Happy to End.

Well, the two day vactaion in Edisto was really nice. I finally got to wake board for the first time and I can actually do pretty well for a kinda "first timer." It was more fun being on the raft going really fast and being lobbed up and down on the waves. The beach house was fairly nice too, we; Christopher Micheal Coon and Conrad George Brown, got so smashed that I tried to fuck with a hawk... Eating a squirrel. Ah'. Good times. The show I played, Tola's going away-party was awsome too. Though I don't really remember most of it, I do remember having a little conversation with an olde' time friend. Infact today, the first day of school, I saw him and we got to sit and talk before our classes. I miss that kid. He told me about the awsome Daft Punk show and the after party. God. That after party sounded sooo fucking cool. Montreal, go figure. I'm no, big, fan of Canada, but sounds like a fun place.
Last night, Sunday, I got to play music with my friend Preston's roommates. Who are all totally "dude-bra," kids. They enjoyed my drumming so much that they decided that I shouldn't be kicked out but the rest of the people that came with me should. It's sooo sad how stupid the "group-segregations" are here. I think that's the only thing I like about N.Y. Is that it's so multi-culture that you can be anything and still be friends with the least-likely.... Eh'. Go figure, it's the fucking opitomy of south. It's called SOUTH Carolina. Sheesh.
Anyways, I have an ass load of work, that doesn't even envolve school, to do in the next five days.
Work. Help move. School. Work. Work. Play Juanita Greenburg's. It's going to be an "awsome," week. Is anybody else tired?