Last week I was in Lake Geneva with Conci and her friends. It was a wonderful, brilliant time, and I'm sort of depressed to be back here. Some boys down my hall went to Windsor, Canada to go gambling and drinking. I really wanted to invite myself along, but sadly I did not. I'm too responsible, I guess.

Saw the Notwist on Thursday. I've got some photos I'm too lazy to download. They were very pretty and very german--and the opening band was Styrofoam, which was a one man dj who's set sounded a lot like "Kid A." The only problem is that Notwist were old. And the audience was as excited as one could expect--but I didn't think the show was brilliant. It was just good. After 7 years of concerts, I think I may finally be too old now. After the emotional Zwan fiasco and the anticlimactic Notwist show, it's become apparent that it's time for me to move on. A watershed has passed.

I saw "Anger Managment" Friday night--it was cute. Was supposed to go out with tom last night, but it didn't work out. I slept 12 hours both friday and saturday night. I'm hoping its just sleep debt and not something more serious.

"Ulysses" is boring me to death. It's like getting flayed with a rubber hose.