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I go to the Rochester Institute of Technology in the shithole of Rochester NY. Let me know if you go there so I can beat you up.

I look like a total badass now, see.

I'm still working on Robot Factory, sort of.

I'm majoring in Computer Science, AKA, being taught retarded shit in Python, like seriously, Python?

I really like music, I camped outside 10 hours to get Bob Dylan tickets and was first in line, that's just how cool I am, cooler than you probably.

You must leave now,
take what you need,
you think will last.
But whatever you wish to keep,
you better grab it fast.
Yonder stands your orphan with his gun,
Crying like a fire in the sun.
Look out the saints are comin' through
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
The highway is for gamblers,
better use your sense.
Take what you have gathered from coincidence.
The empty-handed painter from your streets
Is drawing crazy patterns on your sheets.
This sky, too, is folding under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
All your seasick sailors,
they are rowing home.
Your empty handed armies,
are all going home.
Your lover who just walked out the door
Has taken all his blankets from the floor.
The carpet, too, is moving under you
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.
Leave your stepping stones behind, something calls for you.
Forget the dead you've left,
they will not follow you.
The vagabond who's rapping at your door
Is standing in the clothes
that you once wore.
Strike another match, go start anew
And it's all over now, Baby Blue.

That's it for now, maybe I'll blog more, but seriously I get laid more than you so suck it.

Oh and I might be getting a new guitar and amp later today, an Ibanez RG5EX1 and Fender Mustang II amp, cause deaf kids are suckers for tremolo and love listening to music way too loud.

And yes I'm still depressed about my ex leaving me and casual sex with other women doesn't help much so don't psychoanalyze me or I'll kill you.