"Anger is a precious gift not to be squandered on assholes."

So says my dad, with whom I talked with for a while on the phone today. It was the first real fulfilling phone conversation with the 'folks in a while, I think that's due to the fact that the stress is starting to recede or get more manageable. The downside is I haven't been able to write much outside of class, but the things I've been required to write have been pretty enjoyable lately.

I was up at 9 on Saturday, which most certainly breaks some kind of college law of physics. Friday night was the first night I didn't out in a while, and damn it was refreshing. I got a big chunk of work done on one of my final projects and managed to enjoy myself in the process, I really hope that by the time I go back home I'll be sick of socializing so that the lack of things to do in Georgia will seem peaceful, not like a burden.

Now that old man winter is getting his ass out of the door, it's easier to look outside and feel introspective in a way that isn't depressing. Yesterday I rode the bus to the mall with Kenton and Jeff, and I did a lot of city watching – I forgot what cities look like when they're sunny and thawed out. I imagine the south this summer will be a pleasant change for a few weeks and then I'll go back to hating the scorch, but whatever. I sat out on the quad yesterday while it was sunny and got a little toasted by the sun. In Syracuse, you say? It's more likely than you think.

The last couple of weeks have been filled with a lot of generic college debauchery, resulting in a lot of babysitting drunk friends, amongst other things.. (I accidentally used the phrase 'going out with a bang socially' on the phone with my mom the other day and when she responded, I could hear the eternal maternal worry jittering beneath her laughter.) I think that candid facebook photos will be the downfall of our generation, I can't wait to see what our grandkids will think of our disregard for discretion, and I also wonder what stupid things they'll do to top it. Fuckups in space? The apocalypse?

Whatever they do, I hope I'm alive to blog about it.

Enjoy the season.