Oh, Bowling Green.

I managed to find all of my classes today, despite our online scheduling system's big crash. I had to wing it off of what I remembered from registration. It was like Where's Waldo, only minus the fun. Not that Where's Waldo was ever really fun to begin with.

Tomorrow I will be putting my name in ink on an apartment lease with the one and only Erick Carlson. Our lives will never be the same.

And hopefully tomorrow, Peter and I will be making some recordings for my debut album on piano, including the hit song "Joyce, Joyce, Joyce, Joyce, Joyce (You Make Me Smile)" featuring Emily "E. Bizzle Stat!" Berens on ukulele. Peter is a genius at everything. Without him, there would be nothing in the world to entertain me. His lyrics, especially, are phenomenal, as you will all soon hear for yourselves.

I'm keeping my fingers crossed for Dustin to play me GONDOR THE CONDOR, but I don't think it's happening anytime soon. Which both makes my day and ruins it at the same time.

In conclusion, things are basically back to normal at BG. I leave you with this marvelous snapshot in time from winter break:

There's something really funny about pretending to be wasted.