The hell is up with all this goodness?

THE HELL?!

I just finished having the best weekend ever and now I gotta finish some dumb ole' sketch for Life Drawing class?
The fuck, man.

Anywho, I twittered my ass off (but not even as much as I really should have), I played motherfuckin' football (flag football, but football nonetheless) on a battle of the sexes, I got back together with the radio team, I helped people with their issues of relationships, art queries, politics, genital issues, etc., I saw "Funny Games", "The Powerpuff Girl's Movie" and "Taxi Driver" for the first awesome times, I went out eating lobster with my mom and dad and girl who should be a friend (Krystal the Christian as I refer to her because that's her explaination for talking to me), I talk some crazy bullshit, saw Henry Rollins on Thursday and Nick Swardson on Friday.

All this and I'm not nearly done with this school year.
OH HELL NAW I AIN'T.

I found the mustard to ask Sir Swardson for an interview after a show with a made up press-pass. I wanted my school radio to have an interview or if it wasn't recorded than the school paper. I somehow kept at it and swung it. I'm waiting on the reply from his e-mail with baited breath. This has the distinct chance of not working out but hey, it was worth the shot, right?

Rollins. HOLY INTENSE SHIT.
Every subject was lobotomized by this dude.
After the show, he chastised some philanderer who missed the show but showed up to the "poetry reading" for not letting him get to his long line of autograph signées.
"I gave you my time but as you can see there are a lot of people here that I have to talk to"
"Yeah, so when are you comin' back to-"
"Did you hear what I just said, sir? Now I am trying to be pleasant but please do not let me resort to violence."
(the other guy dissolves)
"Thank you." (Goes back to writing and chattin' it up with the fans)

Got an e-mail from him too:
Drepants, thanks man. Keep filling the notebooks. Henry

I'm so fucking pleased as mothafuckin' punch.

I need sleep but THAT IS FOR THE WEAK.
Going to finish this fucking bone shit if it kills me.
Life drawing can suck a big hefty one.

OH I promised to Tyrone that I would not only make a blogger website for him but also get him an interview with my radio as well as play his songs on there. I'm obligated to help out whenever I can.