I'll make this brief...

because I'm in my grandma's room and she wants to go to sleep.

this story is actually kinda about my grandma, so it works out really well. How? I don't know. But listen to what I have to say...

For the last 2 or 3 years, my grandma has bought me a subscription to Newsweek (which I read half of and skip over anything political because it's the SAME every week. Really, they should just put out one issue a year [I guess they'd have to start calling it Newsyear] and have one article that succinctly says, "It's all been pretty bad."). Anyways, just recently i got a hold of a few Rolling Stone magazines. The day after getting my hands on these babies I told ol' Grama to cancel Newsweek and get me some Rolling Stone. I figure at this point in my life (I'm 21[but my birthday's on Nov. 9th {gifts can be left in Pomona box #244, thanks.}]) I want to stop pretending I care more than I do about politics and most world issues.

Really, all I want to know about is Music, Movies, and who has been busted for Marijuana possession. Thats what I really care about. That doesn't make me a bad person. I don't think one can really help what they're interested in. Rolling Stone also has articles on political so-and-so and current events from a very left-of-center POV. And I enjoy that as well because I'm closed-minded, which might make me a bad person. It depends who you ask. The point is, Willy Nelson is rad because he's still just livin the dream.

One interesting difference between Newsweek and Rolling Stone is the advertisements. I guess it goes without saying that they're different, but I just feel more at home in the pages of Rolling Stone, where every advertisement is for alcohol, a car, or a gadget of some sort (usually something that makes phone calls and/or plays mp3s). In Newsweek, most of the ads were for other people. Ads for things like heart medication, Xerox machines and T. Rowe Price featuring people in their 50s looking pensive are not holding my attention for more than the half a second it takes to turn the page.

Anyways, I gott go cause Grams is really breathing down my neck. She says hi, btw.