Back from home. At home, I kept noticing the differences between Manhattan and the Midwest. "Wow, there is so much wide open space here!" and "Back in New York, things are open much later..." were among the common sayings uttered by yours truly. Home was chill, though. Slept in, ate good food, cooked, drove around, hung out with friends. All the things I had hoped to do, I did. I had missed the Minnesota nice-ness of people. There's some saying out there about how Minnesotans smile to your face while stabbing you in the back, but hey, a smile is a smile is a smile.
Bjork's songs are rather good, actually. She may be as strange as all-hell, but her music is a great mix of the lush (and I know you often read about 'lush' this and 'lush' that in music, but Bjork really fits the description) instrumentals and techno. Try "Pagan Poetry," "It's Oh So Quiet," "Venus as a Boy," and "Human Behavior."
Tonight is my last Supreme Court and the Religious Clauses class. Thank goodness.
Where did "thank goodness" come from? Why don't we "Thank peace" or "Thank love"? Just a thought.
Also while home, saw someone have not seen in two years or so. What do I have to say about that? Well, I was certainly right back in middle school.