fallen behind in the class due to short increments of mental illness that you should awaken from in 2-3 days following the continuance of your monthly therapy...
Short. outbursts. of. emotional and slightly physical (but your fault entirely from all that moshing) stress.

Thanks, can i get a extension to practice my singing?
No, no you cannot. College doesnt work that way.
You got yourself into this mess.
why take 10 classes, practice 4 instruments not including voice, and think that was a good idea?
One big shortcoming.
Ahead in one class, behind in another.

The broken pencil tip behind the broken pencil tip repeating the same mistakes.
Hoping for a lead in the defense team on procrastination.

Make way, I'm not waiting for heartbreak this time!
I'm running right in.

Why did i think perfect was waiting in the body of a 18 year old sax playing, civil war reenacting, hybrid-buddhist/jainist monk idealed, woman-scorned and bitter computer science major.
Why did i believe perfect was waiting for me at 19, second year of college.
Who am i to believe perfect comes that easy.
I should've seen this one coming, dad.
A car crash in slow motion.

I leave with this quote,

" I believe in a power that is of and by the people.
I believe in an art that cannot be compromised.
I believe that I will endure, and I will overcome.
And I will sing it until I no longer remember the reason."

-Against Me!


-Bob