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Merhaba, olaklarlim.

I've noticed a direct correlation between blogging and properly attending class. It's simple, really: most of the time, I blog when I'm in between classes and stuck at UT with nothing better to do. When I don't go to class, I can fill my life with other mindless activities and forget about blogging alltogether. Those other mindless activities don't work so well on UT computers, though, because it just seems improper to do most of them while I'm using university resources. Blogging, on the other hand, can be considered as a more intellectual and meaningful pursuit.

I need to make sure I go to class more often.

The sun is streaking through a small slit of unblinded window in such a way that I can see a reflection of my The Darkness concert t-shirt in the monitor. I also can temporarily blind myself if I look up and a little to the right.

I was sad yesterday, because at dinner some guy was asking a bunch of people if they wanted to watch Arrested Development with him. I tried to make some sort of comment about how that show was where it was at while he was nearby, but he didn't hear me. I didn't get invited to watch. It made me very sad when I thought about it, and I lost much of my appetite. I went ahead and cocooned myself, took part in some mindless activities on my dear computer, and watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind in an effort to get catharsized out of my feeling of ick.

It was really cool, of course. It helped me get to sleep too. But I still feel sad. I wish I were better at making friends and socializing. Especially socializing. I could have invited myself to that kid's Arrested Development jamboree with my usual loud Cantayness, but I just waited and hoped.

And I could go on about today's feelings, but I like you guys. I don't want to torture you with excessive emotion.

But before I depart the world of generally terrible things, let me share one more generally terrible thing with you: I waited so long to get tickets to see The Shins that there are no more left. I lost track of the days somewhere, and when I went to look for tickets yesterday I was all aghast to find none. Anywhere. Pretty awful, huh?

Just like at GW and Texas Tech, the polls for student elections have recently closed here at UT. I don't think anyone voted. Apparently we're living in a one-party system, and from time to time I could see creepily bad advertisements trying to get out the vote, which were probably created by the corrupt single-party state. Universities kind of seem like constitutional monarchies such as what Nepal used to be, where the king held the vast majority of power but allowed the people to elect representatives that would work on small issues and censure people and stuff like that. At GW this constitutional monarchy is moving slowly towards a more proper democracy, but the king still has a lot of power and is an idiot and a jackass (you know, donkey--no, I didn't swear). At Texas Tech, I have no idea what the government's power is or what the king is like, but I sure hope Damian can claim a seat in the senate and try to wrest control away from the privileged elites who seem to have thus far made the representative part of government suck. Here at UT, the monarch seems to be the guarantor of our rights more than the government. Kind of like in Thailand, except with a much more generally powerful king. No one seems to care too much about elections because the king seems to be running things pretty well, and everyone knows he's the real mover and shaker. The problem with that, though, is that the king might die or get senile. Then what do we do? We need a strong elected government to counter that possibility and generally provide a check against the king's usually-benevolent rule. Sadly, I don't think I'll be eligible for office next year. If I were, I'd totally form a party called the Awesome Party, which would promise competence and fairness while it waited to see if the head of state died or went mad.

And that's all from my neck of the woods for now. I shall go off to eat. Hasta la byebye, my young goatlings.