It's Sunday morning and there's a slight chill in the air...a chill I've been waiting for. School is getting tougher, but I remain pursuant to professor demands.

Autumn absolutely trumps any other season, and I'm so happy to hear it knocking on the backdoor.

As Mr. Reznor describes in his work "Only," "[I'm getting] less concerned about fitting into the world." How true. Truth.

I've made mistakes, and I realize at this point that I am alone in the recovery--always. I will prevail in my ambitions, and despite pessimisms from all directions, I won't accept defeat. Ever.

I'm stronger now, and I feel it.

Finals truly beat you, I'm sure I speak for most in saying that. It's great how professors feel the need to throw essays, projects and the like on their students shoulders weeks before the semester gets out. Meh.

I love it in Tucson, though. I finally got a job in a lab that studies memory and aging in the hippocampus.

I just want to sleep for a few days, I feel I need it. Meh.

Maus is one of the best graphic novels out there [opinion], so read it.

It's beer, or at least just like it.

I hate. Hate. What? Just hate it, hate me, hate? No, I love. Whatever.

I would appreciate a drop of truth every now and then or maybe some drop of recognition, but not for my successes--call me out on my failures! Whatever.

Every time jelly worries and complains about peanut butter, but jelly will always accept peanut butter. What the fuck? Whatever.

I've decided to live in a cave somewhere in Canada, just because Canada's amazing and nobody has any solid proof, part from fucking stereotypes that mean shit, that can prove otherwise. Blame America! Whatever.