You've got an organ in that song, that's why it has so much body.

DJ Shadow is the musical equivalent of the stranger who lures you with exotic candy and then brings you back to his house made of more delicious foodstuffs. He then lets you stay, linger a bit...But it is too late. You are ravenously devouring every single part of his household, reducing him to a pauper.

How could you, you awful awful person?

To use a cliched equation, Jared = shithead.

I have noticed that tv has replaced lives in people. That is a low state.

I'm making...connections. I know someone talented who says he's interested in corporate raiders. Much as I loathe the principle of it, cushy corporate job here I come! People want to, voluntarily, do investment banking. Ching Ching! And no they are not hammers going for your scrotum, however badly designed it is.

So gonna buy out Microsoft...using MAGIC.

I have to do UAC prefs. I have no idea. Psych at Syd is ridiculously competitive. 55 honours kids a year. And they accept transfers. Macquarie there's more, but they don't like transfers. Economics, Maths. Lots of maths. Goddamn it, just let me have my cake and eat it.

Ancient History would so cool. Fuck job prospects, my historian hatred of archaelogy will be validated and nurtured. *tear*

I had cake today. It was goooood cake. Muddy and glazy it was, staring deep into the depth of itself, finding only more mud and glaze underneath. It was heartbroken. It then crawled off to reside in the depths of someone else soul, giving joy and deliciousness as it spread.

A mud cake plague would be awesome.

Evo-licious.

Eh, we don't have a TV.

I am off to watch Scrubs and enjoy the last few days of my non-existent freedom. Nighty night.