Heavens I suck at blogging. The only reason I’m doing it now is to avoid the mountain of homework that’s sitting next to me.

The past month or so has been all consumed by school and a gnarly stomach virus. However, I did finally see Flogging Molly in concert and let me tell you, it might have been the best concert of my life. Yes, seeing David Bowie and Billy Joel were momentous moments but, there’s something about concerts at Madison Square Garden that always fall a bit short. I think it’s a lack of intimacy. Music is so passionate that when there’s any kind of disconnect it all becomes rather blasé, it’s still good, but could be so much better. Much like sex.

I’ve also figured out that if I take two summer class I’ll be right on target to graduate next Spring. It’s all very surreal. The prospect of graduation is so foreign that I can’t quite wrap my head around it.

Walking home from school the other night a woman in a motorcycle helmet and leather came out of a side door on 5th Ave. and scared the piss out of me. My schemata went berserk as I tried to figure out what she was and I distinctly remember placing her as the Repo Man from Repo! The Genetic Opera, a Nazi and a riot control officer. This all happened in a period of about 2 seconds and I must have noticeably flinched or gasped (probably both) because she stopped to look at me. Three blocks later my heartbeat returned to normal and my head was clear enough to realize that I am indeed, losing my mind.

My parents sent in groceries for me with a family friend today. I’ve never been so excited over a jar of mayonnaise before. Dancing along the borders of abject poverty does very strange things to a person.

All things good