2012 // 2005-08-30 // 9:09 p.m.

Marriage is an adventure, like going to war. ---G. K. Chesterton

the world smells of cheap cleaning products and over highlighted textbooks, which means that school has begun again. i live in a new place that'll allow me to stay for just one semester. yay for studying abroad complications. i'm taking a hispanic literature class and i really hope it's not one of those lit courses where we all talk and write about specific literary terms and what the author was thinking. i always hated that. unless it's a diary, who gives a crap about what the author was thinking? what's important is what the reader is thinking. isn't that the whole point of stories/poems, to convey a message outward? for all we know, the author of poem x could've been thinking 'i need to feed the chickens after i finish this poem' when s/he wrote it. maybe i'm just on crack. i don't know what i'm talking about anymore. so i have another spanish class about hispanic civilization up to the 19th century. i have to do a presentation about the maya, inca, and aztec peoples. the mayans have always been the coolest in my book because of their calendar. it always seems so unnecessarily complex, but i'm sure the secret of divinity or something lies inside of it's massive time-keeping system, especially since the calendar ends in 2012. i hope the world ends then too like so many internet junkies have raved. to be a prophet on the internet would be quite a legend, like the dark prophet at christ's crucifixtion. or if time cube proved to be true, even though a cube has six sides. but i think we'll all be fine. there aren't as many papers this semester, at least not all at once. i feel like i need to write a lot about religion lately. i want to write something that includes yet dissolves most known religions, and i don't mean the unitarians. or maybe i do. but god will definately be a tree, at least one form of it. and a principality will accidently be brought into our plane of existence through some guy's solar plexus chakra. because pathways are manifesting like ozone holes all over from plane to plane. because 2012 is reaching for our asses like a molester in a dorm bathroom. because it's all pivoting off of this one random guy because the source of all likes to poke our ribs sometimes. okay. i'm going to take a shower now. i hope 2012 isn't in there as well.

--ride the pig!