Irene is the worst

So, in addition to all of the crimes listed here, Irene took the cake today by suggesting that we take advantage of our day off of school next Thursday by watching the entire matrix trilogy (www.xkcd.com/566). We have the day off in remembrance of the shooting here at tech where 33 people died, and Irene wants to celebrate by watching a movie where Keanu Reeves kills people? Have some class, Irene. Have some class.

uggh

Fire drills at 5:30 and 7:30 this morning. People suck.

Music

Baller new Pandora station: And It Stoned Me by Van Morrison, The Weight by The Band, and Friend of the Devil. I'm really quite in love with Hippie Folk right now. It just played Wild World by Cat Stevens. I love that song. Now I just need to make sure I can maintain variety. OH wait it's Pandora. Anyone who wants to give me recommendations, please do. I'll probably get bored of it in about 6 days.

I'm reading Watchmen. It's phenomenal. I've never read a comic book/graphic novel before, and it's fun. A heck of a lot deeper than I ever thought comic books were.

UNC fans: Awesome for you. I really don't care that much.

Everybody loves...

...A Greek Girl. Or so said a t-shirt i read on a cutish blonde in West End.

The t-shirt is noteworthy only because most non-Greeks that I know do not have a particularly high opinion of members of fraternities and sororities, and one of the most common reasons for this is self-absorption. They should probably just stop worrying about themselves so much and be more like me.

One of the problems I've always had with literature is the conclusion. People's lives don't conclude. They end, but they don't conclude. Even when we know the end is coming, I don't think that we've ever fought off all of our demons, ended up victorious in our battles, and gotten right with everyone we've wronged. I also don't think that we have eras in our lives where we are completely changed. I was the same person on my first day of college as my last day at home. I had the same insecurities, the same dreams, and the same ideas about the way that the world and people and I was put together. However, when we read stories that don't tie up all of the loose ends, we get angry, because we desire conclusion and finality.

I write this because I really want to write something, but I don't know how. Maybe I haven't read enough to be comfortable to writing something, and maybe I haven't lived enough. I think that one of the reasons that I have trouble with something concluding is because I've never had a really significant person in my life die. I think I loved the two grandparents I've lost, but neither of them were a part of my day-to-day life and I didn't have an intimate relationship with either.

Maybe I'll try and write something after I finish the two books I'm reading right now (Watchmen and Cider House Rules), but I'll probably just write three sentences while drinking fair trade coffee about some girl who got dumped and blog about how I can't write anything.

Whatever. Regan, a friend who's an english major told me the other day, "I don't believe in writers. They're not real." I like existing, so maybe I shouldn't write anything.

I'm getting Tan...

...on my feet. I noticed a fledgling chaco tan line this morning. Considering the fact that it's still March, I'm pretty proud of this accomplishment. woot.

Van Morrison

might be my new favorite. If I had a girl friend and could play guitar, I'd play sing Tupelo Honey about her. That would be fun.