I am being a good student.

I have two hours before my next class, and instead of ditching said class and going home to be happy, eat bologna and cheese sandwiches, and watch Spongebob, I am waiting. I have my laptop, and I am waiting while I work on a philosophy paper.

This, of course, means that I am posting on Blogspot while I people watch through a window, and listen to Strapping Young Lad. I am also thinking about String Theory. There's an Asian girl in front of me. She's wearing four different bags and teal pants that say "Juicy" across the back where her non-existent ass should be, and "bling bling" down the left leg. According to string theory, there are an infinite number of parallel universes occupying this exact same place at this very moment. In a non-relativistically large number of these universes, I am occupying this same bench with this same laptop, looking at this same girl. Possible alternatives to this universe include:

1) One where her ass is, in fact "Juicy"

2) One where she recognizes that all of the contents of her four small bags could be put into one large bag.

3) One where the water fountain she stands infront of actually dispenses Mellow Yellow (somehow getting the carbonation right while managing not to rocket yellow syrup at her face)

4) One where I am a literate, technologically capable, blogging antellope. She, of course, is fine with this, as she is an antellope as well, dressed in misnomers, mechanically saying "Yeah," into her cell phone to her antellope friend.

I may attempt to write a song about String Theory. This could be difficult. I have ideas, but string theory seems like a pretty metal concept. Any time there are an infinite number of alternatives, at least a fair percentage of them have to involve potential murder. Metalocalypse has shown me that if there is anything truly metal in this world, it is murder (i.e. Breifcase Full of Guts, Mermaider (about mermaid-murder), Electric Ell-Chair, Scaled and Gutted and Deep Fried --- these are only the ones which pertain to aquatic life...). Would it make it less metal if I took my scope of String Theory and Relativity through the scope of Donnie Darko for lyrical purposes? I really think it would. It would also make it less intelligent, I think. And less respectable. I'm sorry I mentioned it.

It's not that I have a problem with Donnie Darko as a film (Actually, I think it was an intelligent little film with interesting characters, and an engaging concept showing through an interesting story line.). I do, however, have a problem with anything that has maintained a "cult following". I generally don't enjoy anything "cult" oriented, because that generally maintains that something is not as good as everyone thinks it is, and is cooler because people don't think it's good. And of course good is cool, and cool is good, and there are more and more layers of good v. bad and indie cred and whathaveyou, which I find frustrating. Layering is aggravating to me. This is why I cannot fully appreciate Alanis Morrisette's "Ironic".

Enough Asides. Closing statements? I have, for the first time, mentioned "Blogspot" in my blog, hosted on blogspot. This could only mean that my blog is now self-aware. I fear all hope is lost.