FINE!

all right... so its been a while. eighteen days, apparently... look, i update when i want to, when i feel like it, when i have time...

all right, the truth is that i got behind, and have been really busy, but mostly, i'll get here, and realize that i have so much to type, and the task is ridiculously daunting, and i'll give up and go have a lie down because i'm always tired from school nowadays. there you are. i'm tired and easily cowed. and drunk. leggo...

now... down to business. short updates followed by vignettes. that seems like a good plan to me. commence the attack...

i have been in summer school for almost a month now. two five-week summer sessions, physics all the way. i am kicking so much ass, it hurts. other people... HAH! yes. i am full of pride, for i have recieved a 104, another 104, and then a 108 on my tests, 108 being the highest grade possible. i am a friggin' genius, i beat my sister on each test (yes, we're in the same course... i love it), and i am proving my father wrong on a weekly basis. after i finish the first five week segment and have the highest average in the class, i'm planning on saying, "so dad, i heard that you thought i'd be riding rachel's coattails in this class. and i don't want to make a big deal out of it, but it made me angry. so this 'best in show' award is for you. you inspired me. now fuck off, you prick!" or something of the sort. haven't decided if i want to broach the subject yet, embarrased that i'm psychologically so unhealthy, but damn it feels good to kick ass in an academic setting. again. booyakasha!

in other news, uncle jay has been visiting for the last ten days. i love the man to death. he's the italian catholic who married into my mother's very jewish, boca raton family. his wife was my maternal grandmother's kid sister. grandma bessie is dead now, and ant cyd (jay's wife) died about a year ago. but he's rallied well, truth be told, and he came to see us again. (my mom has always been a favorite of his. she married a goy as well, so the two couples could relate.)

jay, is like a tornado. he cannot sit still, and if he's not sitting still, you're not sitting still. during the past ten days, we have assembled countless shelving units, taken down screens and cleaned windows, he regrouted my mom's shower, repainted her bathroom and the dining room, organized countless amounts of everything, and in general has been driving us all crazy with his well-intentioned fixer-uppers. the house certainly needed it all, and more. but when you get home from six straight hours of school after not enough sleep, you want to take a nap, not learn how to best clean a filthy window. but jay doesn't take no for an answer. so you sigh, put on some crappy clothing, and pick up the cordless drill. i'm tired.

jay leaves tomorrow morning. i plan on getting home from school and sleeping for ages... with a brief break to get high with zach. i actually managed to get alot of my own shit done yesterday, as far as applying to schools, making moves to finalize plans with cousin judy (who will provide josh-housing when i move to nyc), etc... i'm trying to be more productive, so as not to get trapped in the tar pit that is texas. ever try accelerating in tar? not easy...

my new computer makes me so happy i could cry. nothing new to report, just that i love my little machine, am addicted to macs, and am ready to take the architecture world by storm. in a year or so. and after a few decades of practicing. it takes time man... god almighty, but it takes time...

i'm trying to think of other major developments, but i can't. problem. maybe nothing else has happened... i don't know right now.

do you ever get the urge to just read some critical race or gender or queer theory, just to remind yourself of what you are, what you're interested in, what you can do? i do... i won't bring the books to class, which provides ample time for reading, because it would make me look pretentious and... pretentious. i'm sorry, but pretension is a dirty, dirty thing. i'm a nerd, i'm a fag, i'm a crunchy little bastard who intellectualizes everything, but you find that out on your own. i don't have time to maintain an image. nor any interest in doing so. and my shit doesn't smell either...

truthfully, of late, the gastro-intestinal situation has been rather odiferous. i thought you should know...

all right. there will be anecdotes later. but i must end this now. vodka beckons. so said the drunkard...

off with you!