dread that head

ok, ok, yes i'm posting again. but hey it is MY blog which i am so kindly sharing with YOU folkie(s). we just got back from berkeley, splendiferous city by the way, reallllly wacky, but its quite what i'd call BODACIOUS! and the people (i would say humans, but everytime i go up there i get more and more unsure...) make it all the more rad. so it was awfully groovy. totally, completely, utterly spectacular. we stayed with our known-for-ages-so-you-can-practically-barf-on-their-foreheads-and-they'll-still-love-you friends (ok well, personally i've never tried that, but y'know, i can only imagine. eww, gross, nevermind. ah, well, whatcha gonna do?). ooh crud, i was with la belleza (my buddy on the other blog: labellezamango.blogspot.com) and we are SUPPOSED to post on it everytime we are together. Oops. ohhh well, ehehe. erg.
so while i've been back (like two days) i haven't been doing so good. like to start, on the way home from berkeley, i started texting my friend, ehehe ooh, well i think i scared him half to death, NOT so smooth, uhhh not at all. and so then in the car we pass one of those cow concentration camps. and i mean c'mon, have you ever seen those, thats what they are, concentration camps for the cows (you better not laugh...!). the cows sit in this really cramped space, living in crap, and just ughh... and they sit their until someone picks them up and throws them in some rotten machine to KILL them. WHERE ARE THE ANIMAL RIGHTS PEOPLE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!!! sheesh, it was hideously disgusting and it hurt. so i vowed not to eat cows, or beef, unless it became a very dire time where i just HAD to. i also wouldn't eat pigs, no bacon, no pork or anything, unless it was free range, like some poultry and fishies. it was paining. shudders...! so on with the list of things i have screwed up since i got back. when i get home, i get in a fight with my dad, give up on painting my room and leave all the work to my mom, accuse someone that they were a passionless lump (same dude i had messed up in the car ride back from berkeley), leave all my junk in the hall, and wake my parents up to find my toothbrush. i reallllllly messed up over, and over, but wait, i can explain all my actions, they aren't as bad as the sound. the fight with my dad was resolved; i eventually started painting my room again; and i DIDN'T call him a passionless lump, thats just the way it sounded, its not that bad, we worked it out, sorta, but i think i scarred him, erg; the junk was moved into my room; and we hadn't completely unpacked from berkeley so i had positively NO CLUE WHERE ON EARTH MY TOOTHBRUSH WAS, so i woke them up (i was watching pirates of the carribean 2, so i stayed up a bit later) and then... ooh, it was just bad. but i have been acting REALLY strange, like i randomly ask people these horridly personal questions outta the blue, but thats almost ok since we're close, but still, and i was listening to this one radiohead song called "idioteque" which is a viciously disconcerting song, and i'm thinking of becoming a dreadhead. y'know with dreads, DREADLOCKS people!!! nah, but really, i am seriously looking into it. sorry if i'm scaring you, i think i'm scaring myself, this post makes no sense whatsover, does it? ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!! i'm sorry, people, i love you all, gotta go before i actually hurt someone, ah, well.