September 23-It's been almost 2 months since my last update. Damn. Below is a paragraph of info and some short new poems.

As you probably know, I am running for Senior Class President. It started as a joke last year and continued to this year. How funny would it be to see me in the front of the yearbook representing all of you fine people? However, I have decided if I were to win, I would take the job seriously. My serious side is starting to show, a side I rarely show in school. Now that I'm working harder in school after the total academic disaster last year, I am a little more serious. I'm also going through a lot of emotional shit and I might be dealing with clinical depression. But don't think that's gonna keep me from being a great candidate. I appreciate all of your support. And remember that if it wasn't for me, Marc Wium, there would not be an American Flag in the ISS Room. And although I am not president, I am still looking at flaws in the school. Anything to help and/or piss off administration. And tell me if something's on your mind. I WILL speak up, student government or not. Oh yeah, and I'm working on a flash animation promoting my running for president. Hopefully, that will be up soon.

HERE ARE A COUPLE POEMS THAT WILL EVENTUALLY BE PUT INTO 1 ENTITLED "FINNERAN'S ENSAMBLE":

Finneran, Finneran You Really Suck.

Getting a job was just pure luck.

You look like an owl

So go suck a bowel

You regergetating fuck.

You shit on trees, not in the stalls

You hoot whenever nature calls.

Go fucking lick

A throbbing dick

And suck my sweaty balls.

SINCE AUGUST 4, 2003: