So I fixed the date/time issue I had with my previous blog. Strangely enough it stated that it was posted sometime in August, when it in fact was posted just yesterday. If my mind is synchronized to our world today, and not some other dimension, then we are in fact in September. What the hell just happened over there? Goodness knows...

As planned, I finished reading three research articles today. All dealt with the effects of culture on narrative. It was a pain getting through them. At times I felt like I was drifting off into never never land, where one can fly, fight captain hook, play with mermaids (not dirty play-like incidents...but whatever makes one happy), and hang with the lost boys.

Been listening to a lot of Death Cab for Cutie lately. Good sounds, good style. So far so good. Good is the word.

I just made a promise to myself today. I will NOT miss the episode of House this week. I can't believe I haven't watched it since the third season started (that just reminded me of AFI for some reason. Ahh what a band.). Speaking of AFI (or should I say typing), since I've received a wonderful e-mail from a wonderful friend of mine (Sara yes that's you), I've realized that Davey Havok's hotness has no bounds. If a parent can fall in love with a boy that wears makeup, then there are no doubts at all to his hotness. The makeup just adds to the mysterious look. I think what makes Davey look so appealing is this sense of mystery about him, as well as the fact that no one can ever have him...ever. What are the odds of him showing up at my front door? -1 to be correlationally correct. Well someone out there will have him, or has...and I'm sure it was quite an experience.

As I sit in front of my computer right now, I'm in the midst of wrenching out this minty fresh floss from between my teeth, while a cat seems to be screaming bloody murder right outside my window. Freaking cats....they're cute, but not when they present their musical talents to sleepy-eyed individuals.

So life seems to be a like a whirlpool right now. There are so many things going on that can't be controlled, and I seem to be on my feet in a neverending rush to get to places I need to go. It's like you're having an adrenaline rush that lasts for 16 hours, and when you finally get a chance to stop and relax, it's actually bedtime. It's funny how a few years ago going to bed would be at approximately 3:30 in the morning, while now 11 - 11:30 pm is the latest I can stay awake. I'm getting old man. The college days are indeed coming to a close.

Lots of surprises this week. People I haven't heard from or seen in ages I've actually heard from and seen. It's been a week that can basically be described as "Where the hell did you come from?" kinda week, if that made any sense.

I feel like going to some kind of concert. I miss the concert feeling, where the music flows through you even after the concert is over, and you dream about the hopefully amazing night and how great the band was. Also, the after concert discussions about what the band looked like, what band member was the sexiest, which band member looked at you, shook hands with, made out with, dreamt of making out with, hung out with, so on and so forth. Apparently David Usher had a free concert in Toronto, and I missed it. I wonder how he is live. His songs are pretty alright. One has to be in the right mood for them though.

"I am the one hiding under your stairs. Fingers like snakes and spiders in my hair!" Nightmare before christmas songs stuck in my head today. I was sitting in class working on my project on a computer and that song just kept on repeating itself in my head. Probably didn't help that someone was humming it behind me, that got me going.

Enough said. More to come.