A Year Gone

Final exams are creeping upon us
The green leaves have reemerged
The irises are in bloom
But my spirit is not rejuvenated
It is the end of the year
And I need a break
From this perpetual juggernaut
that is called high school
nothing seems to be fun anymore
I am a car with no gasoline
running on vapors
The days grow longer
my energy supply dwindles
Summer is here
I am almost a senior

Music Revolution

So, I've had a kinda revolution in my music life. I'm gonna do Paint's Peeling with Lor for the Java Jam. You should come to hear me. Its gonna be sweeet.

I've also reinstated my love for Phil Ochs . . . oh how i miss Galil and our crazy shira sessions. I just ain't a marching anymore. 55 days oh man.