Frank

money

2007-02-21T21:13:07Z

is flesh in your hands.

soooooooooo

2007-02-19T17:59:40Z

it's 2007.

lately...

2006-07-09T18:10:23Z

sometimes life is treating me well, and sometimes it's not. i still haven't got paid the cash money flow, creepy contractor owes me money that he probably won't pay me. i don't have much to live on until july 20th. even after that, it's all going to rent. need a new job? yes. please. more time sleeping. less time smoking weed and drinking. more time BBQing. corn. less meat. hiking has been good. riding tinkerbell has been swell. swimming in the lake has been pretty. both free. the word has many different meanings. i feel it. going on tour in august. going on tour in december. won't have enough money? probably. won't be able to spend money. it will be really sweaty. even in the winter. at least on wednesday HUNDO is going to be hooked up for free. mike's taking me there. the rescue. i can't wait to ride HUNDO. i can't wait for a friend of mine to come home on august 2nd. i hope she can't wait too. i haven't seen her in months.

right now there are a lot of loud kids in the library. making too much noise for a library. they're probably incoming freshman on their orientation. but i doubt it. they look too old. to be acting so young. kids look older than they are these days. and act younger than they are. i tend to agree with both. Les just ordered food with me. his mom just died. i was surprised. Les is in his late 60's. i don't know how old his mom was. he seemed quiet today. maybe that was the reason. he seems happier now. food makes people happy. that's nice. real nice.

frankisbear @ 2005-12-25T01:33:00

2005-12-25T07:06:36Z

I've been home for a little over a week now -- I feel like I want to say so much, but i don't really know where to start. I passed up an offer for a ride home so that I could go home earlier on the greyhound to see Sunn o))), i've felt strange ever since that show. It was an amazing experience, but I don't really feel like writing about it now. The times i've been spending with my friends have been totally awesome, I've been having so much fun every night. Last night everyone hung out at faren's house to celebrate a bunch of birthdays, it was so refreshing -- and i keep comparing that experience with the dinner I had tonight with my relatives to celebrate christmas. In one respect I think it's great that I have so many friends that I care about and love spending time with, but in another I feel bad that I really dislike most of my relatives. I hate celebrating a holiday with people I could honestly care less about. Everything about tonight was so awkward and forced, and it made me so depressed. Drinking helped the situation a little, but not much.

One thing I am looking foward to is the Nug Choris recording, which is taking place the day after christmas. I'm sure it will prove to be fucking sick. All the practices I've had this break have made it awesome as well. What's not awesome is that I feel really bad borrowing so much equiptment, and having no money to get anything. I was kind of relying on my uncle to hook me up with the sick electrician job again, but he didn't come through. I feel like i'm pretty much fucked in the financial department lately, I don't think I even have enough money to buy text books next semester. I guess Joe and I will have to work on our plan to steal all of our books from the campus book store, which I would feel really good about doing. I guess i'll have to get a second job, besides work study, which shouldn't be too bad, especially considering i'm only taking four 200 level classes. It definitely feels good to be finished with my major. However, I really need to make money if I'm going to get a house over the summer and pay rent and whatever else goes with that. I'm really convinced that I should just sell weed, but I don't think I need to resort to that yet.

As far as dealing with my family goes, it's not really that bad. My dad doesn't seem to get as angry as he used to about every little thing that doesn't go his way, my mom seems like she's starting to lose her mind a little, but I still love her. I think my parents are finally learning to just let me do as I please and are learning to accept that I'm never going to do all the things that they want me to do. It's kind of like we're gaining mutual respect for each other, and staying out of eachothers way, but not avoiding each other by any means, which is totally cool with me. I still think they go over the top on christmas, though, i'm staring at a huge box right now, and I can only imagine what they got me, because I didn't ask for anything. I hope it's a bass guitar, but I sincerely doubt it is. My mom did, however, buy me some new clothes, she can be excessive when it comes to this, but I think it was cool. I was definitely in need of some new things -- i've been looking like shit for so long so it's kind of refreshing to have a hooded sweatshirt and jeans that aren't stained and faded.

