But the others wait in Casablanca

My life as a student has initiated its wrap of faze, Soon I will no longer be able to use the excuses as student for the reasons I refuse to work. My days will no longer be filled with papers and articals I’m forced to write but rather  the musings of my own mind. How exciting and terrifying at the same time . While spending my first night back in san diego with all my friends, as I’m hoping many of my nights will roll about, I came to the conclusion that this semester will be about  regrets for things I’ve done rather then regrets of those I haven’t.  each day will be  ended with a snap shot of an occurrence to  fill in for the lack of art classes that will be taking up the energy I use to run my life.

                Today was more of a mellow preparing for the class you trap and dedication to attending those prisons of higher knowledge. I began my morning in search of what I’ve heard rumor is a tan carpet that hides beneath the more pleasant and eye pleasing blanket of colorful fabrics most call clothing.  I delicately danced around  the  public space of my house  in order it contain the spirit of destruction and clutter  that dwells with in the space communally saved for one’s soul. When the swelling of rhyme on sound could no longer contain the beast I took to the street exploring the lives of others and how they choose to display themselves to random strangers. I was soon greeted by a neighbor of mine who is still feeling the loss of the world’s greatest cat the mighty but not so fearsome Sir Pumpernickel he then asked me if it would be ok if he dedicated a plaque in his honor at the humane society in which he was discovered. Of course I approved of this it is only fitting way to mark his passing. May he be reborn as the rich gentleman he felt he should have been, and if god does not see this fit to do this May he have the biggest house in heaven where even angles are sent to wait on him.  Upon my return from the great outdoors I informed the sleeping cranberry that she had very steep shoes to fill but not to let the stress get too much of her.  I now must surrender to the responsibility of writing my grad school letter and thus in close the picture of the house guardian showing cranberry the realm outside the window.

“I've fought off angels with my hands behind my back I've set the heavens all on fire”