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:: Wednesday, September 03, 2003 ::

Physics, Philosophy, and "Faithless, The Wonderboy"
Your quiz, o neglected readers, is to determine which of these classes is actually a fine specimen of modern music. I've been spending many a late night listening to the some of the finest, most powerful music my collection has to offer. Unfortunately, it carries most of the same emotional subtext of a lonely, rich man getting drunk off overpriced wine and sobbing in the enormous halls of his mansion. It's hard to say why, but I've got two generally sound ideas:

1. My whole college social life is out of groove (oh, and then I'm in trouble. Enormous props, no pun intended, to those with the savvy to get that reference). Leah's gone quite often, leaving me with a giant, lonely apartment that I don't even have the spirit to finish moving into; there's two mattresses lying around the living room, and I only know where one of them came from. Boxes of my shit huddle in the corners, full of old work and books that I take to school like merit badges for being a Decent Human Being.

2. My relationship with Jenn, for the first time ever, is open. Yikes. It's open for the purposes of preserving it

One of these days, I'm going to getting around to that little e-social meme of blogging a little blurb about 20 random people in one's buddy list. Read: I vaguely intend to get around to that little e-social thing I saw in Emi's blog concerning little blurbs about 20 random people in one's buddy list. Sort of speaking of which, I don't know whether I want this or not. I have no functional need for it whatsoever, but goddamn, what a radicool poser I'd be with a DDR messenger bag...I really miss DanceDancing. We're a TV away from reincarnating Ben-Haus in poor Johnicholas' bedroom.

1235 tracks in playlist, average track length: 4:05
Estimated playlist length: 84 hours 3 minutes 31 seconds
(731 tracks of unknown length)


:: Aziz 6:51 PM
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