the last issue of the talking stick came out today. i was pretty disappointed in the fucked up headline jake put on my matrix review, as well as the liberal slash and fuck that kim did on my tribes editorial. the ad i made came out fine, i guess, and i never really give a fuck about the stickscopes. the whore-o-scopes. the no-one-reads-that-gay-shit-anyway-scopes.

whatever, the editors do what they do to produce a solid paper. i'm not going hate... though y'all know i'm a hater for sure though, right?

the track banquet was... long. i started to lose focus of what was going on towards the end, and everything started getting wobbley and glowy and shit. sleep deprivation is a fucked up drug.

i need to change this layout, NOW, geez. but i'll do it tomorrow. i need some more inspiration from the sun, 'cuz that how i do, yo.