The Aquabats were amazing.

This was easily the best show I'd ever been to. I managed to squeeze my way right up to the front, and the lead singer even wore my hat on stage. I got him to sign it after.

Aquabats tomorrow!

Man I am so fucking stoked for the Aquabats tomorrow. I really need a break from my shitty school, and this is just what the doctor ordered. I hope they play this song.

Reasons I am excited for this weekend.

This weekend's going to be awesome, and here's why. My annoying-as-hell-roommates will be out of town visiting some friend or something, me and three awesome dudes and one awesome lady will be going down to San Fran to see The Aquabats in concert, I've borrowed a copy of Donkey Kong 64 and I am stoked as fuck to play it, and I'm going to buy a Burning Man ticket. Fucking amazing.

Thoughts on Nicolas Cage

I'm just going to come right out and say it: I fucking love Nicolas Cage. Don't get me wrong; he's not a great actor. In fact I'd go so far as to say he's a terrible actor. A shitty smoldering heap of wreckage of an actor. His performances in such gems as The Wicker Man and Con Air leave little doubt that he has about as much acting ability as the sebum from that zit I popped a few minutes ago. But nonetheless, I love to watch him, and here's why: He seems like he'd be a really nice guy to hang out with. When I watch his terrible puppet-shows that he tries to pass of as movies, I can't help but feel that there is some sincerity to the man behind the facade of acting talent to rival a deflated weather balloon. Watching him, to me, is similar to watching one's less-than-bright seven-year-old child make movies with the family camcorder. Sure what he produces is inexcusable refuse, but somehow it's endearing that he tried. I think something in me feels pity for him. Maybe he never wanted to act. Maybe he got sucked into this whole business somehow and now doesn't know his way out. I haven't read enough Wikipedia to know his story, and frankly I don't want to. I prefer to think of him as sort of this tragic hero who is stuck making terrible movies whether or not he wants to, and is maybe just trying to win his daughter back from some evil executive producers.

tl;dr
Nic Cage's movies suck, but the man's got heart, dammit.

Since I'm not doing my homework.

I figured I would make a blog post instead of doing my homework just now. I can imagine why a person would think that what I've chosen would be a less productive course of action, but that person clearly does not attend my college. Its existence truly is an insult to every intelligent being who has ever walked onto the campus. Allow me to supply some examples. My English course during my first semester, which was the highest-level English course incoming students were capable of testing into, was nothing but a course in MLA format. I can see why, to some people, this might be useful, but having just gotten out of high school and having spent the previous four years learning exactly the same information, I had difficulty seeing the usefulness of it all. I might have let this go were it an isolated incident, however I find I am faced with more useless time-wasters than I am with educational classes every single semester. The one exception to this was my Spanish courses. Again, I had taken Spanish for four years in high school, so the courses were mostly review, but information was actually presented during them, and I actually felt like there might have been potential to actually learn something there. For this reason I declared Spanish as my major, and, true to form, my college fucked me hard and fast in the asshole in that regard too. As it should be easy to imagine at this point, I had been hoping to transfer, and soon. My thoughts were that the coming Fall would be my final semester here, and that I would be able to transfer to a legitimate academy in the Spring. However, the one Spanish course that I was eligible to take this semester was canceled due to lack of interest, and now I'm stuck at this school for another year at least.

TL;DR?

Fuck my college.

Outset

So my friend talked me into starting a blog. Not the first bad idea he's talked me into, but more on that later. To be completely candid, I'm actually looking forward to this experience a little. I've never really had a journal or a diary or whatever, so it'll be an interesting experience for me to put my thoughts down somewhere. Soon I'll get around to posting something with some actual content, but for now: Hello, world. I'm a blog.