fucked

2005-11-02T20:55:40Z

the world is such a mess lately, have people been reading the news, all i read is democracy now, and it makes me want to die. i'm a mess too, though, and that makes me want to die. the english major is so stressful, it's one of the easiest majors maybe, it gives you a lot of freedom, but it makes me feel like such a waste, it makes me question the validity of the degree i'm going to get, i don't know what the fuck i'm going to be able to do. which is a reason why it's also the most difficult major. was it really worth all the money i'm spending and all the money i'm going to have to pay back to be an english major, i mean, i'm probably going to end up working a job that doesn't even require a degree. i guess this is the dilema everyone that goes into a field of art faces, but i'm sure i'll just end up a failed poet teaching college english classes someday, and i'll be a narcissistic maniac like jil hanifan, and spend my whole class teaching my students about how sweet i am because i have a beard and because i ride my bike to work instead of telling them that i'm cool because i have my eye brow pierced and i'm a lesbian. i mean, that's basically what getting a bachelors degree in english has taught me anyway. i'm so fed up with analyzing literature and poems and listening to people over analyze literature and poems, and reading literature and poems, fuck life. seriously. i'm so glad that i never have to take an undergraduate english class again in my entire life after this semester. i'm happy that i'm able to pick up a second minor in art because i finished all my requirements so fast, now i'll be able to thoroughly enjoy the end of my college experience. to be honest all i do anymore is smoke pot, draw pictures, masturbate, and try to teach myself how to play guitar. i was feeling pretty bad about myself, but i went to this lecture some psychology professor gave last night on "the case for the legalization of marijuana" and it made me feel better about myself, i guess. nothing really makes me feel better about myself anymore, though. especially considering the fact that i eat way too many BK veggie burgers. GROSS! ugh! have a nice day everyone, because i'm an asshole.

yellow tail chardonnay

2005-09-12T22:13:57Z

hey hey i have yellow tail chardonnay,
and the thing is is that it is that i'm dwindling down and starving
licking lusty charcole from my lust driven fingers
it's been 3 days, good improvement, and i still need to read a bunch more of them pages
i figured it out though, the reason is that i'm afraid of reality, kind of like the feeling
of stoning yourself and listening to tones with the infrequent pitch changes while watching
russian cartoons from the 20's, or maybe it was the 1930's. i don't know anymore. i can't seem to remember
lots of things anymore, like birthdays, homework, HW! oh man, what a day, one day of solitude tonight,
but 3 coming up of agony, struggle, the lonely artist trapped in tight quarters, loft loft loft, with
bikes under and people over, i hope, soon enough at least.

but on to another paragraph ---> P, heehehehe.... okay i mean i'm always looking at this creepy
tikki god of candles, but i have to be sneaky about my nag champa, it's crazy dude, that dudes
pesky, dude, dude, dude, too many of them dude bro's, too many times the patriarchal canopy covers
the blanket fort, sort of like some kind of hero that was lost, all of them are gone anyway, we don't
need no hero, we need 1 gram of opium! ha! how about that!

silver mt. zion 8/13/05

2005-09-03T20:11:10Z

I mean.. this show was amazing.

yo

2005-07-28T21:55:08Z

it's not always a good time to do this, but i just realized that it is always a good time to eat pizza. i have to commute to queens everyday now a days, labor is sometimes much better than some stupid minumum wage job, but not when the weather is brutal and you have to paint aluminum pipes the color of shit for 6 hours, and then you have to throw up water sometimes too. if you didn't ask yet tour was sick, i'll tell you that much. i had the best times in ann arbor, chicago, seattle, sacramento, LA, San Diego, Denver (best city, ever) Colorado, athens, DC, swimming at virginia beach was sick too. but of course that is all over, and as soon as i got back to this horrible hell hole of an island i felt like i never really left, but not with nuck choris, that makes me feel pretty good all over. we just need to do some circuit bends and trip more often, i mean, what else do you spend band money on anyway!?! someday i'll post pictures from tour, but that day is definitely not this day. I can't wait to go back to school. I have a headache, so someone should smoke pot with me later. okay, peace. I hate myself.

