''raver's fantasy"

Just got back from five hours of raving with JoJo, and ... I'm exhausted. To put it lightly. But it was AWESOME.

By the way, listen to this:

It's increasingly obvious that pharmaceuticals producing Xanax, Adderal, etc. fund the War on Drugs because they know they can't patent recreational drugs.

I probably party too much.

Oh hey there

I created a Rubens Tube for when I teach about sound waves and air density this semester.



This is going to be so much fun to play dubstep to over the weekend. I'm just afraid how drunks will respond if the speaker catches on fire, heh.

Sundry winter excursions aside [no money =/], I'm exceedingly happy. One of those bizarre stages in your life where you love everyone, everywhere. Provoked by anthropomorphic Disney characters, two very great friends, and a healthy diet of sweet tea, perhaps. Or just peace. Or beer. Or new books. Or a new electric piano. Or the knowledge I'm a stronger person now who puts himself first and doesn't let himself be controlled. Or a combination thereof.

Fun song to listen to on the couch with a close group of friends. I'm sure being blazed would aid the melody, but weed ain't my drug of choice.

This past year has repeatedly imparted on me the realization most people are petty and only interested in self-gratification.