New Zekeland

My hair is fading. I am now a light orange bordering on yellow. I was hoping that it would last longer. Don't know why I am up this early. Early sucks. I wanted to go home today but my car wouldn't move. Too much snow. Note to everyone out there: Do not try to clean your car out of the snow with a lunch tray. (note: use of material from Brian) Way too much work for little to no reward. But anyway, I will not be coming home this weekend, to the disappointment of all my acolytes out there. Instead, drinking time. Yay for drinking time. Only two classes to make my way through before this honored and esteemed activity can began. To end this reading of the Gospel according to Zekius Maximus, I leave you with a quote:
In this strange world to live is a kind of dreaming,
And each of us must dream the thing he is
Till he awakes...
...So what's this life? A fraud, a frenzy,
A trick, a shadow, an illusion.
And all our life is nothing but a dream.
Pedro Calderon de la Barca Life's a Dream

So very tired of the bullshit that this university puts me through. There are many sites that say no school and others that say, yes there will be school. Make up your minds and let everyone know please.

Today, in our student center, i went to get a cup of tea. While there I was approached by a recruiter for FSU and he told me, because of the hair I had to go to the basketball games on Wednesday. Apparently, a bus load of kids from my old high school, that's right good old WHS, are coming up and they want some sort of freak show featuring me to be there showing what college can do to a semi-intelligent person. I am going to go, mainly because I was promised a free t-shirt. Doesn't seem like much to be put on display for, but what the hell, I would rather get free shit than do work. For those unenlightened few who have not seen or heard, I dyed my hair a shade entitled Electric Lava. If I knew how to post pics on this blog thing i would for the benefit of all mankind. Here ends another section of the Gospel According to Zekius.

I haven't seen the weird guy for a couple of days now. Wonder what happened to him. Classes are going well for me. I am not so scared of Fiction nor am I feeling so very tired and depressed anymore. Working something out in my head between two friends of mine has calmed me down considerably. Feeling very chill about most everything right now. So here ends the writing of the Gospel according to Zekius.