I hate summer...

I know that makes everyone mad, but its true. I had forgotten this until reminded by P, yesterday. For the last few weeks everyone(which is to say, BBA and my Dad) have been asking me what is wrong? I honestly have had no idea, I just felt inexplicably blue. Not, by nature, a particularly introspective lad, I have vacillated between being mystified and apathetic as to the cause of my mood. So when P said "Dude, you hate summer." I went "Oh, yeah. I hate summer."
Some how just knowing why I feel bad, makes me feel better.

Quick list of things I also hate at this moment.

• The Spurs
• The Refs
• The people tearing down Otterbutt's house.
• The citrus agri-corps who are killing all the bees(I read about this on David Byrne's blog but I am to lazy to look it up right now.)

And the Jazz totally choked last night, but it has been a great season, and next year will be better. Go Jazz!!!

That's all.

Update: Here is a link to Byrne's post. And here is another article about said bee problem.

Something in the air...Part 2

Brothers and Sisters(or xsils who are probably the only people who read this) I'm tellin ya. Springtime and the babies are goin crazy over Chancelot...WTF!?! Even BBA is shocked. I'm laughing my ass off. Like Jimi said..

My red is so confident that he flashes trophies of war and
Ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring,
But very unsteady for the first go round
My yellow in this case is not so mellow
In fact Im trying to say its frigthened like me
And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from, eh,
Giving my life to a rainbow like you
But, Im eh , yeah, Im bold as love
Yeah, yeah
Well Im bold, bold as love (hear me talking, girl)
Im bold as love
Just ask the axis (he knows everything)
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Heading to the Bees opener tonight. Thirsty thursday, they raised the ticket price and the beer price... Bastards. Anyway I think I should change the name of this blog to Memo from the Seventh East Office.