This semester has had my taint a quarter-inch from the bandsaw from the word go. For about 10 weeks straight, every Friday I went "Christ, I'm glad that's over. Next week I can finally chillax." I said that exact phrase aloud, on the west campus bus. Like I care what sorostisnots think. Anyway, every week following that phrase has been worse than the last. It's kind of like office space: every day you see me is the worst day of my life. Except it's not. I'm just busy. Hence the absense of updates since August. I only multitask so far.

Quotes - It's been awhile

That's quite a quote package there. I've probably entirely lost the rabid quote-mongerer flock due to inactivity, but I press on.

Concerts of note so far this semester: Radiohead, Blaze, Spiritualized, Beulah, and Deftones. Whoo man. Religious experiences, every one of them. I don't really fuck with concert reviews anymore, much as I wish I could.

I dropped a pretty penny on a mountain bike not long ago. All these hobbies are becoming more expensive than I can handle. I can't afford rock gym memberships on top of bike costs (initial and post-partem) and ultimate and sterilized needles and food. January 20 will be a big day. Financial Aid goes out that day. Whoo. Stupid fahking winter weather always rolls around when I have plenty of time to go biking. I got a few good rides in over the weekend up at Walnut Creek, but shit, why couldn't I have had this magical device in June?

More Hachie people have been poking their noses around here lately. People whose names I was this || close to forgetting will show up or be at some public event. It'd be so tight if I wasn't from this state. The worst part is running into someone that you'd unconsciously assumed you'd hate upon seeing them, and they turn out to be cool. Bastards.

Time for me to clock out. Gotta learn about fascinating concepts for which I care not one bit because I'm already in Thanksgiving mode.