So, another day, another slap in the face.
Or so it seems?
The song of the day has to be The Ramones: Beat on the Brat. I listened to it whilst in the shower this morning, and it was stuck in my head ALL freaking day. I'm still singing it to this point. I'm actually at work, waiting for the boss lady to give me the rest of this report thing I'm supposed to be typing, and with eight minutes on the computer shot clock before I'm signed off, what's gonna happen?

God knows. Who cares.

I got a ride to work from Devlin's imported Daewoo car, and it wasn't as bad as Steve made import cars out to be. The stereo was good, because it's a Daewoo car. The engine ran pretty okay, because we all know that the Japanese were the masters of car creation... or something along the lines of that.

In school-news, class masses are the epitome of sucking and blowing. We sing the same damn song every single mass, if I have to sing it one more time, I may have to rip someone's skull off and spit down their neck. Seriously.

In other hilarious news, Brian Robinson lost a tooth in a car accident, and we all laughed that he wasn't wearing his belt, and that he's a moron.

"Survey says: 'You're an idiot!' "

The following people are up my ass this week....
Actually no one. I got some nice uninteresting stuff to talk about, though. I (Tim), am going to be a published author! Coming June 2004, probably, will be my collection of short stories, 654: A Collection of Short Stories for the Geek in You. It's kind of exciting. Not especially anymore, because I can't fucking finish it, but, nonetheless. Here's the cover:


I changed the name of ze blog here to Public Urination. Because Blog of Uninterestingness sounded just like you'd think it would. Eventually, I'll be transferring to my own page, but I really haven't the energy or cola to do this.

School-wise, it pretty much blows. I'm PASSING things. WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME? I'm becoming successful..ly average. God damn. But in other news, I'm still debating what my Halloween costume should be. Like, I got an A on an English quiz I hardly fucking tried on! Where the hell does this come from? Ask me that!

I nearly lost my job at the library because the bastards wanted me to file a medical form. So I copied my forms from my driving book, and gave them that, and then never got paid for the two weeks of work I did at that time.

Check out mike's blog . Email him, and tell him that the slick guy he drew is absolutely un-entertaining. I like Sir Timmy the Challenged though, even though it's hardly based on me.

A new concept hit me, too. I went to this Hubert's dance. And I DANCED AT IT. It was so fucking weird. Dancing at dances is a totally foreign concept.

"Dude, screw chicks tonight. I just gotta dance."