But, but but I'm afraid of water. Hey, hey look man, I get seasick even watching it on tv!

Think of this as a visual testament to the maturity of our relationship. Shoe/Footmic night.

As hard as I try (which probably isn't very hard), I can't bring myself to do any school work today, especially not blogging about things I have no attachment to. Today my dear friend Fen has to grow up, stop drinking, stop being a punk, and start Navy basic trainging. He's 22 years old, a baby who doesn't even have a drivers liscense, but is hard up for cash/aren't we all. I feel like stealing and spitting and not getting out of bed. What's that David Bowie song about 5 years or what not? This is only 4 and this is not suicide, its the Navy.

I'm most afraid that he's going to start buying into this whole governmental bullshit and start saluting without a mental smirk and start talking about protecting the citizens of America without the slightest hint of sarcasm. He won't be Fenimore anymore, but Erich Hoffman, and I can't hang out with a man (?? a boy ??) named after a figure skater. How do people learn not to be fuck-ups? I can't help but hoping in the some dark part of my mind that once a fuck-up, always a fuck-up. Why can't we just fuck-down?

4 years is a long time, full of red lights/green lights/ starting and stopping and unimportant happenings/ growing pains/pangs. Why do I feel like today is the end of something I've always really enjoyed, some drunk-dialed goodbye. That fucking Village People song is on rewind repeat backtrack and double looped in my mind and I have bruises on my shins the size of small watermelons. Fuck today, fuck tomorrow, and 2012 isn't even worth thinking about yet.

I just got up but I want to go back to bed.