On the value of rancid potatoes

having spent many days without doing much, since for some reason i feel very down most of the day and all i do is waste time, i'm starting to think that once i finish school its globe treking fur mich.  i have to make a remark on how much i want to travel and now that school is going to be over, at least while i save up for the masters, then i might as well backpack my way to death or lots of memories for the grandchildren, which ever is fine with me.     anyways, im bored i can't access my twitter account and my stupid email will not open the study guide for the fucking exam this evening.  

btw, the tatters where 99c a pound and they were pretty damn old.  oh, well.

God, i hate everything that is not related to school.  

Episte, to the only man that i believed had it.

Currently, and i mean in the past few days, i have seen the most of epistemic stuff than ever. its study at first struck me as abstract in the kind of abstract that i don't enjoy, but as more sides of this wonderful field became clear to me and daft punk allowed me to read the texts with more ease, i discovered (no daft-pun intended) that I'm quite fond of this side of philosophy to which I've been hesitant to look at. its proving to let me understand aspects of me that i had no way of accessing, specially with epistemic logic. for now its straight on with it, and especting that i dont get tossed into jail, because I don't have cash to pay the IRS this year.

In other news, dad passed away. this is the most miserable that i have ever felt. aside from philosophy and its study, there is not much that provides me with happiness at this point.





































Miss ya pops.