Just like any other ceremonious day in my life. I got shat on. It has happened once too many times. And I knew it was coming. I just didn't know what color would be dispensed out of the bird's ass. So the color for today is black. Thank god my bag was black and it didn't really get to me, not that much anyway. Why does it always shit on me.
So the much anticipated school has started, without much excitement, classes were refreshing for a change and I thought it was rather fun. Most of all I felt at home. Something I haven't felt for close to a year. In a school where accents are the same, people don't stare at you for your skin color and its just nice to feel the weight off your shoulders. As expected I spent 5 hours mugging today, besides jamming and currently I feel like someone pulled the plug from my power point. As much as I'm contented, I'm rather disturbed by the fact that I haven't really practiced the drums for a few months, and that I can feel that I'm rusting. I really should get my schedule back up and maybe start to have a balanced schedule. Mugging was fun. You mug I mug everybody mug mug.
