I’m a uniter, not a divider. All ya’ll better recognize.

After insulting "I Will Possess Your Heart" just last night, I find myself having an honest urge to listen to it, so I am.

Wow. So I’m sitting in the In-N-Out drive thru and a cockroach just crawls right up my windshield and onto the roof of my car. WTF do I do?

Matt: "New Zealand is like the coolest country next to Alaska!"

104 degrees outside and it’s 75 in my car and feels like ice water. So pleasant. Oh, look, Jens Lekman comes on, too. How nice! So pleasant.

Fuck. The place on campus I need to go to take my final is closed. Time to email the professor I guess. Damnit.

1) I am officially a ChaCha guide, now. 2) gotta shower and head to class for my last final. 15 unit semester is finally over TODAY. sweet.

"Everyday Shooter" is really great, even if we’ve just been playing the same first two levels over and over again trying to get more lives.

Picked up "Everyday Shooter" through Steam. It’s really cool. All these games incorporating music rock for realz.

Playing Audiosurf with Trista. You can only play so much before it all feels the same. My laptop will no longer detect my wifi network.

Death Cab for Cutie’s "I Will Possess Your Heart" strikes me as being all sound and no music.

This guy next to me couldn’t tell whether Personality Crisis was by The Ramones, The Velvet Underground, or The New York Dolls.

Oh, cool. I don’t get the government stimulus payment shit because, apparently, my parents claim me as a dependent.

Also Rivers Cuomo’s "Pig" makes me smile all big against my will whenever I listen to it.

1) I am so, so good at sleeping in 2) I am so, so hungry 3) delaying the inevitable! 4) rock history final today. need to write an essay.

"You can’t die. What if you die? What’ll I do then? …with your body I mean. Where do I put it?"

Sitting at Denny’s, listening to guys discuss potential assrape hierarchies within the prison system. "So the guys who raped them die off.."

Sitting in the ELAC parking lot, waiting for Trista to close up the theatre department. Oh, look, there she is.

My day suddenly got a whole lot better. When a PIECE of your life is returned to you, how can one not be grateful?

Spent half an hour in the library and emerged with nothing but LA Weekly and a headache. Sweet. Choice is the enemy.