[Off-]Campus Woes

There are too many goddamned people on this campus. I propose a new rule: all freshmen, idiots (is that redundant?), and annoying-looking people need to go back home. Unless they are from Athens in which case they are to go to someone else's home far, far away from here. Trust me, it's the only way to make commuting to and from campus not ridiculously painful.
Remember that episode of Doug where everybody had those shoes, the Air Somethings maybe, and Doug wanted them but couldn't afford them, and he saved his money and bought the shoes only they were out of his size and he had to buy them about twenty sizes too big and they looked like they were eating his legs, and the moral was that Doug should just wear his khaki shorts and sweatervests and whatever and not try to fit in? Well the shoes didn't look good on Doug and they don't look good on you, Mr. UGA Student. I have seen several guys around campus with enormous sneakers (the ones I saw on the bus today were Etnies) that look as if they must weight forty pounds and yet still manage to look inflatable. Seriously, dude, your feet won't be so heavy if you'll just get some flip-flops or something. Take a lesson from Doug. They don't look cool at all.
And finally, was Narrative Of The Life Of Frederick Douglass: An American Slave, Written By Himself Oh My God Could This Lame Title Be Any Longer this boring when we read it going into APUSH? I think the answer is yes. Yes, it was. But it puts me to sleep this time around, too. Twenty four, twenty four pages to go...

The Truth Is Not Kind

I've fallen into a little obsession with the song "All I Want" by Toad The Wet Sprocket in the past several months. I've always been so woefully behind on music like that. I don't believe I owned a Green Day CD until 11th grade or so. Now I like to think that I'm fairly up-to-date on music (even if it's not the popular, radio-friendly stuff that I'm up-to-date on), but every now and then I'll discover something that I remember my classmates listening to in 5th grade. Maybe they were just ahead of their time.
Today my News Writing professor pulled up a few blogs on the big projector in class, and I was struck with the fear that he'd stumble across mine. He was searching for blogs related to UGA and the journalism school's ex-Dean to show us how you can find a story idea on the internet just based on what bloggers are saying, for example. It may seem silly that I was so eager for him to not find my blog, given that I used to be so cavalier about its readership, but do I really need a lecture hall full of sleepy journalism students looking at my Charleston pictures and listening to me wax obsessive about music? No thanks.
I think sometime soon I'll post some apartment pictures, so there's something of substance to look at while I can't be bothered to write anything here. It gets tough, y'know. But hold me to it, or else I know I'll forget all about it.

I Only Wanna Be With You

I'd write something if something would ever happen. I move in three days though, so we'll see. We shall see.
Ahem.
Hootie and the Blowfish will be performing and signing CDs on August 13th at the Windward Walmart. Just so you know. And to think that not four years ago I saw these guys at Chastain Amphitheater...I mean, no I didn't. That totally never happened. I swear.
But yeah, if I were you, and I were still living in Alpharetta come August 13th, I would make a point to go see Hootie and the gang at Walmart. I think the sign said it's at noon. Be sure and bring your copy of "Cracked Rear View" for them to sign.