This place is growing on me.
The English building offers free coffee and copies of the New York Times.
The coursework is a little daunting, however.
I'm not a bad writer, but I'm an average student and not much of an academic.
Research is tedious, tedious, tedious--what's the point of inhaling and hacking up dusty old opinions on exhausted canonical works when I could write something interesting, exciting, and new?
Some writers can do both, I suppose; I just don't have the energy.
I haven't drawn anything more than a doodle for weeks.
What a drag it is getting old...

Remind me never to play poker with Jake.
I haven't been sleeping well lately so I was up late reading and a program featuring Weezer live in concert came on.
Jake once swore vehemently that Rivers Cuomo was every bit as good a guitar player as the so-called "shredders" of the 80's (Van Halen, Lynch, Vai, etc.).
Yes, well, if last night was any indication, the idea was either wishful thinking or the bluff of the century.
We'll all have off nights, I guess.
The world needs college pop-punk artists like it needs a hole in the head.
Green Day, this means you, too.

A student compared Kurt Cobain to Jimi Hendrix the other day and I almost reflex vomited on his Chuck Taylors.

Does anyone really think Robot Chicken is funny?

I'm surprised to see there isn't more purple prose on the net about 9-11. Maybe this means the country has moved on, which means it's ripe for another 9-11. Merry-go-round goes round and round...

Is anyone really surprised that the Wolverine football team, like the school itself, was vastly overrated?

Bill Nye The Science Guy is coming to Central to have a chat.
I looking forward to the engagement, so I guess it's official: I'm a nerd.