Happiness is new crap

Not really. But kind of.

Yesterday, I bought the first two seasons of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. I happen to be in love with this show and I was amazed to find it. Best Buy and Circuit City didn't have them which made me sad, but Hastings did, so all is good.

And today on a whim, my roommate and I went to the bookstore on campus (I will have a rant about them soon) and I ended up getting Chuck Klosterman's Sex, Drugs and Cocoa Puffs and Barack Obama's Dreams of My Fathers. I'm in the middle of a whole bunch of books, so I'm not sure when I'm actually going to get a chance to read them. I hope to read Obama's book before the election though.

Speaking of elections, I'm getting excited! First debagte is this week. I must admit I'm looking forward to seeing Joe Biden verbally assault Sarah Palin with words. Obama is ahead in the polls, and I need to get deputized to register voters. I might do that tomorrow.

I'm disturbed by how easily I'm convinced to not do my homework. Any type of distraction is welcomed by me. Currently, I'm supposed to be writing an essay, but no. I'm here typing away at some banal story of my past days. Soon though, my blogs will be interesting...one day.