Some Thoughts:

THE DECEMBERISTS. WTF. I listened to some Castaways and Cutouts on a whim the other day, and now I can't get enough. I have no idea what happened to me.

I'll be playing proper Dungeons & Dragons this Monday for the first time in my life. Sure, I messed around a few times back in the day with some friends, but never in any substantial way. Billy helped me create my character, Phineas Gage, a 19-year old wizard who dropped out of Fire Mages University (F.U.) because, frankly, it was an insult to his intelligence. He travels with his rat familiar, Fitzpatrick, and his mule, Linda. Linda carries his tent, blankets, candles and bedroll. He needs his rest if he's to properly cast, you see. He, like every character I've ever created in everything, hates elves. I can't wait to start.

Today I had Self Identity and the Mind-Brain Question, which at the moment seems like a hodgepoge of topics rolled into one basic psych course. Our textbook is the account of a man who suffered head trauma in World War II, permanently altering his mental state. One would have though that we would have been reading about the man who I named my character after, the real Phineas Gage. But, we've all learned about that guy in high school, so it's refreshing to see something new. We will, it was revealed, be watching Donnie Darko in class. When our professor asked if we'd seen it, I LOLed. The girl next to me looked at me funny, and I shrugged and said "We're Columbia students." She smiled.

As previously mentioned, I totally used a typewriter today, and it was kind of a disaster. I hope she keeps that letter forever, because if my ass ever gets famous the letter that looks like a four-year old hammered away at it will be worth a fortune. I got the hang of it near the end of it, and even used it to address the envelope.

I am pure class.