For the record, no, Amazon.com, I don't want to buy Metroland. For whatever reason, my recommendations seem to think I want the DVD of the movie with this old nightmare in it.

Coming up on the last two weeks of school here. It's surreal, to be almost done. And, as much as I love it here, every time a break comes up, I'm filled with this overwhelming feeling of "Yes--they time these just right, I need to get home." My friends here--and maybe even the ones from home as well--often wonder how I do it, going away so far to school. They occassionally go home for weekends. Their friends from home have met us. They actually can take some of their shit home for summer. I've gotten the "I couldn't do that--I mean, what if you got a boyfriend, and couldn't visit him over the summer?" or "I'd miss my friends too much" thing about fifty times.

Yet--I don't think I'd have it any other way. There's some sort of wonder in being the transient, the one far-from-home, despite the fact that I don't percive myself as being that much removed...

My first few weeks here, I was painfully homesick. I had the thoughts others voice to me still, "What am I doing here, in Wisconsin? What the hell kind of place is this?" But after a while, it's all your home. You know you'll have summers. And, you know, on those summers, you'll begin missing whatever the hell kind of place you're at, as well.

I wouldn't have it any other way--to have two sets of friends you can truly enjoy (which some of my friends here don't have the luxury of--they'll be going to hometowns empty of interesting folks) may make for a sense of longing at all times. But you'll always have someone to go to, in the end.

Meh, I'm getting nostalgic again. Nevermind ol' me. I'm about to bust the "I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS" shizz, too, haha!

Well, moving along. Soon on neubauten.org they're giving all the supporters a free download of a double promo CD, and I'm looking forward to that biotch.

Furthermore: new fliers for Gods and Monsters (look at that sexy bod! Okay, okay... I'll be quiet...) and for Bowling For Columbine, which had a Fucking Terrific Turnout. Also in there we had Caravaggio, which is a hole lot of foppery and confusion and Mark-Hamill-crying Sean Bean, but I just saved that one to disk, apparently.

It's actually been movie central, here. Last night I also watched Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me, which has the mind-blowing combo of David Lynch AND David Bowie, and is a whole lotta good. I now, of course, need to see the entire Twin Peaks TV series, which was 24 episodes of David Lynch naming the embodiment of all evil Bob and having a midget talk backwards and then playing it forwards, and a whole lot of Kyle MacLachlan, who can only seem to be in Lynch's movies (see Dune, Blue Velvet, et al) and probably a whole lot more confusion. God, I love you, David Lynch. There's still a great deal of his movies I have not seen. But, you know, he did direct a movie with John Hurt. So I'm sure you love him, too. Twin Peaks also has bits which make you think that the folks at Atlus saw it, got drunk, and made the Persona series--which, of course, proves how blissfully mind-breaking the series is, that those Lovecraftian Jungian Bolan-lovers would enjoy it...

And now back to Hegel. And also a wonderful book we're reading for Comp. Religious Ethics, Peter Unger's Living High & Letting Die, all about how we, the upperclass, live under an illusion of innocence when we don't help others in need! WEE! Seriously, though--you're all laughing. This shizz is right up my dark, activist alley.

Music? : Godspeed You Black Emperor! - "East Hastings"