This modern love breaks me

I have the inexplicable urge to do cartwheels at the moment, as I often did in math class. My shirt is unbuttoned and bared for all the world to see. My right leg is bouncing up and down and making me mipss the keuys ofg teh keyaboaird.
I need sleep.

So much has happened in the last few weeks that I can't even remember it all. I've seen more indie movies than an average person watches in a lifetime. I've fallen in love with Yossarian and Dale Harding. I've gone skinny dipping in a pool of newly-discovered music; listened as the sound waves washed over my feet up into my balls and from there traveled up my spine into my unfortunately open mouth. I've packed the last eight years or so years of my life into cardboard boxes. I've met another future Simon's Rock student and lost miserably at bowling. I went to Ohio and back. I went to Kennywood and back. I didn't go to a concert but came back. I owe the Carnegie Library over seventy dollars.
(You know, of course, that we do these things just so that when we wake up the next morning we can say that we did them. We don't actually believe in anything.)
Also, a certain well-renown and californian stranger is visiting tomorrow. It's an awful shame that the people who would most enjoy his company are either gone or leaving.
Ah well. More for me!

Song of the day:
Tiger in a Tower & Tonight on the WB- The Comas
They're awful Wilcoish. I love the music video; it made me laugh. It gives new meaning to the phrase "this is so good it's gone past bad and back to good again."

Wouldn't Fight Club be great as a Wes Anderson movie? With Bill Murray as the narrator and Angelica Huston as Marla. I can see it now, in all it's quirky, costumed, pastel glory...
P.S. Snape is a good guy.