client w

Hello.
My name is Wezley.
I am a person.
I met guy-with-dog on the street. There I was invited to a party with a "sweet punk band" in the middle. It was around 1:55.
It is late.
A.M.
At the party I met Jessica, Christopher, Hermann Hesse (Nils), Olivia (freckles, I thought the other girl was named Olivia), Matthew, the Japanese guy Sho, etc.,
I was "wikipediaing" Montreal prior to my leave earlier tonight. Rather interesting.
I talked with quite a few folk about Montreal.
I generously reimbursed the beer people.
I am thinking about going back. Yet, I am not going to. This is because I am absolutely in love; even in a massive state of drunkenness, I can only provide an altered state of goodness for Olivia. I can not talk to her in sexy ways or other things. This is because I am in love with someone and belong to them. I am super in love. You could cut off my ear and I would still be in love with them.
Still, Olivia, have a good sleep. You swallowed it so I know you will.
With water might be good though.
W. (Client)

I am in an unfamiliar neighborhood right now, very calm.. except for thinking about the laptop running out of batteries. A kid that looks like an annoying child actor ran by. In the back.. there he goes again! Is he running in circles around this place?

Yeah. In the back of my head is the argument this morning. Does Full House, the TV show, count as an example of camp? In my opinion, yes. Ah, such a heated discussion. Uncle Joey is a player on the spring break circuit, I hear. Disgusting. All I see is that mullet and that annoying personality. That man is Satan.

Still, when there are pictures of Bob Sagat parting the clouds - and when John Stamos is killed in Clone High - it's camp.

This week I've been arguing about what exactly.. what the problem is. And someone is getting paid.. but their still confused.. so therefore I shall arise at 6:30AM tomorrow and run off still wet from the shower for a more understandable bit of advice.

Emily and Shelly though were helpful this week. I gotta keep that realistic perspective when it comes to studying abroad. If it's expensive as all hell, then I better save what I can, but make it what I can too.

Back to homework. GAYS!

There goes that child actor kid. Oh.. the golden retriever in the blue truck window wants to crawl out.

I'm listening to the Swans right now. The children in the background of the tune are damned. This is just one of the bands that I am suddenly overwhelmed with, thanks to Emily.

Spring break was so much. I ran into a few married friends, while watching some of my closest appear practically married. Seeing Walker at the Walker put me in an odd mood, but the message the next day furthered that.

Emily was sweet, funny, disturbing.. both of us were bruised by midway through due to concerts and collisions under the influence of vodka. It's not even Spring yet but it feels so much brighter. I've never reacted so well to daylight. There was the opening party at Ivy on Friday, the small crowd at the lounge on Wednesday, Nina's, several salads, popovers.. Lots to share. Memories refreshed and new ones made.

There are a lot of things to keep to myself.

Now I am overwhelmed with school. In the long, long week, I forgot that I was even a college student.

Everyone is going to bed earlier.