Yesterday I learned...

...that the term "river rat" is not always derogatory. Sean and I went to the river. There were lots of people there. Some one was having a birthday party, but there was no cake or ice cream , just beer. Well, beer for most. Some just drank Wild Turkey from the bottle. There was much dancing and laughing and dog fighting (in a playful way though, on their own accord. NOT at all like Michael Vick). Sean and I were just observers for the most part.

I got introduced to the Mayor of 3 rivers, and his name is Squirrel. I'm not sure when the election was or when the next one is, but he's got my vote. It seemed that Squirrel cares a lot about keeping the river clean and having the appropriate trash receptacles. He recycles almost everything too, so he's probably more environmentally conscious than Al Gore (whens the last time HE went picking up trash all drunk and yelling?

There were also plenty of dreadlocks there. I think the ratio of people with dreadlocks to homeless people is about 1:3. Not that that is a bad thing. I could probably do that at some point in my life, but for right now, I like to wash my hair.

Next time I'll bring pics. It was awesome.

Popping ballons in the library can make one feel guilty.

I'd like to give a shout-out to my sisters. I tell them to look here, but really there isn't all that much. I thought the world of blogging seemed so glamorous and exciting, but really I just have to continue to work on things, but they don't count for my degree. Or give me money. Or friends... well, maybe friends. I'm realizing very quickly that I'd much rather be sharing stories and jokes and videos of me sleeping in person. Of course I love technology, but I also like to see someone's reaction to something on their face. Most of all I wish I could see my sisters' faces more often. I wish I could see my family more often.

As you may know I am a library student at the University of SC and although many of my classes are online, I come to Columbia, SC for school. I go home during the summers. This in effect makes my life a little schizophrenic. When I'm home, my school friends complain that I don't keep in touch and when I'm in school, my family and atl friends get neglected. It's an odd problem to deal with.

This is getting totally weird to read, so I'm just gonna push it over the edge and give you haiku:

I like in Fight Club
when he writes haiku at work.
I shall do the same.

Sleeper

don't think i'm a freak. i heard that i talk in my sleep. my roommates tell me all about conversations i've had while asleep. so i figured i should find out first hand... and i just got this little tripod and wanted to use it. least it's not porn.