THIS is the semester I've waited for all my LIFE. Minimal work, but yet it appears that I am working, because each elective suits my intended major, and nobody does too much in graphics I, so I've heard. Genius, pure and simple. What's the schedule? Music tech, band, keyboarding (I will never escape tonya. Never.) and graphics. Sweet indeed.

Also, (not that it matters to most of the world) but I finally got my fucking license! So much excitement on the inside, and it all threatens to explode outward in an embarrassing public display of happiness, leading your average civilian to stare and perhaps even call the police.

Failure met all attempts to see Sweeny Todd, but I have had success with Juno and Meet The Spartans. ("High-fives for the women...!") And then of course, there was the accidental meeting of LandianThePoet and friend. Who would have thought they'd be there to see the same movie at the same time? Not I. The entire World seemed to converge at the same time, seeing as we ran into several other random people throughout the evening. Still have not seen a certain fucking movie with a gigantic polar bear and it's bothering me, to be sure. But a good music filled movie on ondemand now has made me want to go buy the soundtrack. It's called once, and since practically no ones ever heard of it, FYE will most likely NOT HAVE IT. damn them all to eternal hell, where Trevor Moore most likely lives, for terrifying small children, along with teaching their innocent minds all about Pesident Bush's secret fraternity of the Skull-and-Bones faction, which you join when you attend Yale. And now? off to barnes and noble, to buy the book i couln't afford two weekends ago.