Current mood:	okay
Current music:	Fleetwood Mac "World Turning"

Auld Lang ZING!
New Years Eve is kind of a shitty holiday. That's really the only "ZING" I have, so you might leave this entry disappointed.

I'm about to head out with Elyse and Katie for some impromptu, likely suburban fun. I wanted to take this time to think of my favorite 2008 thangs: graduation, 30 Rock, Tina Fey for eternity, the fine folk of Barnes & Noble, haphazard Advocate opportunties (Jackie Collins, I'm looking at your naughty ass!), Barack, the summer treks to Iowa City and Cumberland, and knowing I have the best friends of all mothersnarking time. I have the distinct feeling 2009 will mark a giant-ass departure for me, and I'll get back to you on that... maybe within days, pending some exciting news. Or maybe never! The erratic rate of my blog updates is truly a suspenseful saga for the ages.

Also, have you been properly breastfed your required Madonna fanatacism lately? Get going: http://www.immaculate-conniption.blogspot.com

I pinpointed what I think is the universal post-collegiate struggle
recently: making yourself feel un-marooned. Whether you venture across the country, move back home, or take refuge just off-campus, the lifestyle of a college grad almost always requires reorientation, some willpower, and ownership of adulthood. Puke buckets, indeed. I almost got started on owning adulthood once, but then I ate Wheat Thins or something. TEEHEE WHATEVER LETS GO TA CHILI'S.

Point to this entry much? Nope. Let's end it here.

Happy new year, yo. Xoxo.

Love,
Louis