Today, I sold out in yet another way. I bought a pack of cigarettes. Granted, they're cloves, and granted, it's for a special occasion (can't have Beat Night without smokes), but still, I feel a little dirty. Helping the Man and whatnot.
An unrelated thought: Sometimes apathy is the best policy.
On a lighter note, at least it's warm again.
Quidam populorum audire rationi saepe nolunt.

I've been doing so much homework for Physics of Sound. It's almost enough to make me want to do my assignments on time. Perhaps even more than almost. Also, I'd be greatly indebted to anyone who can help me refresh my memory on some basic differential calculus, since I haven't touched it in three years.

Sitting here in Wiegand. For three whole hours. Only to move to the Graphics Lab for two more. All I have to say is, Tom's rehearsal for the pipe band concert had better go really really well. At least maybe I'll get some work done.

Just now, Jared found the URL for this Blog entirely too humorous for his own good, I think. I mean, granted, "I feel pretty" does sound pretty cool in Latin, but he nearly died. Crazy Gugg.

Jared's decision to set up a blog for The Beat made me break down and start my own as well. So, now you have an excuse to listen to every boring thing I may have to say. Enjoy!