eh

2005-05-30T04:44:49Z

I just looked back at old journal entries. They made me so ashamed of myself, and I was really close to deleting this journal. Instead, I'm updating it. As sorry and pathetic as pretty much every entry in this journal is, I think it would have been really bad to delete this. If I did, I wouldn't be able to remember how ridiculous I was. Even though it's painful, I want to remember. I don't understand why I sound like i'm on speed in every single entry, but I have a few possible answers. I do this to myself all the time -- like when I read papers that I wrote in high school, and can't understand why they read like I learned the english language a week before I wrote them. I know you didn't ask, but i'm having a pretty shitty summer so far. In case you wanted to know or something. As the days go by my tolerence for living with my parents is rapidly decreasing, but in less than two weeks i'll be on tour with empty silos and yes sensei, which will be a nice escape from Long Island -- I'm really excited to visit California. The fact that I don't have a job, along with my parents resentment towards me for not having a job has resulted in me lying in bed for 6 or 7 hours at a time reading books and writing a lot of poetry, but usually on an every other day basis, the days i'm not doing that I've been trying to get out as much as I can, so that's been fun. However, last night, I definitely smoked way too much pot, but I have no regrets. I had a lot of fun at the same time. I feel as though I'm at a really difficult time in my life, I'm going to be a senior in college in september, and I really don't have plans for after I graduate. What sounds most appealing to me now is to get whatever shitty job by BA gets me, live in a house in Albany with a bunch of friends, have a lot of fun, commute to work by bike (because I definitely won't be able to afford a car anytime soon), and do a lot of writing and thinking. After a year or two of this I would like to go to grad school, but again, these plans can change at any time. I don't know why I'm writing this here, I guess because I'm already at the computer, and really had nothing else to do, but whatever. Thanks for reading.

burning eyes, green lies, silk ties

2005-05-12T12:25:02Z

ouch.
burns.
it.
again.
delerious
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
NO MORE!

it is a pretty steep cliff.
too early for filth, i tell you. i miss will times though they are gone now.
my memory isn't gone just yet. Kentucky is a far away state. Cigarette bowls.
Couch car bench. Melting goo who you in my mouth, that's who. beach blanket jacket.

i have three hours more
to go too like six more yesterday. 1.
2.
3.
4.
5.///
6.
7. CAFFeine caffEINE, THATS EINE
too much of that, resulted in today, i should have guessed, but shouldn't have had
too much of that, here i am. same as yesterday.
too much of that, kid.
8.
9.////
another year another year
10.
11.
12.
13./////// we will have a glass cofee table
too much of that, kid, alright? slowly watching leaves grow back on trees
alcohol fill up stomachs
my eyes turning red
in the mirror. wake up, kid.
we're almost home, yet, i say, kid
3.7 3.7 3.7 3.7 and i'm going to sit by the lake, just one last time. it's only four months, keep telling
yourself
yourself
play the guitar
do your laundry
get dressed
eat your breakfast
go to work
come home
watch tv
go to sleep
go to work
jerk off
cry cry
cry icy
cry yrc
repeat
uncanny
uncanny
photography pathology numerology -- we're all dead existentialists!
dead nihilists
dead diane arbus
blind partiotic semiotic sine wave.
walking back
smoke a joint
walking back
smoke a joint
when did home not feel like home
when did home become haunted
we're all going to die someday, kid, okay?

trees

2005-05-05T19:44:14Z

the trees were alive with sullen eyes
i looked into them
then they smeared a cream cheese
flavored smile into the earth
under the grass, and then i smoked
5 smoke rings for each albatross like burden
in this book i just got
$1 for unlimited cooleridge, byron, blake, wordsworth, & even shelly
forgetting how forgetful i was last time
i try so hard to foget who i was
on that night, on yester night and day
and yes i'm depressed and excited
living and dying while i'm living and dying
we're all trying to be someone that we're not
one day at a time one day at a time
you'll see someday you big ol' tree
that you in fact are a tree
this bus ride phenomena looking blue eyes
sunk into blue seats, envious enigma stained
blue jeans blue shirt blue dreams with white clouds
even though i know my life will soon be consumed in mulch
i fear very mulch, borrowing literary devices from none other
than you, mom, hey how are you anyway, don't work too hard
you'll have a painless vibrato speaker vibration death bed emancipation
emancipate and liberate yourself from all burecratic institutions
praise emerson and thoreau as you walk through the woods and sit by a stream
and try to forget about someone you thought you used to be

