my cat wears a chicken hat

man, this all seems so much more serious now that i'm back in the states. should it? i don't know, but i suppose it shouldn't matter, not one bit.

anyway, i'm jumping back on that horse.

i'm not sure if it's just senior year melancholy or life events that have taken place since school started, but i have been down in the dumps, for a little bit. after reading the first chapter of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, however, i re-realized that shit man, it's all on me to fix myself! jaja. oh dear, oh life. it's good. but now i've lost my motorcycle manual...

yesterday i picked up this softball-sized bright green thing that fell off a tree in front of the tuscaloosa news. it looks like brains and it smells very nice. i do not know what it is.