So I was thinking about how shit changes. I read an obituary for Kurt Vonnegut Jr. and was remembering when I thought he sucked. And the reason I thought he sucked was because my high school english teacher, Mr. Kelliher made us read God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater. And since Mr. Kelliher sucked, the book sucked. School sucked. English sucked. Pretty much everything sucked. Looking back though, Mr. Kelliher was probably the best teacher I ever had. I should track him down and thank him. He didn't make us read the bullshit that everyone else read. At the time, that was one of the reasons he sucked. I couldn't just listen to the rest of the school talk about the lame book and answer multiple choice questions about it. What an ass (BTW, he was also the only teacher that ever caught on to my awesome BS skillzz and called me on it, thus proving his awesomeness a decade later).

But as I read about Vonnegut dying, it made me think about how great of a writer he is/was and how I never thought so until semi-recently. So now that he'd dead, everyone should pay tribute to him by going out and buy, borrow, or steal a Vonnegut book and read it. And then tell your friends about it. Just go read a fucking book actually. In respect of Vonnegut, shut off your reality TV, forget about Sanjaya, and read a good book. Hell, read a bad book, its still better than the Sandy Vagina on Idol.

And i've gotten off track, which means its time to stop typing. cuz otherwise i'm gonna start babbling.

forshiz.