why

2005-04-12T05:18:30Z

am i even doing this
biking all week
eating free homecooked indian
and a learned lesson
i read 100+ pages all today
in one day, and getting in arguments at the park
over religion and i'm slowly cutting back
on pot and crazy deaf phone calls about pot
everying is about pot and language
poems, and painting 7 paintings in only 1 weekend
emerson haunts me, culture shock looks good
but more emerson and writing about browning browsky haunts me more
tim buckley is crazy
just like me - losing my mind!
ahh! what a weird trip, dude
everything is so strange, sometimes can't think
joe saying "hi honey" in the dimly lit dungeon light
and a smiling erection with 100 bucks for me to go on a camping
trip to the moon on shrooms-----weeeee!
i need to puke
i need to die
one or the other
one or the other
lets go get milkshakes!

i apologize.

2005-01-24T19:14:00Z

I'm going to be completely honest with you, honest about the reason that I decided to write in this journal:
I was going to the bathroom -- I heard one of my suitemates listening to Thursday. I'm serious. But really, is it any wonder that I associate Thursday with online journaling/blogging? It's absolutely fitting. Here is my thought process:
"haha, Thursday! Man! I haven't updated my livejournal in like a month!

But really, what am I even talking about? Do you even care? I also updated because I feel like I have some sort of obligation to fill my friends in on my life as it stands, but you know, if you're my friend, you probably know a lot about me, and if you wanted to know what was up at the moment you were thinking of me, I would hope that you would give me a call.

I really don't understand livejournal anymore, I feel so removed from this sort of online social life, and you don't have to remind me that I'm on myspace, trust me, I know. I was thinking of this thing, livejournal, and I don't know why I participate in the practice of sharing my thoughts and feelings in such a public forum. Keeping a journal was always, what I thought, supposed to be an intimate and personal activity. Livejournal has destroyed that activity for me over the past few years. However, as many of you know, I do keep a real journal again -- I started in like december 2003, I think, it felt so good -- it had been years since I physically wrote out my feelings on a piece of paper.

I guess from the perspective of a writer, this thing is fucking bullshit, what kind of exercise in writing is it giving you, except maybe keyboarding skills. So many thoughts and ideas expressed in my livejournal and many other peoples livejournals are completely contrived. So many things that I wrote about my social life are exaggerated, I feel like this journal made me try to be someone that I'm not. How can you speak truth when you know anyone can read what you're writing, and you know you're going to be judged by what you're writing. I feel like livejournal puts so many limits on journal writing, not for some people, but for me at least. It takes the freedom away from writing in a journal. Maybe this doesn't make sense to anyone, it does in my mind, but whatever. I really don't care anymore. My real goal is to try to disassociate myself from this garbage as much as I possibly can. If you would like to comment on this, don't, call or write a letter instead. thanks. Here is the last thing I'm going to tell livejournal about myself (hopefully): I'm an asshole, I smoke too much pot, I'm usually depressed, and I don't like very many people. Bye.

I can't sleep

2004-12-27T09:18:09Z

And I wrote this really long poem. I don't know why, but I feel like posting it on livejournal. You don't have to read it if you don't want to, but if you do, tell me what you think, I guess.

Bathroom Bordem

Brainstorm in the bright white
Bathroom -- bordem is red
If bright bathrooms are white
And if my pillow is red
Then what color are my blue
Tears tearing on the gray
Color filter spectrum
Many different spectrums
colors & emotions; colors & emotions
Repeat it with me
Now!
Try!

Try to decipher the decepticon
Decepting your perseption
Flea & dust mites might
destroy your precious hair
covered but still balding
scalp scalple scrape
The living fatty tissue
Tissues for blowing
Your fat nose all over
Your fat stomach

And when the water is hot
You erect the kingdom
Of pubic hair ash trays
To look inside the white
Turned yellow filter, back to color
filters, fritters, & spectrums
I knew this would be long
tedious, tuesday morning
till the three AM lightning strike
Striking on the clock
At a time that's just too early
And late to comprehensivley
Comprehend; the cigarettes
They turn teeth yellow
Creating tooth decay
I the doctory; thinking of the doctor
With the shape of an octagon.

