Stuck up ShitCreek without a paddle (ii)

.....Things do get better. Mom loaned me the two hundred bucks I needed to splurge on books. I sit in front of GORGEOUS Niki LaMontagne in Seth Katz zany Grammar for verbal masochists--Niki (not Hippie-Nikki, for those keeping tabs of my tottering love life) is studying to be an elementary school teacher, hails from Minnesota, has shoulder length chestnut hair and a face that looks like an unblemished snowfield on Christmas Eve. I could feel her breath clouding up the back of my neck all during Katz' introduction to preopositions and pronouns.

Awwwwwwww!!!!!!!!

Wittle-Davey-has-a-whittle-cwush.........

I also have Prof. Chambers for Fiction class. There was a mix up in directions and half the class met half a mile away in the GCC. After fifteen minutes of menial patter I volunteered to hoof (more like sprint) the distance to Bradley Hall where I discerned that class was already in progress.

Chambers is an old school Harvard graduate and a distnguished Veteran of the literary scene, and when I arrived to class, out of breath, Chambers asked me simply, "Where the fuck have you been?" (Those were his exacts words).....followed by,"Well delegate, run back over there and round up your truant friends."

Live, Damnit!!!!!!

Uncle Jack's i.e., J-London's Birthday is WED!!!

Jack London said, "The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."


Also, I need to send a shot out to my brother Joe. Joe has long red hair, wears thick glasses, smokes cigarettes, drinks like he lives inside a fish bowl....Joe always has a smile plastered into the freckled dents of his face. He is the first to crack jokes in public--he is a perennial college student, writer, guitarist, dilletante poet....Joe received a full-college scholarship in gymnastic and Diving and ( oh, yeah) Joe scraps around campus on crutches. Joe lost his right leg to bone cancer when he was nine....all this and he still can do a back flip off a hi-dive with one foot or "his tail" as he calls it....

Joe's making plans to go down to Tennesse. His ambition is to be the first ambutee to traverse the Appalatian trail. Try telling me that he won't succeed.

ATTA boy Joe!!! Maybe its just the girls I date, but I'm tired of always hearing people bitch about petty material driven commodities. Never once have I heard Joe grouse about his leg--not once in the two years I have known him have I ever seen anything less than a smile and a stately nod.

Thanks JOE!!!!!

Your antics inspire me to, in the words of the late Amanda Davis, "Write like my life depended on it!!!!!"