Bah.

1) You know how people in the media talk about college students that graduate with loads of credit card debts and then they cut to some tent set up outside of spring break and some doofusy girl is talking about how she knows it's bad to have debt, but oh well. That's me, minus the whole spring break scenario.

2) I like to fancy myself some kind of music nerd. Then I talk to actual music nerds and realize I'm not. Alas, I have a life that involves things that aren't music. Like TV and drinking and writing and studying. It sucks but it's true. This was never more apparent than my stuttering, retarded interview with American Steel in which Rory proceeded to be the nicest dude ever and I pretended to have a single clue what I was talking about. Result: I'm a douchebag.

3) I'm tired. And I don't give two shits about school at all. Hence my grades are going to suck and my parents are going to spend all of Thanksgiving break poking me with sticks. It's how they punish us. Just poke, poke, poke.

4) I'm still deciding what I will ask Lincoln's advice for when I go to DC this weekend. Mr. Lincoln, how do I get my printer to stop dog-earing all my papers? Please, you freed the slaves and started and then ended the bloodiest war in American history, so surely you must know how to fix this.