Marijuana stinking; crack feeling
Green pages; eyebrow, eyelash
Sash the green eyelash
Over the tree green notebook
You killed that tree, asshole.

And if you kill a tree
I'll kill you
Kill the living fatty
Balding pizza party
Picasso over the moon
Smashing the Guernica
All over Van Gogh's
Nestling Night Cafe
How silly, huh, art history poetry lesson
While technology changes itself
Through animals oil paint
Paint that pulsates
Through my cow's pale white heart
How dare you, Picasso
Your paint permiates
The living oil, that is blood
Art is the destruction
And creation of life
A miracle, fetus's ascending
Through the wobbly womb
Covered in chocolate icy ice cream

Even after three years after
Who get a paycheck three years
later, are you serious?
Yes, are you? Well, fuck you.
Who doesn't like money filled
Cuban cigars, delicatley spiced
With okra & chik peas
All in the same silver palate
Of silver paint
Painting, painting, still painting
Still life's of still born's
trying to survive
Even as a still born
Good effort, people
Let's wrap it up, in a nutshell!

winter break update.

2004-12-26T22:06:39Z

Hey, what's up everyone? I'm feeling kind of sick. I think that I must have some kind of a sinus infection. Oh well, I had an alright christmas -- even though I don't care for the holidays very much. I didn't ask for anything, so my relatives just got me money and gift certificates and stuff. My parents got me a pretty sweet video camera. I didn't ask for that, but it was always something I wanted, but never asked for because I just assumed that it's much too expensive for a christmas gift. Now I can film everything, which is sweet. Aside from christmas and being sick; my winter break is turnnig out pretty sweet. I ended up doing good in school, I've been hanging out with great people almost every night, and i've been writing a lot of poetry, almost 2 poems a day, I've been eating a decent amount of indian food, and I'm also getting a lot of reading in, so far I only finished one book, but i'm hoping to finish like 2 or 3 more during the break. So far I feel like it's going to be a productive time off. Hopefully, on January 7th, me and a few friends are driving to rochester to visit Janna at school, so that should be fun. This is the first break that I'm actually looking foward to going back to school, which I would consider an accomplishment for myself, I finally feel like I don't need to be dependent on my parents. My classes are going to be real fun next semester, so that's another reason I look foward to going back. I can't really think of anything else to write, so I guess I'm going to go. Peace.

this is becoming a bad habit.

2004-11-13T19:55:42Z

My third livejournal entry in the month of November. Possibly it's because I've been bored lately, reason being, it's so cold outside -- and I can't go ride my bike. Even if it wasn't cold I couldn't ride my bike, the pedal fell off when I was riding it to the albany critical mass. Don't even ask how that happened. I still have my bmx bike, but it's so painful to ride that thing for a long distance. I remember when I was younger and I was able to ride a bmx bike anywhere. Now if I try to sit down on one of those things my knees almost hit me in the face when I pedal it. I made myself temphe this morning in my wok -- I was trying to avoid having to go to the dining hall at all costs. It came out really shitty though, it burned a little -- I also put too much soy sauce on it, and it tasted really disgustingly salty. This school is really good a making it impossible to be vegan on the weekends. Frankly, I'm really getting sick of it. Even after the school scheduled a vegan/vegetarian focus group -- where a lot of people came and showed support, complained about how there is nothing to eat, and gave tons of great suggestions. I really feel like my body is going through atrophy or something sometimes.

I'm not homesick, but I would really just like to go home. I can't wait till thanksgiving break, which is only about a week and a half away. I don't really miss home, I just need a break from school, I have so many things to do before this semester is over, so I just try not to think about it, but sometimes that doesn't really work. I'm also really looking foward to Winter break, especially since I'm going on tour with empty silos echo war. I hope that goes well. Jeremy did come visit me last weekend, we had a really good time. Jeremy finally got his bag of cd's that he left in some bar in boston. The bag smelled like disgusting cigars, then we ate at the grasshopper and it was so fucking amazing. We were going to explore Boston for a little while, but we decided against it, I guess we both didn't have the patience, that city is so fucking agrivating. Nothing makes sense when you're trying to drive around there, to me at least. I saw that movie "The Incredibles" last night. It was actually really good. I was kind of reluctant to see it, it was playing in the mall, and I hate being in malls, and it was more expensive than seeing a movie in the spectrum, but I really think this movie was worth it.

