You were almost a Jill - sandwich!

I've worked seven days a week for the last two months straight, and i'm finally burnt out. All I want to do now is quit, play with chums, and go to bed at a reasonable hour. Let's play for now.

"Just remember that Alex, for future reference"
"Right, until I build that time machine, for future reference"

This is my favorite picture of Raider.


It was titled: "Raider (hungry and stoned)"

Charlie took me home early on saturday morning to check on him. He was breathing heavy when we arrived. We opened up the front door to let him outside, and he took his time getting up. He stumbled to the side walk and lay down again. We tried to give him his medicine but he wouldn't take it. After Charlie got ahold of the vet he came outside with me, he kept looking worse. He began to roll onto his side, with his head in Charlie's lap. He choked out his last breathe and went limp in Charlie's arms. September 1st, 9:45 am.







He was just laying there waiting for us. His food from yesterday was still out, and so were the toys he had played with friday. My parents were up north for the weekend. I stayed at Charlie's for three nights in a row, because I could stand being at home without you. I couldn't keep it together being in the house by myself. I'll never forget you.

It's been 11 months since the last time I've written anything. Everything was going pretty awesome until about a week ago, but few humans have been around lately.

I miss a lot of old things, I found some of my old cd's the other day. Going to shows was way more awesome when it wasn't just a fraction of your best friends coming with you, and when bands that played were less shitty.

All I want to do this summer is take pictures and go to shows, just like before.

Eric and I went to detroit metro yesterday to see Ian and his fellow soldiers off before they went to south carolina. We were there from eleven until three o'clock. Afterwards we went over to Ray's where I left Eric to go to work, where they only kept me there for a half hour anyway.

It was mostly a lot of gay bull shit all day, but there was some excellent news. I met up with my friend Derrek and he introduced me to an artists communinity. I showed them my portfolio, and they liked it. They told me that if I can produce something on a larger scale of the same caliber, they'd consider putting it up for display at gallery in november.

I've been working on designs just about all day, and it's gotten me pumped as hell.

I've gotten back into the groove of being with my old chums and everything has been most excellent. I've been going out and about with dan almost every night, painting pictures with zach and pat, taking pictures with eric and ian, meeting up with assortments of humans for dinner and staying out late every fucking night.

Much to my dismay, I miss all of my slightly younger chums like crazy every day, but hopefully i will be seeing them soon. I believe my parents may be leaving the house to charles and i for the weekend, and if so we may enjoy the company of a few humans and such, as done so many times before, but nothing is set for sure.

Much more adventures are to ensue shortly i do believe. Ray comes back from japan next week, i'm going on a chicago adventure, and i must find trains to be trespassed.

~Alex

Everything is all done for real now, and I still need to register for school.

Thanks to everyone who showed up at my party, it was quite the spectacular occasion, I made enough dollars to purchase quite a few necessary provisions, as well as perhaps one the most thoughtful gift I've ever recieved, one pound and three ounces of kool-aid magic twist. Thank you very much noa and nicole.


Today is the dawn of a new day.

Last night was the all night party, to which I enjoyed my self quite well. I kicked a lot of ass, but I didn't get a tatoo, or my fortune read or things of that sort, but a spectacular show was put on. It got out at 5:15, I stayed out until about 9. I went to watch the sun rise, followed by a light breakfast.

Thanks for the years, I love you all.

Just a reminder to everyone:



I've been a small bit nearvous, i can feel my heart beat out a machine gun assult all day.

Everything is satisfactory. Tomorrow is my last day of school, and there are a few humans in particular I want to see:

Andrew
Rob
Bill
Connor
Nick
Noa
Julia
Roxanne

I love you guys a lot. Also Here's some of the good pieces I submit more my AP exam earlier this month.

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Also my graduation party is this weekend saturday june 3rd, from 2 pm - 6 pm(roughly, probably longer for my chums though)

Things have been moving excellently lately. My mother had a sucessful surgery, and she's been doing quite well, yesterday she had the pump removed that bathed the area of the insition, and she's able to drive again.

Today I had my wisdom teeth ripped out. I remember when I had gotten into the chair, and they had put the laughing gas mask over my nose. I started laughing and the Surgeon was said "That's why it's called laughing gas." and I said "Ha ha, it's not funny". Then they stuck me with the IV and something vaguely happened I'm currently unable to recall, and when I was concious again, they took the mask off my nose and I was able to go home. It didn't hurt much at all, but I was sore, and I felt like my equilibrium was kind of out of order.

When the drugs wore off though, I had the feeling like I was punched in the balls, except it was a lot worse becase it was in four different places of my mouth. But as many people know, vicodin makes things feel a lot better.

Here are some pictures I had recently meant to put up for a couple of human chums of mine.







Now then, it's time for me to do more drugs, good night,
~Alex

Tomorrow is a big day, the last surgery. I hope everyone will wish my mother good luck. After school, I'll be off to the hospital for the waiting.

There really isn't a lot more I can think to say.