My Pockets Hurt.

So I only have three classes this semester and they're all pretty enjoyable and easy. Yet, this week I have five projects to do and my brain is about to commit suicide. If it doesn't, I plan on stabbing it with a Q-tip. I don't think I have been this stressed out since I've been here at UIC. I think I'm getting a taste of what my girlfriend Rhoda has to deal with EVERY week. villiage people... Still no computer though. I'm a crumby dumby gumby and I forgot to bring home the recovery CD for my 'puter. Survivor this week! Huahh! HOOO-AHHHH I say. Peace, love and punk rawk.

No Compy!!

My computer is being a buttmunch. Buttmunch say you? Yessireee, a buttmunch. There is something wrong with one of my drives. So, I must wipe it. Wipe it clean. Wipe it 'til it's chappy. Soon I will have vengance! Speaking of vengance, I will probably be posting a Star Wars movie I created in my time based visual art class soon. So...WATCH OUT! Seriously, watch out...behind you...there's...a thing...with hair...and a prod of some sort...about to swarm you...with a wave of babies.

Beginning

The first post. If you view my profile, it's not a picture of me, it is a picture of Reese Roper. We're basically the same person so I deemed it leagal to say he is me. I'll eventually get a picture of myself there. So how's it going? Me too, that sux don't it? So when are you gonna get it waxed off? I'd do it sooner if I were you.