Today is marked as the 4th of August year 2011, and I decided that I would like to resume in my passion for writing and discussing various matters I believe deserve closer attention. At the current moment, I have around 2487224979 thoughts circling around my conscience, but it seems that I always find tranquility within medicating and for lack of a better term, “chillin.” Although, a lax state of mind and demeanor may seem as a suitable appearance, the need to take care of business is overwhelmingly at hand. Society compels us to present our best fit persona, and to have some evidence to back it up. After an exhausting year experiencing a new style of life and following my own trend, it was clear that only positive resolutions were in demand for the near future. I left, but only for a mere week because the first summer school session started immediately after the spring 2011 semester ended. The institution that I attend tends to be the comedian of my life, throwing me one unbelievable burden after another. Not only was I obligated to take 2 summer school sessions in a row, but in the process I only reserved one week of summer for complete and utter availability to do whatever I pleased, which is what summer used to be all about, remember? Only a week is left of school, and I haven’t even accomplished one of the main goals I set out for the past 2 months. My laziness and utter dislike to get shit done is starting to wear on me to the point that I can’t stand to look at myself at times. In no way possible is this comeback piece intended to be a personal bash or discredit, but I just wanted to update those of you who may be curious as to how I am keeping this day and age. Apart from that my to do list includes: Finish chem homework; take care of school bill; apply for a bajllion jobs; clean ze house stat; apply as UCSF research assistant; start working out and making a whole new diet; fix computer; get school books; work out schedule for next year; look further into frat affairs for the coming semester; start working out club activities for 2001-2012. This is only where it begins, and yet here I am, slung over a 30 year-old twin fold-out-bed that I used to sleep on in the very house, where I began to understand the world. Couch potato would be an understatement at this point, regrettably so. I feel intimidated with various obstacles that present themselves in my life, but I have incorporated a facade of myself that can remain calm to the naked eye (ie the general public). At times I think to myself, “Hey man, you’re still 19, ‘member what everyone said? ‘Oh you’re only 19?!! You have plenty of time!’ So just keep staying positive, you’re still young, and you still got time to rule the world. BOIIIIIII.” I wonder, how long will I keep telling myself this. Side-note: Will I remember this instant 5 years from now, and will time truly play the greatest trick on me? Maybe I’m just rambling, but I genuinely wanted to reach out there to somebody, anybody. Other than that my fluttery followers, things are sitting pretty, and I promise to hit y’all with the biggest storm of new material you’ve ever seen on this buh-log. Stay tuned kinfolks! Thanks for listening! ~They don’t know, how can they understand?!~ The Jacka ft. Freeway. SHABOOBALABOOPY