executive crocodile

The first week of class always seems like the longest week of my life. I have a shit ton of studies to undertake. MSU bought a slice of the MATRIX, and we are building an art gallery on it for a class called Collaboration Research Lab. I'm also taking painting from a member of the KGB named Olga Lomshakova. What is everyone doing this weekend where is the beer kyles house is nice john are you going to the anaconda bowl jam i use ical for my schedule i am boycotting myportal internet is dead it was killed by the trojans blogger was a victim don't put your blogger email on an email list if you're using windows if you're using windows kill yourself now before the trojans do i wrote a grant proposal i will be awarded 1500 dollars for my animation of a dough stretcher the world will love it.

OMG

Me and Fletcher have a house. Almost. Vince goes to school here. Graphic design is a big joke. I'm living upstairs at 4s north for a couple weeks. Food time.

poppin' off three times a day

Built to spill will happen in the future, along with the rest of the future. So the other day I hit my head at the IBM parking garage and since then I've felt increasingly disconnected with whatever is happening right in front of my face. Even as I write this stupid blog I wonder what happened today. All of the disconnectedness is amplified by the alcohol that Fletcher is failing to drink on his 21st fucking birthday.

Logging off of the netwaves

- Co-Captain:

Daniel P. Quinn

Ruth

Ruth is 89 years old. Her secret for staying youthful is "early to bed and sleep in in the morning", she loves the pickle barrel and pizza, but only 1 or 2 slices. She's not a "battle axe" but she doesn't like it when young kids run down her stairs and wear out the carpet. Her son is building her a shrine in the back yard with a waterfall, and it is very expensive to get the dog out of the pound because the city is itching to make money. According to Ruth, Bush is selling America to Russia and China. In her heart she thinks that the upstairs renter Gill is "selling". He sleeps in the closet. She might have accidentally sold her heart pills in a garage sale. She has an irregular heartbeat.

I will not be renting a room from Ruth.

bozeman, gagaga

We drank, we skated, we drank, we spent money, we partied, we hanged, we spent money, we drove, we slept, we sulked, I left, I hit a dog, I worked, I blogged, I ate, I talked, I ignored. not necessarily in that order.

we'll see

so the thing is happening on saturday. I'm not sure how it's gonna turn out. Fletcher might make these shirts.