Did you know that I like C.S. Lewis? I do. The man had some great stuff on paper. A little while ago, I drew something inspired by this quote of his:

“We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge–the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.”

Friday night marked my first ever night class, the class being PoliSci 102. As I suspected, it’s filled with thirty and fortysomethings who have very, very important political opinions that must be publicly announced every 3 minutes. And there’s that one guy who sits at the way front of the class, as close as he possibly can, and he’s always laughing it up with the prof. They’re such great friends! Check out these guys! Great buddies!

Last paragraph could’ve been summed up with bleah. But, the class looks easy enough. In no time at all, I’ll have my Associates degree, which I can carry in a briefcase and wave around for the comic relief of future employers before they call security to toss me out the front window.

Oh yeah, I never wrote about the Mae/Copeland show that we all went to last Sunday, where Dave and I were the only people buying the tickets at the door ’cause everyone else already got theirs online, but we weren’t worried about it selling out because shows at the Epicentre never sell out, right? It never sells out when you’re only a few spots from the ticket window, just two freakin’ people in front of you, like some bad episode of Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, so that you and David Silverman end up driving over to the nearby In&Out and eating your troubles away like downtrodden women?

Ah right, maybe that’s why I didn’t write about it. Time to take some more Represitol.

*coughcough* oh yeah, and Yellowcard on The Inferno? What’s that all about?