Holas, dawgs.

It's late, I should be sleeping (I have class in under five and one half hours), but clearly I'm not. I have a map quiz to study for, you see, and a blank map that doesn't adequately correspond with the terms given to me--it's a political map, you see, but what's really bad is that it's centered about seven degrees too far north. The shit in Greece! I can't find the shit in Greece!

But I'm going to enjoy it. Especially considering that one of the terms is Morea (like the Mines or Moria in Lord of the Rings). Morea, of course, would happen to be in Greece. Betcha don't know where, though! Suckers!

But yes. Also, I have decided that Undone by Weezer is the most epic non-epic song ever. It's quite delicious. Like sweet cherry pie.

To inject more information, I would like to declare that I am successfully mostly almost completely off-book for my play! This is wonderful, because it means I got to get out of rehearsal earlier than a few people today, and I made my director Finn happy with a heart-rending version of my forty-four line monologue (which should last about four hours) in one minute approximately.

And I had a French test today. I think I kicked its ass. In fact, I think the sheer force of impact, combined with the various fluids leaking from it and congealing, will result in it still being plastered to the door when I go back to class on Friday, at which point I will say "ha!"

Also, I had Indoor Soccer today. And today, like all days, whatever team I'm on is always kicking ass. Why? I'm not sure, actually. I'm not a stellar goalkeeper or anything--I hold my own and I actually enjoy it, which is good, sure, but I'm no heroic anti-goal figure like Rustu (long live the old guard of Turkish soccer; Hakan Sukur and Rustu will always be my heroes, even though they played for Galatasaray and Fenerbahce respectively--Besiktas would be the good, non-evil team, just in case you were wondering).

What else... I want to regale you, my children, I want to spill my guts so that you may be happy. Oh! I know! Arrested Development rocks! The late rehearsal time on Sunday allowed me to see it for the first time in... forever. It was awesome. I nearly orgasmed, even though, as always, there isn't any sensationalism.

Correction. I did orgasm.

Hahaha! HaHA!

Let's round this out... somehow... hmmm... watch me unravel--I'll soon be naked?

Or you can just keep loyal, dear readers, and read this shiz-nizzle-butt-dawg in the awkward intervals in which it comes out. Find the symbolism! Analyze the symbolism! Create the symbolism! And love your author! Dawg-diggity!

Hasta la byebye.