I'm listening to my old Lifehouse CD at the moment. They really are good, every once in a while.

This morning I lazed around in my colorful pajama pants, accomplishing nothing until well after lunch. My housekeeping doesn't count, nor does watching the pre-recorded debate on drug legalization that Larson recommended. Though the latter was informative.

Once again at lunch I sat with Project 2501's posse, though this time without Project 2501 himself. They're always playing some crazy prank, it's like they learned to be college students from movies based on college students.

Apparently they messed with some really drunk girl at a frat party, and they don't know if she remembers their youthful shenanagins. I guess there's nothing wrong with mooning a tipsy coed, as long as I'm far, far away from the whole situation.

Dramatic Theory and Criticism is going to be fun (Plato, Freud, Marx, Shakespeare and Goethe, all in one class, folks). It's in the same room as my American Writers class, which means that all my classes are in the same building this term. Ah yes, and while my American Writers class has well over thirty people, Dramatic Theory and Criticism boasts well over three.

I had a traditional dinner with The D.J, Nick-From-Next-Door, and Greg, which was suprisingly interesting. On the way to dinner The D.J and I attempted to envision a world where atoms, electrons and elements in general are replaced by the powers from Captain Planet.

Snow, for example, is water, wind, and a tiny bit of heart. People are earth, fire, and heart. The Greeks would be proud.

Tonight I went to The D.J's April Fool's Day 'Concert' with Ann and Helen of Stillwater. The D.J was pretty funny; he even had everyone cheer "hurrah" at the end, furthering my half-serious scheme to distort our language to a antiquated and clumsy hodgepodge of Middle English, super-villian diction, and words like hodgepodge.

The rest was a bit, well, either above or beneath my sense of humor. A little too visual for me. I dunno. Maybe it was over my head because the concert revolved around musical jokes. I did enjoy a few of the gags, though, like the metronome-only song. All in all, it was worth going to, seeing as my only other goal for the night was to finish watching every South Park episode ever made.

Ah, and read. Reading was in the plan at one point. I read some Grimm fairy tales for Intro to German Lit tomorrow; that one with the fisherman and the magic fish is written in what appears to be Plattdeutsch (Low German) -it's all umlaut this and umlaut that, with too many extra vowels- I'm putting it off until tomorrow.

Well, time for some rest. Later.