On Telling the Government to Fuck Themselves 2

It's a royal pain to link my smartphone up to my laptop and find this blog- let alone write an entry. Unlike the first blogs, there is no way for me to effiencently fix spelling mistakes, open other pages, or be certain this computer with a very chewed up cable (my cat ate it) connecting the laptop to the smartphone will hold steady while I try to overcome a few years of writer's block.

Anyway, in the spirit of Catcher in the Rye when I went to get squared with Humboldt's financial aid, I had to read my profanity laced letter outloud. There I was, long line behind me, talking to the head of the financial aid office at Humboldt about a letter I honestly do not remember writing. I had $8,000 in cash to get back into school. But in my file was a paper I wrote, with a conclusion highlighted that the office head not only pointed to, she made me read it with an apologetic terror.

"After carefully consideration of your request to give you the eight grand I walked away with for total debauchery, I have come to my final conclusion: which is to please go fuck yourselves."

They highlighted the sentence and double underlined the last three words. She didn't go gagsta on me, like the first blog of this title, but I had to write an apology letter for all employees in her office.

2012: The Year of the Dragon

Today I graduated with a B.A. in English with an emphasis in Creative Writing at Humboldt State University. Before I moved up to Humboldt I was a Junior at San Francisco State with a major in Creative Writing. I attended three community colleges to get an A.A.in Biology, which I switched to Lit.

My first University Professor was named, "Chet Wiener" and his class: Writers on Writing, was where I found my first fiance: Sean Labrabor. He wrote a poem about me that won the 2004 San Francisco Poetry Award: The Dark Continent. Years later my friend Ami changed her e-mail name to 'Chet Wiener' (it sounds better in French) and when I checked my e-mail I thought, "My God, for years he has been stalking me!"

I lived in Austin as a piece of lettuce for a year. A lion in heat. Luckily I kept my mind limber with what chemicals nature provided. And experience.

Yes, I had a red phase. Ended in a green phase. I'll begin with a clean phase, like a this page. The cycle is whatever you desire.

This year was forseen by a friend as "The Year of Good Fortune." I worked hard for what I have and for that I am grateful.

Somewhere in between here my heart legally stopped. I drank gallons of coffee. Bought half a Redwood tree in paper. Walked many miles to get to campus.

I took 70 units above that to graduate. Today is a day to celebrate. I dedicate this degree to my family, who believed in me in spite of my flaws.