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From that Daily Entertainment:

( Five lives Kim could have led. )

( Five things Kim wished she had. )

( Five of Tom's plans for after the zombie apocalypse. )

Whee memes.

Ugh, I am very, very hungry, I have a lot of reading I didn't do, and last night I caught my roommate's bad mood after listening to her tale of heartbreak over the unavailable boy she's in love with (I sympathize, I do, I just -- don't know what to do besides nod and make sympathetic noises).

My parents went home at 4 AM this morning, after a week here. It was perfectly wonderful to see them, but I think a week of near-constant contact with them while trying to do schoolwork was about all I could handle. I'm not sure you can say that my work has suffered appreciably -- it's not like I did significantly more reading before they visited than during their visit -- but I am trying to stay on top of things better, and having dinner with them every night made that very difficult.

Still and all. I shouldn't defeat this day before it's even started by grumbling. I'll get dressed and go print stuff out and get breakfast, and then things will go well.

OH. I did look at a really awesome house yesterday, and assuming we can find people to sublet to over the summer, I think we're gonna go for it. HOUSE.

Moment of rampant fangirlism/girlishness/photospam for the day

And my Roots of Rock'n'Roll class finally hits Bob Dylan.

Knowing that this may not be a popular opinion in my class, I have to share it here:

( NGUH. )

He is so freaking skinny. That was my main impression of him when I saw him in concert: he's like a rake. That, and he's totally incomprehensible when he sings in concert. Totally. I only recognized "Like a Rolling Stone" because of the guitar riff on the chorus.

I ought to make some icons.