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College.  It's kind of a big deal!

I really regret going to as much of New Student Orientation as I have.  It was a whole lot of walking for only a bit of information I didn't already have.  Oh yeah, did I mention that it's been over 90 all week with (mild) humidity?
Additionally, the activities have been all EFY oriented.  And there have been quite a few ridiculously happy and overly enthusiastic people.  Honestly, I just wish everybody would calm down and STFU once in a while.
And I've had no internet for a while (yay, library).
But all complaining aside, college shouldn't suck.  If all else fails, I can stay in my room all day and make/listen to music.
Also!  One of my roommates (not the one you know) set off our smoke detector this morning making pancakes.

Mostly, though, I just needed an excuse to post this.
Also, to make up for my Orientation and internet woes(2 hours at the IT building trying things I've already done to find out my ethernet card is broked!), I'm going to a free concert tonight.

Shining Oculars

No, I didn't take this picture.  Who do you think I am?

I went to the Bright Eyes concert on Thursday.

Good news: it was free.

Bad news: it was free.

I probably would have preferred it costing money because then there (a) wouldn't be so many people there, (b) there wouldn't be so many dumb people there, and (c) I would have been closer, because of there would have been less people.

It was an excellent concert, however.  The only thing Conor Oberst has ever done wrong is be too dramatic, which definitely showed as he made a point to introduce every one of his band members, distinguished by reverb and delay when he shouted their names and punctuated by a short jam in between introductions.

Yet it was hardly introductions.  He did all this during the encore, if I remember right.

The biggest problem was the people; they were all too happy to be at a Bright Eyes concert.  People should listen to Bright Eyes with the intent of getting so deliriously sad that they can't even think how to feel better.  But the people there were all so happy.  Or drunk.  Whatever.

Nod of Approval

I'd like to introduce you to this man whose name I don't know.  I found him at work and he is probably the most amazing person in the world.

Oh, and also, the only thing I know about him is that he knows how to pose for a picture:

Yeah.  Best picture ever.

And my Gape-Mouthed-Stare this week goes to school websites, for being horribly designed, awfully confusing, and having unrelated content.

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The Planet of the Apes prequel came out today, very aptly titled Rise of the Planet of the Apes, or, as I like to call it, Rise of the Planet of the Articles.  It actually got some very good reviews, which came as a surprise to me.  I guess it shouldn't have, they got James Franco to sign on to it.  But the whole idea of it was just sorta weird to me or something.


Conceptually, it makes sense.  But the whole science part of this science-fiction film seems a bit weak to me.  The ability of the brain to grow and adapt is nothing new—any psychology student could tell you that (haha, psychology).  There aren't chemicals that can permanently enhance the brain that I know of.  I could be wrong.  I guess I'm focusing too much on the science part of it.  I mean, really, how important can something that only makes up half of a genre title be?