Ballerinas and tiny dancers don't mix with rocketmen.

To start off, Brad Pitt may be a Scientologist, but he sure can act in those Bourne movies.


And now I shall commence total boredom, to which this blog will be nothing but trolling/whining/ raging over the most ridiculous things possible.

I wake up in the morning, usually taking an additional 14 minutes to stare at my ceiling, thinking about what the hell I'm doing up, then finally doing a barrel roll to the right, falling. Of course I don't fall to the floor as I haven't unpacked everything. So I fall into a plethora of nylon, and I just eat my way out of the poly carbon forest.

After that, I endured a 3 hour graduation ceremony at OSU. After the band (did I mention community?) "performed" for an hour and half, I was so glad that I was at the University of Oregon. It was the equivalence of the piece called "Ode to my Bari-Sax". And five bucks says you are probably googling that now or you are planning on doing that in the future if you are a band geek like me. Too bad it doesn't exist. Aryan would like that.

I do not appreciated bands that play poorly for graduation ceremonies, that one *points at OSU* was worse than Alan Rickman's answering machine. You may counter argue that you can't please everyone and that not everyone has the experience in music to critic the imbalances the band carries as it performs their pieces. But for graduation, everything matters. It's suppose to be the second best day of your life, only behind from the day of your wedding. And to hear bands playing music as if they just threw babies up in the air to catch them with bayonets sickens me.