my Last Week of Classes with Random Pictures Thrown In

The highlight of the week occurred on Tuesday the 13th, i had my court appearance regarding my ticket for operating left of center. I went to court with expectations of having to pay the ticket and have the 4 points taken off my license. I thought there was little chance the ticket would be lowered and no chance the ticket would be dropped completely. But i pleaded not guilty and argued my case with a District Attorney, i stated that i was the designated (Drunk) driver and yadda yadda yadda, and to my shock he dropped the ticket completely and made it a warning. I am still in shock over how lucky i was and am.

~ Gizmo with an italian clown nose ~

Well this was my last week of classes, and the feeling of being (almost) done is quite nice. I still have exams next week, but none will be too hard. It is indescribably boring and cold here, i have given up one of my favorite vices until i get a job, and my roommates are fighting more and more; so needless to say i cannot wait to get the hell out of La Crosse. I quite simply am not at all happy here and this (obviously) affects my mood greatly, thankfully this will all change once i get back to Milwaukee where there are countless things to do all the time, i have numerous friends (at least numerous compared to the number of friends i have here), my parents, and a special lady friend to keep me warm.

~ Isaac has 7 painting that look almost exactly like this one.

They are all in our 20' x 11' living room ~

I am generally a very quiet, bashful, coy person who often doesn't talk unless spoken too. I often don't talk about myself and have trouble telling people about what is going on with me. My reason for this is that as i was growing up my father has always been a talkative person who doesn't like silence, so he would frequently talk and i would frequently notice that many people truly didn't care. Furthermore, i have been around alot of people who are also like this, such as brian b (my best friend for years and years, until he got married to a women who thinks i am too wild and a bad influence on him), and erik t (a roommate i lived with for 2 years, who was completely brainwashed by the military, we didn't get along that well, especially the second year we lived together, so i came(masturbated) in his loofa every morning, he never knew). While i hung out with these people i notice how often they talked and talked about themselves and how other people usually didn't care what they were talking about. Also i noticed that while i was with people like that they usually didn't care what i had to say about myself they were simply waiting for opportunities to talk about themselves more, so it caused me to speak less and less about myself. I would like to improve this about myself, and i think this blog is a way to do that. I still haven't told anyone about this blog, but i have been close to telling people a few times. I want to let people in and i want to expose myself more to people, but i don't want to expose myself and have nobody care. My greatest fear about the blog and i guess about exposing myself in general is that i expose myself and get no response and no concern from anyone. However, i also realize that if i had told everyone about my blog, and my friends and family did come and read there would be little chance for them to comment on various things that i have discussed so far.

~ One corner of the ceiling in my room ~