I"m listening to "My Whole World Ended" by David Ruffin. Some new, interesting information has come to light lately. New shit has come to light, and in light of this new shit, I mean, shit. But you guys aren't privvy to all the new shit, but hey, that's what you pay me for.

Ok, first up, I saw a headline in the StarTribune (Newspaper in Minneapolis, not sure if it's a nationalized thing) and the headline read,"Bush Apologizes for Speech." And I thought, finally, he realized that he talks like a bewildered 4th grader. Maybe he realizes that he's been embarassing our fucking country every time he opens his vacuole. No, I was wrong, he said he was sorry for telling us there were weapons of mass destruction in Iraq when the country lacks explosives that are legal for civillian possession in Kentucky.

Also, I'm typing this from such a distance from the monitor that I apoligize for misspellings, but I'm too tired and fucking lazy to go back and correct the shit. That, and I can't read.

Now for more new shit.

I went to a Ween concert last Wednesday, with my friend Bob and his girlfriend Betsy. She brought her friend Christina, and Bob brought me. Long story short, events transpired. Bob told me tonight, which is Saturday, for the record, that she's a psycho. Thanks for the fucking warning, asshole. Here's a boat, Nate, why don't you go sailing? Oh shit, I hope he didn't take that boat in the fucking water, he could drown. Also, for those of you reading the boat imagery as a reference to "It's not about the size of the ship..." FUCK YOU! Can't I type a fucking thing without you thinking I have a small penis? I'm fine with it. I'm not embarassed. I'M NOT EMBARASSED!

So, keeping in mind that this girl is a psycho, Betsy came over today, to see my friend Bob, who is also one of my roomates. She was rather shocked when another female emerged from my bedroom, both of us looking quite disheaveled, with sleep in our eyes and stains on our clothes. The psycho is Christine, the girl I slept with last night is Alisa. Good, glad you're coming with me on that.

Not that I'm complaining, you must understand, and I also don't meant to imply that I've only slept with Alisa once. Unless the psycho goes psycho, which would be uncool.

Other news: I'm not going to make the semi-finals of the comedy contest. Right now I'm ranked 21st. The top 25 proceed to the semi-finals, and there's about 3 more weeks of contestants. I personally blame the fact that they let registration go on for an extra month, and there's way more competition. Still, there's a chance that I'll make it, it's just really slim. Pray with me that everyone who does 3 minutes from now until august 22 sucks. You're not praying. It's not like I had my entire ego riding on this or anything. It's not like I felt like somebody. I've only been doing comedy for a few months. I'm still good. Right? RIGHT? GOD I HATE MYSELF! STUPID! STUPID! STUPID!

Oh! I've been volunteering at Radio K, doing PSA's (public service announcements). I'm going to have access to the locked areas of the studio sometime this week, and the freedom to record anything I want when the stuidos aren't in use. That's not cool. Not cool at all.

That's all my news, and as said before, this has become more of a diary than anything else. Sorry for you people that came wanting something more. Maybe some other time.