Hard Again

Today I had Biology. I saw Laura P, who I haven't seen in five years and James W who I haven't seen in four years. That was neat.
There is a thing, an event, on Saturday that I need to wear the 'ol tuxedo to. So I took that shit to the dry-cleaner today and got new button-studs for my ruffle-shirt. Snap, I look fresh.
Yeah? Yar.
Yoga, Comic Books, Pizza, Bike, Sauna, Photography, Hot Rocks 1964–1971, Nerf-Gun shoot-out, Dreams/Dreaming, Malcolm Gladwell, Radiolab, Making New Friends, Mulled Wine.
Tomorrow is for music, chilling, homework, moving friends, family, cooking, and a party.
EJS, I miss you.
RSY, I miss you.
See you soon.

Second Week of Classes

It's the second week of classes. A new Roommate named Dana Moved into my house yesterday. I am going to see The Wrestler today at two o'clock PM.
William Shatner is fucking crazy.
Rachel Maddow is informative and concise.
Alan Greenspan is fucking serious, bitches.
The Mars Volta has their moments.
Ira Glass makes good use of his funny-sounding voice.
The Chapman brothers are a couple of goofballs.
Marc Bolan LIVES!
China is makin' moves.
America is back-ish.
Alan Colmes finally grabbed his nuts and ditched the sinking FOX "news" ship.
Israel is acting a fool.
Jimmy Carter still has that old southern wit.
Tycho & Gabe never lost it.
Santiago Mostyn published a book. Who knew?
Steph Swainston should compare notes with Ryan Duffy.
Tim & Eric are a class act.

Lots of good things are happening. I ate a healthy breakfast, went to yoga, and returned my overdue library book. Oh snap.