Love loves to love love.

These tall, thin cells absorb much of the sunlight that enters the leaf. In these cells are many chloroplasts that a plant needs to make sugar. The veins of a leaf contain its xylem and phloem. Water and minerals enter the leaf through the xylem.
I just loaded up some music on my school issued Ibook, and getting ready to shoulder in to second quarter grades.

Project Winter Slay...

Oh, yes. I am pretty excited about this winter break, as long as the gumption sustains. I'm planning to convince my brother-in-law that gore-core metal can't slay as mutch as we could if we were in a winter band project. If he turns me down, I may have to sustain the project solo style--instrumental may be as far as it gets. If anyone would like to make a guest appearance, get that cock out.

"...violated by existence from behind."

The next break is what I work for. I'm getting pretty sick of it. I really want to get a tattoo right now to make me feel and isolate me from my progression as of late.
Love,
The Will

A quesadilla and 3, 4, 5 ,6 Beers

Sorry, but at 25, I still complain about my parents. That's ok, Tim Kinsella's mom breast-fead him 'till he was 4.
Joe-3cm, just before deffication. Again, sorry...and sorry. I went to see Make Believe last night with one Joseph Mains, and two: Matt Fahy. It's always is good to seeee them. Sam stood still so he could play with an intense face. Tim told tales-tenaciously traversed Twain's talents, too. Tim asked: Does anyone have anything to say? All the lovers could come up with was: I love everything that comes out of your penis and your ass. I will finish six beers to hold true to the title. Fuckabees.
Love,
Paul

"Anyway, I'm sort of glad they've got the atomic bomb invented.

"If there's ever another war, I'm going to sit right the hell on top of it. I'll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will." -Holden Caufield, Catcher in the Rye.
We had two tricker treaters. Given the lack of creativity that was probably used to compile their costumes, I should have given them toothpaste, or something to the likes. Franny cries, and I have to get ready for other people's children.
Love,
Paul

Popeye Eyes and Squinty Skies

I always hope it goes smooth when I do number two, but when you hope in the context of terds it always comes out stinky. Our plumbing isn't doing so good right now as it is, and a tonka-dunk just throws another wrench in it.
The week after the fall break was pretty depressing. I spent a lot of time with friends and was getting pretty used to seeing Frances during the day so much.
I have a "formal observation" on Monday, so I better get crackin'.

Quiet Please

With taco sause on my school issued cheeseburger, and a roomfull of lunch-detention regulars, I will say it over and over again. We've formed this comfortably awquard relationship, viz., me laughing at their jokes when I'm not supposed to. And, I let them say "crap" freely. Lunch is over...

Like GODSPELL was for Jesus

I'm waiting for my next parent to walk in and have a pow wow about their bright urchins conduct. Sixth graders are sly...they are sneaking little slys. Most will deny every ill accusation to the bare bones. And, they like MANGA (working at Borders has earned me that little bit of info about current styles in literature). Man, and they think they are the COOLEST.
Along with beanie babies and soap novels, manga is the smelly fart of psuedo culture. I fart a lot too, though; this is my only creative expression that's going down right now. Parent walking in....

the science of sixth grade

The education of Avondale Elementary School disctrict just got a little feistier-I am now an emergency certified educator. I've actually been in this class since school kicked off this year, but only as a long-term substitute. Although, an emergency certified teacher is just three steps up the fake teacher ladder from long-term sub.
Sorry for such a lame post, but not much has been going on...other than Frances being freaking cute and shit. there are more pictures at: www.flickr.com/photos/franfranny/.

Doomed Terd

I remember when I was five: there was a Payless my family frequented for nutcrackers and such things- the same payless that I would thieve a hotweels car from three years later. I had waited until poop was peaking out of my sphincter to tell my dad that I needed to go. Walking up the yellowish hallway to the toilets we all know about in Payless, a terd dropped and my dad picked it up with his solitary, calllllused hand and carried it to it's doom.
I can't wait for those moments.
Frances Elliot Chapman: 7lbs. and some change, 20 inches long. Born to squallor August 28th, 2006, 4:43 am.

Put on your gumption

I'm about 100 pages or so from the end of Ulysses. The last 23 of those leafs are as periodless as a tight testical school boy. I need to hit it harder if I want to stick to my goal of finishing before baby girl Chapman is birthed, which is closer than I think, I feel. In the words of my father-in-law, Papa Jim, "Oh, help me wizzard."

the light becometh dark

clouds have been rolling in, and rolling back out again.