well here I sit again at home, in the very room where the first entry of this rather odd tale of my existence was first written, my spelling may be a shade better, but not by much.

I figured that a basic update with what the hell is going on in my life might be appropriate, considering the existential crap that has been the majority of entries of late.

So I still have not built much of a social life in San Marcos where I now attend graduate school. My existence there is a kind of hermitage, I talk to people from Houston and Austin often enough for it not to be truly a hermitage but it is close, i only tend to see people during class or on campus, but that may change once I start working as a TA which is long over due in all truth.

I had an exam Tuesday, and another this coming Monday. The one on Tuesday had one of those really stupid but very difficult questions. Part A of the question was what does it mean to be a rhetorical critic, which is essentially what I am going to become. I had a blast making it sound glamorous, and such. I even opened with the quote from the outer limits. "Prepare to experience the awe that reaches from the deepest inner mind ..... to the outer limits." It was wonderful.

This weekend I will be in Indiana for my Sisters memorial scholarship. It is going to be interesting and a bit difficult, but somehow after doing these things no matter tha fact that they are hard, I tend to feel better.

on an interesting related note, I had a "small world" experience last weekend. My friend Sonia, who used to date Matt D. who has sadly disappeared off the face of the planet, showed up at my friend Houston Ian's house for a get together. (be thankful no cousins were involved, it would be even more complex). Well her current boy friend named john, knew me years ago, the summer before my junior year of high school, he was a life guard at the same pool. Well once we started talking again over a drink which he was shocked to see me drink, he invited me over to his place for a short April 20th get together. NOW here is where things get interesting. While I was talking to one of his room mates, a very smart but rather eccentric young woman, she recognized me, and asked if Helen was my sister. As it turns out, she was in my sisters senor Directed 1 act play. She had no idea Helen was dead, but we chatted about her for a while. I felt guilty after word because I did not tell her that she was dead. It was so nice to talk to someone about her and not immediately get the instant out pouring of sympathy. It was a wonderful experience.

Oh and on monday right before class I was hit with a slightly un expected bomb shell. I was asked to be the God Father for my Go sisters new son. he is not even born yet. I am very flattered. Yet I am hesitant, I have since Monday decided to say yes. It is odd i have talk to a lot of people and none of them have been any help what so ever. nothing anyone has said makes me believe that they understand what I am thinking. I am not used to not being able to communicate what is in my head to people, I tend to be good at it. Any way, it has shaken me up a bit.

well that is all the news from my little corner of the asylum,
questions comments and advice are welcome on any and all subjects

Signed
Schmendrick