The odd hours of the night. I just got back from watching Life is Beautiful in the basement of Lawrence's cavernous Freshman dorm. It was bittersweet, and I'm not sure yet if I liked it. I think I did. It feels like I've been beaten up by a clown.

I'm hearing good things about the Spider-Man movie. I guess Kevin Smith was just full of himself and wrong.

After watching the wonderful feature-length series finale of Daria, I went outside so I could be outside. I was supposed to meet Greg for dinner at 5:15, but he didn't show, and rather than go eat The D.J insisted that we sit and wait for half-an-hour. We ended up eating with The Mustacheless Man, which was of course entertaining.

Afterwards Greg and Nick-From-Next-Door started a little party of sorts in the room, with Dr. Katz and everything. I really didn't feel like that kind of thing tonight, so when someone mentioned Life is Beautiful I left, trying unsuccessfully to save The D.J from his own boredom.

Which was nice of me. I'm so great. But he declined.

Anyways, later.