J.L.

Good morning college education.  Ca va?

Welcome class to English 121.  My name is Your Teacher.  Today is just going to be syllabus and introduction.  Lets start with some background on myself and then we'll dive into you all!

I attended this college for this many years and still have yet to achieve a degree other than a B.A. in English.  Guess this is what you do with one.

Now, each of you introduce yourself and then list the name of every person before you that said, "Hello."

"Jessica."
"Ely, and this is my friend Jessica."
"Diana, this is Ely and Jessica."

Then naturally the class offers its students who really shine, idiotically.

"There is no way i'll be able to remember all of the names before me!" - #1

"You can write down the list as it gets larger, front of the room" - Your Teacher

"Why would I write it down if there is no chance of remembering them all in the first place?" -#1

"My name is Sebastian.  Your Teacher, I can list them all back words and their schools."

Curious?

Please, do the world a favor.  Lets live off the first challenge, better yet, lets just elaborate on the concept.  Try and limit your FaceBook time, learn the names of individuals that you see each day as opposed to those you'll never see.  Real life destroys pictures, learn to live, not vicariously.

There are so many interesting people with concepts, ideas, activities, and motivations that may work to inspire you as some have me into learning and bettering who I am - who you can be.
It takes time though, so be patient, live sarcastically, and love honestly.

Finally, don't be a stranger.  Smile, say hello, ask how they are and properly reply to their theoretical question of how you are with the correct English phrasing, "I'm doing well, thank you."

Think Of Me

Jesus, time consumes drugs quickly.  Thirty minutes into a codeine binge your head starts itching as though lice, dandruff, and mosquitos all just piled on your head.  So, naturally, the solution is to knock out the desire to scratch mentally.  But as an aid, three shots from an ice luge containing Jacky Daniels and three bowls of dankidy dank usually end up joining the fun.

Hello cocktail.

Finally the itching subsides and is replaced with a cunning inability to stand upright.  So first impressions are taken from anytime ventures, to only being safe AFTER getting up.  Stability is found slower - now things get interesting.  Standing, you help the host keep unsure guests from leaving.

"I really don't think I want to drink, I'll just head home so I'm not a downer." - Guest #1

"No, stay!  There are two kegs, handles of liqure, a pool, a dj and this is my going away rave - grab some glow sticks Guest #1 and stay." - Host

"I really don't know, there is a lot on my..." - Guest #1

"You know Hopkins did a study on weather or not you're going to drink tonight.  Its completely made up but there is research to back up the facts.  Hello Guest #1 its nice to meet you.  My name is Sebastian."  - You

Solid work friend.  The codeine, beer, Jack, and Dank all have you thinking as though you were king of the world.  And the timing of the situation was clutch - already standing.

Too bad drugs end up letting you down.  Ten minutes into the session, "Mission: Keep Guest #1 At House for Host," news comes that you have to leave yourself.

Peace.

A clock tells you that the codeine you took at 7 is wearing off.  Its midnight.  Two more bowls to the face, some HD soccer on a flat panel and taco bell.  Good ending to a night.  If only sleep would ever come and grace the night with its glorious ending.

Hello cocktail.
Good bye sanity.

Wake up fully in love.  Just like every other morning.

What It Be

Not to be sneaky or anything, but hello Lydia.

Personally, large fan of facebook.  My new iPhone allows me to kick it anywhere while stalking thousands of people who are friends.  God only knows that without it my friend base would shrink a thousand fold.  Regardless, it grants access for everyone to everything.  Based on a study that doesn't exist, but has solid references, 80% of FaceBook users only block their parents from viewing pictures, wall posts, or stati; this leaves the rest of your friends with full view of anything and everything electronically you.  Oh, privacy.

Maybe politicians are right to say private property doesn't exist.  Thats too charged of a thought, read on.

This should lighten the mood: Tunes!

Step back to reality, all that FaceBook truly offers is an escape.  There goes gravity.  I pose a challenge.  Sit on a computer writing a paper for a solid hour.  Type, research, and spell check but stay off FaceBook.  Using your Droid, iPhone, BlackBerry, or any other means of FaceBook counts as cheating.  And nobody likes a cheater - Scott Pilgrim is proof...so is Caroline Stephens.

With school starting, books opening, and brains still not functioning I do believe a worthy challenge to have been laid out for you.  Can you survive the lack of creeping?

Salutations