"I wanna be wanna be wanna be Jim Morrison."

Don't we all? Sorry I've not been behind my promises to post more often, turns out that I've had a lot of schoolwork this week. Oh well. I guess that's what I get for going to college. I'm kind of shocked that it's already miterm season, I'm already behind on reading, and already spending late nights caffeinated out of my mind wondering why the heck I bother. Other than the craziness though, life's pretty good. I still get a chance to pick up my bass or sit down at my piano and play a bit sometimes, and whenever I step outside I can always look up and thank God for everything that I've received today. Speaking of thankful, today was the fourth anniversary of the death of the great Chuck Jones. Not that I'm thankful that he's gone by any means, great cartoons about greedy ducks and suave rabbits and overly optimistic coyotes are always something to be thankful for. Anyways, it's 1:00 in the morning, I've finished my paper, and I'm going to bed. I should be able to post something enlightening (I use the term flippantly) tommorow, I guess tonight's post is my inner teenager posting to his imaginary myspace. I guess that means that I should say something like "Love like you've never been hurt" and probably mention that I'm listening to the latest All American Rejects or Fallout Boy CD or whatever, and how it really hits me right where I'm at, yo. Yeah, that darn girl who broke my heart. Should I also be pissed at the 'rents for something? I'm no good at this.