Tears and Rain.

I threw my proverbial hat into the proverbial ring today. And by that I mean that I put in my application to get into the ol' U. Now, I'm well aware that the "hat into the ring" metaphor is usually reserved for instances wherein you get elected into something, but I just wanted to say it. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less.

It costs one hundred dollars to merely apply. Non-refundable. How much does that suck, hmm?

On a lighter note, I did get tickets to see Stars following the Superbowl. And Ian got us tickets to the New Pornographers. And I stole a school bus and drove around a bit. Then I left it idling in the middle of the street. That's right, that's the kind of badass I am. Plus, I just donated my entire paycheck to orphans...

with DISEASES.

Do you ever just feel like stabbing that painting?

ADDENDUM: Someone recently alerted me of the fact that Scream Skyflier has a new song up on its bio. Sweet.