So, I wasn't too crazy about this critical writing class that I'm taking, but I have definitely changed my mind. Believe it or not, I actually look foward to going to it, the professor is kind of like ryan andrews, only in the way that he's a bit of a space cadet. I also like him because he's sparked my interest in poetry, we had to read this book of poems by this lady named Bernadette Mayer, it's absolutely incredible. I think she's one of my favorite poets next to Sylvia Plath. I think I'm addicted to writing. I don't mean in this livejournal, what I mean is I've been writing everyday, mostly short stories, a little poetry here and there, but some of the stuff I'm coming up with is pretty fucking sweet. This summer I'm definitely going to try to write a novel, whenever I get time I usually brainstorm for different ideas, I can't seem to come up with a good one yet.

I have to go to a museum when I go home to do a paper for my modern art class. I'm probably just going to end up going to the met. If you would like to go with me, leave a comment, it would be nice to go with company, and I promise you, we'll have a good time. On the subject of art and art history, I decided against taking that class "Art and Life"; it sounded really bad. Instead I'm taking "The Art of American Silent Film", which sounds sweet, and will be a much better way to bring my art history minor to an end. After next semester I'll be finished with my minor, and one class away from finishing my major, and one class away from finishing all of my general education requirements. This means that my senior year is going to have to be all electives, i.e. university credits. That will probably suck. I might as well do something I'm interested in, so if this school lets me I might just do a second minor in Womens Studies.

As far as this weekend goes, I have to finish reading about 150 more pages of this book called "Bitter Fruit" and then I have to write a 5 page paper on it. One of my friends is having a party on empire commons tonight. I told him I was going to go, but I'm a tad bit apprehensive -- I don't like parties very much, especially when there are a lot of people that I don't know there. I think I'll just go anyway, I'm sure it will be a lot of fun. If you actually read this, I sincerely thank you, and I hope you have a great day.

Fuck

2004-11-03T16:02:03Z

Yo, we are so fucked right now. I hope everyone that voted for Bush understands what he has the power to do now that he's the president for another 4 years. Especially since he doesn't have to worry about getting re-elected. I'm so frightened. I hate this country so much.

Since I'm too lazy to write out a real reaction to this whole thing -- I'm linking you to my friend tom's journal so you can read his

If you notice...

2004-11-02T06:49:24Z

I'm currently relaxed. When I'm relaxed I like to make lists. So here's an update in list format:

1. After a lot of thinking -- I've decided to vote for Ralph Nader. I feel like it's a good vote to cast in New York. Kerry is going to win New York anyway, so it's not like I have to worry about giving a vote to Bush or something. Last night I spent a lot of time researching Nader's website. I don't know. I hate Kerry so much, I would feel just as disgusted with myself if I voted for Kerry as if I voted for Bush. Democrats and Republicans are the same after all.

2. The Albany Student Press printed this article I wrote in response to this stupid article about how these dumb freshman rioted over that yankee and red sox game. Unfortunately they published the shittier article I wrote. After I wrote it, I realized there were a few mistakes, and sent in a revised copy. I guess I didn't make it in time.

3. I was going to shave my beard and lose the bet I had going with Jeremy. It was starting to get tangled and becoming extremely painful. Instead of giving in -- I started to shampoo and condition my beard and comb it while in the shower. It worked really well. It's enhanced the feeling of having a beard by 100%, well, maybe not that much.

4. One of my english professors saw me riding my bike today, but by the time I noticed him and gave him a wave "hello" he already turned his head with a look of disapointment on his face. So I feel bad about that.

5. Lately I've been downloading massive amounts of jazz albums off of soul seek.

6. I think I decided that I definitely want to go to Tokyo next fall. I'm going to have to work on the whole application process over winter break.

