So apparently, I’m like the only person who had a good day today. But you know what? Screw it, I haven’t had a good day in weeks. I get this moment!

So rejoice! Here are reasons why today was good:

I love my philosophy teacher. He’s just such a philosophy teacher. His hair’s always messed up, all his long-sleeve shirts are almost worn through at the elbows, and his pants are always, like, two inches too short. I think he knows this, though, because 98% of the time his socks are color-coordinated with his shirt. The coolness factor of that alone makes me long to be a philosophy major, so there’s not much more I can say.

The lights went off in band! The lights went off in band!

I am an essay machine. Seriously, I think I should start selling these bad boys on the internet with really ambiguous and downright naughty titles. Like my essay on Freud’s The Interpretation of Dreams could be entitled The Phallus in the Rough: Oh It’s There, You Just Have to Find It.

I have an A in math. And no, you don’t have to go check, I already have—hell has indeed frozen over.

Actually, I have an A in everything.

As I explained briefly to Matt earlier, today I feel this overwhelming, unbridled love for all humanity that I haven’t felt for weeks—hell, months. It must be the Aquarian in me.

I’ve declared that I shall be giving free lap dances to whomsoever inquires until this mood subsides. And hey, who knows when that will be, so best get crackin’!

Claude tried out his new outfit in full tonight. He looks smokin’.