Monday was Italian class.  I got a 97 on my Italian test.

Tuesday was Art Class.  It was snowing so bad I skipped it, because my windshield wipers were broken.

Wedensday was English class.  My last essay was photocopied and handed out to the class to read.  The professor said, "The opening is dull, but the ending is surprisingly good compared to the opening."  I got a B, he wrote on it "Interesting Choice."

Thursday I went to another NA meeting with Karen and Nicole.  This time we also took this guy named IAN.  It was a good meeting.  Karen tried to pick me up but couldn't.  I don't remember what else happened.  This one guy said he was wearing the same clothes for the last week because he was busted, put in jail, then went to detox, then came right to the meeting.

Friday night was the Opeth concert.  Nick, John, and I went to chinatown before hand and ate at Shanghai Joe's.  Awesome chinese food.  We came to the conclusion that neither of us understood them.  I dared Nick to eat a pepper out of my Kung Po Chicken.  I offered him a buck.  He was talking to the pepper before he ate it.  "What am I doing?  C'mon Duff, it's a buck?  That means more poki."  He then ate it and the fun began.  He looked like he was going to jump up and scream.  He refused to drink the Monster Energy drink because he said it would make it worse and the only other thing in the place was mint tea.  It was hilarious.  A classic Duff moment.  For some reason John wanted the leftovers wrapped and carried them all over the city.  After that, we found some chinese candy that Nick wanted to buy.  We finally got to the concert.  It was amazing.  John was thrown in the moshpit by Mistress Julia during Devil Driver's set.  Devil Driver was awesome live.  Dez's voice is more amazing live then it is on the cd.  A pit formed right next to me during the first 3 chords of Nothing To Lose.  They played Nothing To Lose, I Could Care Less, Cry For Me Sky, Die (And Die Again), What's It Like (To Be A Man), and The Mountain.  An awesome set.  Then Moonspell came on.  Holy Shit!  Where have they been hiding.  An awesome band.  The lead singer sounds like a vampire and looks like McCloud from Highlander.  The set was amazing.  I don't know most of the songs, but I downloaded a lot of them.  Lots of breaks in the songs and a Voodoo like staff.  It was 6 feet tall with a skull at the top.  Everyone go listen to Moonspell.  Oh and there was this one guy that walked past me hunched over during the set.  He was screaming, "Get me a nurse."  Sucks for him.  Then finally, Opeth took the stage.  Everyone went insane.  I was thrown in the pit and fought my way out.  Then I was thrown in again later on during The Moor.  I was hit in the groin and it stung for several minutes.  I also knocked over this 7 foot tall huge girl when I was thrown in.  I had no control of where I was going.  Opeth's set had all my favorites.  They played Master's Apprentice, The Drapery Falls, The Moor, Deliverance, In My Time Of Need, The Amen Corner, Blackwater Park, and Demon Of The Fall.  During Demon Of The Fall, the pit tripled in size.  It was huge.  A marvelous feat.  Everyone go see Opeth live before you die.  Mikael told the crowd that Philly called New Yorkers, "A bunch of fucking cunts."  He then said we couldn't sing better then them.  The whole crowd then sung My Time In Need perfectly.  It was the most emotional part of the night.  The most complete line up I have ever witnessed with my own eyes.

Saturday, I woke up early and picked up Nicole.  We hopped on the train and went into New York City.  The 7 (shuttle bus) was broken and down for the weekend due to construction.  So we had to walk 40 blocks to the Metropolitian museum of Art.  We gave up after 15 blocks and hailed a taxi.  We got the only white taxi cab driver in the city.  The museum was awesome.  I saw a lot of paintings I never saw before.  The blind man that Picasso drew was awesome.  It reminded me of the monk from the book I'm reading, The Monk by Matthew Lewis.  After the museum, we saw a man in a clown costume, giving himself head.  He wore the costume upside down so that the clown head was in his crotch.  Interesting.  I then got us lost.  It was bound to happen.  Nicole and I then jumped on the 6 and got off at Canal St, Chinatown.  We walked through Chinatown until we got to Little Italy.  We were looking for a place to eat dinner and this guy jumps out, shoves the menu in my face (not literally), and says something like, "Fresh, homemade Pasta."  It seemed good, so we went inside.  It was an awesome restaurant entitled, Fratelli.  We had a candelight dinner.  It was a romantic place.  A random lady walked inside with flowers.  I bought Nicole some roses from the random lady.  The restaurant was awesome, but I was sitting next to this shelf, with all wine on it.  The waiters kept walking past and leaning over me to grab bottles.  It got kind of annoying, but it was tolerable, everything else was perfect.  On the way out I told the guy who pulled us in that the food was good.  Then he saw Nicole's roses and said something like, "What a romantic."  We then went back on the train and went home.  An awesome day.

Sunday, I woke up late.  Played some basketball with the guys.  We played 5 random little kids that were there.  They sucked.  After basketball I took a shower and worked on my still life drawing.  Then I went to Starbucks with Nicole.  Nicole is Awesome!  Don't let her tell you otherwise.

Right now, I'm going to go write or work on my still life, something artistic.

And now, for some craziness.  I started a rally against emo music.  I wrote an emo song that will end all emo songs and put an end to the emo revolution.  I'm pretty proud of this song.  I named it, "The Last Great Emo Song!"  That's right, there is an exclamation point.  If you haven't read it yet and would like to, just ask.

Wizard Out