So I realized that I haven't posted for a while, and felt that I should.  The only problem is that I have almost nothing to talk about.  I guess I'll just make this up as I go along.  This is probably going to be dumb, so feel free not to read it.

What is new in the life of John Walsh?

Hmm.....

what's new?

WHAT is new?

What IS new?

What is NEW?

I have a big welt on my back that is beginning to bruise because Caleb threw a tiny pumpkin at me as hard as he could.

I now have a myspace.   http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=125112495   I held out long enough.  It is now innevitable.  I think it's a shame that we have to join these online groups to remember that we like who we like.  I mean it's a real shame that we can't even remember our best friend's cell phone numbers, but instead click on their name in our cellphones.  I remember numbers pretty well though, and I try to make it a point to think about them often enough to commit them to memory.  Cassaro's is 832-868-1247.  Caleb's is 237-9034.  Ryan's 220-6600.  Shawn's is 655-5351.  Kody's 469-8568.  Daniel Kelly's is 230-6084.

All I'm saying is that technology has brought us to the point of inconvenience by being too convenient.  

Think about it.  You can't even remember your friends phone number.  7 goddamn digits.  We have iPods.  I have an iPod.  iPods are great for the vast amount of music they can store but shitty for the same reason.  The whole generation these things have created now look at pieces of music in a different way.  We are now trained to listen to only one song off an album, or buy songs one at a time.  That sucks.  Any album worth its weight is worth listening too in one sitting.  I have a whole shitload of music on my iPod that I have listened to once.  What would Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Miles Davis or John Coltrane say about a generation of music fans that only know the three songs on a band's myspace, yet claim to be fans.  

Fuck that.

I kind of got off on a tangent there, but that's just the kind of post this is. 

This is what happens when no planning or foresight go into these kinds of things.  It's like a freejazz solo.  It's got its highs and lows, rises and falls, climaxes and builds.  And then out of nowhere a new instrument comes in and the whole mood changes.

For those of you that don't know, I got a new tattoo.  It's the Hunter S. Thompson "Gonzo" logo.  It's on my left forearm.  I do not have a picture (sad face.)

THE HOODLUM CIRCUS will be performing tomorrow night at the Theta Chi's Second Annual "Rock Out With Your Cock Out"  Fundraiser.  $5 for 5 bands and all the fried chicken you can eat.  Leave a comment if you have any questions.  Be there or be a shape with four ninety degree angles and four sides of the exact length.  AND I'M NOT TALKIN' RHOMBUS!

Me and Matthew were talking about something, a serious issue that I think should be looked into.

The advantages of ejaculating confetti rather than semen.

1.  Women would be more easily talked into a face shot.
2.  Festive.
3.  Friends wouldn't get mad if you threw it at them, or put it in their drinks.
4.  Cheap party decoration.
5.  Parades would be much funner, as it would now (of course) be legal to masturbate at parades.

Jesus I'm dumb. 

I have the most irrational fears out of anyone I've ever met ever, besides maybe Caleb (who checked out a novel from the library set in New Orleans a week after Katrina hit, and almost had a panic attack because he thought the librarian might deem him insensitive.) 

Yesterday was our first assignment in my digital photography course.  The way the assignments are set up is, you take ten pictures a week on a given subject and then burn them to a CD and we go through everyone's pictures in class.  I was terrified that somehow during the night before, someone had replaced the CD of the pictures I took with a CD that had ten pictures of my penis on it.