We like to dance. That wasn't the first thing I was actually going to type, but my mind began wandering/wondering and "We like to dance" happened. Gosh, that is exciting.

I'm thinking about doing the National Student Exchange Program, and heading up to Massachusetts. Or Oregon. Or Texas. Or, uh...Narnia. Hey, if anyone likes Bob Dylan, can you send me a message as way of explanation? I don't really get... - maybe let me know which songs you think are any good.

I just read Craig Thompson's Blankets again, which is an autobiographical account of Craig's first love with scenes from his childhood dispersed throughout the pages, as well as the way his personal perceptions and philosophies evolved as a result of several major tragic and beautiful experiences. You can find a couple pages here, but you'll have to buy the graphic novel from either Top Shelf Productions or Amazon to read the whole story. If you have any inclination toward graphic novels, this is definitely worth the ten bucks you'll shell out on Amazon. It's also definitely worth the thirty bucks it costs at Top Shelf, so if you're rich support Craig by head over to Top Shelf.

"Hey Mr. Dinosaur you really couldn't ask fo mo." The Police. They are so good. I listened to the whole Message in a Bottle set today at work; I will finish it in a few minutes, anyway.

After I read something as powerful and real as Blankets, though, I can't pay attention to any responsibilities that I don't really care about. Like school. Doesn't it all just seem useless? I'm going to go to a study session with some other kids for a criminology course, and it's going to happen that I have to sit down and hear the importance they attach to the material that most of them don't care about or want to learn in the first place. It's a willful decision to go there, so I accept responsibility for depressing myself, but that doesn't make it any funner. Or fun. Oh, that movie Charlie Bartlett. Have you heard of it? Avoid it. My friend really wanted to see it, the same one that wanted to see Fool's Gold, but I said okay, why not. The story is easy to predict, and all of the actors figured that since they had been in other, good, movies, they wouldn't have to act in this one. Except Robert Downey, Jr., who is always good. We'll pretend Iron Man isn't coming out. But that's not gonna be that bad in the way Transformers wasn't bad. Downey gets chased by, and then ditches, fighter jets. With his feet-rockets.