some drawings

Here's how I thought being homeless for eight days would be:


















Here's what it's been like so far:



















I guess I thought it would be cool, like I was being sneaky, or that it would feel like camping or something. Well, it sucks. It's cool when the sun gets eclipsed by the moon, but we wouldn't like it as much if it lasted for more than a few minutes, much like leaving the house is good until you realize you don't have a home. Wow, being homeless is absolutely nothing like watching an eclipse. Oops.

On the other hand, I've seen the goodness of mankind manifest itself to me many times over. People that I don't even know that well are offering me their homes and goods and storage space. And I bet if I ever said "hey sounds good! Thanks, man, I'll see you tonight!", a lot of them would actually follow through with it. I want to cry when near-strangers are that nice to me. And I don't mean the creepy kind of strangers. They make me want to cry for different and obvious reasons.

here's an easy one

Here are the reasons:
1. The semester's about done
2. Binary solo
3. Mixed nuts and apple newtons

Here are the things:
1. I'm extremely relaxed
2. I have renewed faith in human kindness
3. I'm ecstatic that there are people in the world that know how to make a good joke

Of course, they're not necessarily in order.

Things that are good but do not belong in piñatas

Screwdrivers
raw eggs
mice
ninja throwing stars
maple syrup
explosives
ideas
glitter
tear gas

any others?

Bless you, ants = blants

1. poke you, ants
2. cheese you, ants
3. date you, ants
4. glaze you, ants
5. stop you, ants
6. please you, ants
7. like you, ants
8. freeze you, ants

So I ran into Gavin (1) and said "Just gimme a (2) to do a hip-hop (3)!" Then I tossed him a (4), and he took a fighter's (5) and punched me into some (6). I got him back when I grabbed a (7) and poked him into (8).