I'm procrastinating a little bit.

My favorite thing is when I confuse the grammar check with my stunning wit and backwards sentences.

My other favorite thing is being done with my paper. Unfortunately, I don't see that happening tonight. But we'll see.

It's 5 am

It is currently 5 am and I am still awake. Why? I couldn't tell you.

I'm not even the tiniest bit tired.

Here's what freaks me out: This is a recurring theme. Back home, I would get tired at night. At 5 am, I would barely be able to keep my eyes open. But here at school, I'm often wide awake at ungodly late hours. Something about the Minnesotan air, I guess.

All I know is, it's hella frusturating.

Espresso Exposè plays some weird-assed music.

I would just like to say that the high point of today's studying (spacetime and the fourth demension) actually made the low point (fashion) bearable. I'm beginning to think that maybe an Astronomy major is in order.

Oh wait. I hate physics. Never mind.

I'm really looking forward to writing that ten-page paper on some sort of "heightened counter-response, one that seeks to reaffirm the motivatedness of the relationship between inside and out, container and contained, sign and signified." Are you?

A Date That Will Live in Infamy

It dawned on me today that I have become obscenely pretentious when it comes to drinking black coffee. When I step up to the counter at the coffee shop and order my tall black coffee with no room for cream, I act like I am the barista's saviour, offering a small break in the midst of venti skim extra whip peppermint white mochas. And I'm fine with it. Badasses drink black coffee, and I, my friend, am a badass. And I will be as cocky as I want about it.

But honestly, when a girl goes up to the register and asks, "What can I get that doesn't taste like coffee?" can you blame me?

Cold.

My favorite thing is when the wind rips through my body and gets into my oddly sensitive eyes, which makes them water. Because walking down the street with tears streaming down one's face is very manly.

And thus, it begins...

I've decided, against my better judgement, to start a blog.

I know you're worried, but I promise that I won't let it turn into some sort of emotional cesspit into which I pour my most ridiculous feelings.

We all know I'm not that kind of guy.

Irregardless (it's a joke, I promise), I'm pretty excited.