7. Jeremy might be coming to visit me this weekend. So that should be sweet.

8. I can't wait to go home for Thanksgiving. My mom is making me a vegan pumpkin pie :)

... the end.

life is crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2004-10-18T17:16:46Z

Hey, I have to make this quick -- I have a class in thirty minutes. Seriously, though, life is crazy, sometimes I can't handle it. Take that however you want. I have two midterms tomorrow; one of which I'm actually prepared for. I have to write the craziest paper!!!!! It's due on monday! It's okay, man, life is still pretty sweet, I'm trying not to use technology as much anymore. Three of my friends and I have been using paper communications as of late. If you want to be pen pals with me, let me know! Send me your address! I love writing letters.

I love sleeping so much more now!!! It's crazy, I was drunk on wine so I fixed up my room and the end result is I don't have bunk beds anymore. Yo, Bunk beds fucking suck!! especially on the top bunk. ugh, I love reading/studying/writing on my bed, and it's so annoying to have a bunk bed, cause like, sometimes you have to go pee -- and it turns into this huge ordeal. So I'm glad that's over with. I'm glad I have an iPod. It's sweet to listen to music every second of the day. seriously. I need to download some more music, though, I haven't been on top of that like I usually am.

I'm feeling really lazy/out of shape, I think I'm going to go swimming later today. If you don't swim, you really should. It's really fun, and you feel so good after you do it, I swear. haha! I can't beleive i'm telling people to swim, what's wrong with me -- you should ride your bike too! fill up your bike tires, go for a bike ride! hurry! it's going to snow soon!

Oh yeah, last week my friend john greenfield interviewed mr. mike watt of the minutemen on his radio show. That guy is so sweet, I had the pleasure of being in the car when we drove him to his show downtown. Mike Watt is really smart, there's a discrepancy over wheather his brain is frrriiieeedd from doing so many drugs, probably. But who knows, maybe he just sees life in a whole new light because he almost died, I don't know. I think theres also a discrepancy over how to spell discrepancy (did i spell that right?)

So my schedule for next semester is going to be sweet, here is my proposed schedule:
Ralph Waldo Emerson with none other than my favorite english professor, branka arsic!

American Literature from 1920 - the present, where we will be reading novels by chuck palahniuk

Art and life - who knows? but i like the professor teaching it, and i'll be done with my art history minor when it's over.

Intro to feminism - i'm still not sure about this, it's taught by students, i might just take an english elective, but i have to decide by thursday....

The oceans - ok, so i need another natural science gen ed, and who wouldn't want to learn about the oceans? I don't know, but you have to be crazy if you don't!!!!!!!!

Yo, MF Doom is so fucking ill!!!!

I like October

2004-10-05T05:41:25Z

I really do. The weather starts getting cooler. Halloween is in October, I think Halloween is a really fun holiday. I felt like I grew out of Halloween for awhile, in high school I would proclaim that I was "too cool" for Halloween. But no, I'm not, I don't think anybody is too cool for anything. My friend John found a little girls notebook in the dumpster. I'm trying to write a short story about it. I really like it so far. I only have two and a half pages, I'm trying to think of how I can develop it into a much longer story. Maybe I'll post it on here when I finish writing it, but probably not. I'm really shy when it comes to other people reading my work. I guess it's something I'll have to get over. I let two people read what I have so far, and they liked it.

My weekend was really fun, it's the first weekend I stayed here in two weeks. I like it here more and more every weekend. There is a lot to do. I especially like hanging out in the woods by the lake. On saturday, me, joe, john, john, and mackie went into the radio station at 2am -- we put on a very special show, hosted by me. I already have a fan. He called as soon as the DJ before we went on said that he was handing the show over to "DJ Frank the Bear". He said that he's seen me at parties, but I didn't know him. I think that's very strange. I don't really know why either. I just do.

