I don't know what happened in between that rebellious young sprite and this washed up college student struggling to finish six blogs before I leave this desk. I was going somewhere with this, but I forget where. So in lieu of that I think this would be a good time and place to do a quarter-life assessment.

I sit in front of three parking tickets, from various times in the past few weeks when I've lost or otherwise neglected my car. I found my bike last night while skateboarding because I thought my bike had been stolen. I left it on the bike rack outside our class last wednesday. In fifth grade I thought I had been shot but really a kid had just thrown an egg at my head. I did accidentally stick a tack in my temple last year however. I also thought kiddie porn was "kitty porn" until last year. A documentary I was making for an independent study is due tomorrow but both Pitzer’s and my harddrive are out of space so I’m not sure what to do. Mario, I copped your suicide idea for my final media sketchbook film. Lindsay, the music you asked about from our prank-remake video is DJ Schmolli “satan.omen.death,” chosen by Mario. And Clay, I feel like I’m leaving you out of this list of people who won’t read this, did you know Lawless brought your Bush bombing video up at the trial? I can’t remember why, but oh, did she bring it up. And I’m forgetting Professor Fitzpatrick: I’m sorry I haven’t responded to your email, as you can see I’ve been busy blogging but I will get to it asap.