I've hibernated all summer.

Seriously, what the fuck happened to summer? Like, I remembered I had a blog here at 3:01 in the morning, which says a lot about summer. I saw that I hadn't updated in 2 months, and then I saw that the last post which was 2 months ago was about graduation, and it still feels like a week. Maybe that's because I'm lazy and haven't done shit all summer, or maybe it's because I'm one-half an emotionally stunted manchild who takes a while to catch on. And I know me and how I operate, and shit's not going to sink in until either a.) I watch Baby Looney Tunes before the first day of college because I'm a badass who scheduled shit so he can watch cartoons and MXC, or b.) I show up, and realize that I only know 3-4 people there, and there's no support system. Bittersweet, no?

Anyways, one productive thing I *have* been doing is working on a bit of a project, or something I said I was going to do the summer after graduation, which is making a massive playlist on my iPod called "BHS Pride" (something I didn't get until now, oddly enough), about all the songs that represent high school for me, so that's what a lazy person does, I guess. 167 songs as of now, obviously lots of The Shins, Green Day, the usual, etc. I might post it, I might not. I get self-conscious. Not sure why I have a blog if I feel self-conscious.

One of my favorite comedians Lewis Black recently decided that blogging was the root of all evil. I might have to reconsider this whole thing. Black is probably the best alive, since Carlin died earlier this summer. When it rains, it pours, I guess. Although, according to him, Carlin will never die, he'll just pass away. Fucking euphemisms.