I think that I will be studying abroad in the Fall 2005 semester. I've been doing a lot of research. I either want to go to Spain or Italy, maybe even Japan. There is a school in Tokyo that looks like it would be right for me. You can take all of your classes in english, and you can take one basic japanese class. I think being in Tokyo for a semester would be more interesting than being in a european country. But I'd really like to go to Europe. It's going to be a hard decision. I watched the presidential debate.... It was really funny. But when I was done laughing, I began to think about it more. I think I'm really frightened. I think that I don't have to tell you why. It's getting late now, so I'm going to go to sleep. Goodnight.

frankisbear @ 2004-09-27T09:54:00

2004-09-27T14:16:16Z

This weekend, just like last weekend, I neglected the fact that I had work to do -- and I went to the city. Last weekend I was going to see Fly Pan Am, but apparently one of the members fell off a ladder, so they had to cancel the first part of their tour. It's okay, though, I still had a lot of fun. Wednesday, I got to hang out on long island with christine, ryan howe, and weedhall, AND joe was there too. Weedhall left me a text message that said "yo, we got a dank ass nugget" then on thursday I hung out in the city and joe got me two free tubes from the bike store. Then later that night I hung out with ryan andrews -- we walked down the streets in the worst neighborhoods of brooklyn(i think) with a 40 in a paper bag. It was sweet. Ryan also slammed his finger in a door, then I slept at the fascist regime that is cooper union, where it took us an hour to get me signed in as a guest. I don't even want to get into details.

The next morning I went to purchase to visit jeremy, and i had a really good time there. Then came this weekend, I saw do make say think, and it was amazing. afterwards, i rode bikes with joe and john around manhattan until 5am. The next day we ate at the dumpling place in chinatown, i bought a lot of records, and we saw the brown bunny! and it was really good Oh yeah, on tuesday I saw Chuck Palahniuk, he read "Guts" and it was awesome, only one person passed out, and a few left the room. Um, i don't really want to write anymore, but heres some pictures.

oh yeah, and i got a big box of tofu for really cheap!!!!

back to school subject, i guess.

2004-09-08T19:22:13Z

Yo! What's up, yall! I know I haven't typed out a real entry since May, but I'm going to give it a try. I've been back at SUNY ALbany for a little over a week, and let me tell you, the wine flows like water. You'd think I'm rooming with JC himself, seriously though, we're living large with the wine.

Anyway, in a weeks time I have acquired about 20 new albums thanks to soul seek. Something I can't do while I'm home. All of my classes are really sweet, even though I have a lot of stuff to do. I'm already getting a lot out of them. The science library took me back, so I'm working there monday, wednesday, and sunday.

I'll be traveling back downstate within the next two weeks. On Wednesday the 15th I'm going to nyc to see fly pan am! Then I'll be taking the train to long island! Then after that I'm going to purchase. Then! On Friday the 24th I'm going to the city again to see do make say think, and the next day I'll probably be seeing the brown bunny! Yo, i'm seeing fly pan am and do make say think in the same month, life is about to be real good.

In other news -- Joseph pants is teaching me how to ride bmx. It's so fun, his friend sold me a bike for a really sweet deal. On monday we rode some huge concrete pool in the middle of the woods. I can almost grind on ledges too. Joe and I are also going to have our own radio show in the coming months. So i'll let you know when to tune in. This entry is long enough, so I'm going to go. bye!!!

frankisbear @ 2004-08-30T01:30:00

2004-08-30T05:35:01Z

hi.

2004-08-05T01:14:34Z

Okay. So, I kind of forgot about this journal over the summer. Which is definitely a good thing. I've been having a lot of fun. I've had the chance to meet many new friends. I'm going back to college on August 28th -- I look foward to it. I hope everyone had a nice summer. Let me know, okay? bye.

end of school/summer

2004-05-04T22:52:46Z

Okay. Today was my last day of classes. The official last day is tomorrow, but I just have to hand a paper in. All I have left is three final exams and one 8 page paper about whatever I want to write concerning literature I've read this semester. I think I'm going to work with Jeremy and Evan this summer -- picketing outside of a grocery store to try and get it to unionize. It will probably be really boring, workers will probably yell and spit on us, and the owner will probably hire people to beat us up with baseball bats. But the way I see it is I get paid $8 an hour to stand around talking to Jeremy and Evan. I'll probably get a nice sun tan while I'm at it, too. I'm going to work at the summer school as well. I hope I have enough time to read a lot of books. My life is really boring, but I feel bad when Sarah instant messages me and asks me to update my journal. I told you I have nothing interesting to say, Sarah! Anyway, enough about me. How is everyone else doing? Let me know. thanks.