In the scheme of things this paper means nothing...

I have to finish my paper on transcendentalism. Technically I could finish it right now but for some reason I feel the need to take advantage of the fact that with this paper I am being encouraged to speak in first person and use my voice. Whatever my voice is, it is not organized paper material. I like jumping from point to point without transition words (they take up time...and while I have that I still do not like them). I've obviously editted myself for this and have made it sound decent (so far). I want to somehow incoporate the line, "You live in terror of not being misunderstood" (from Velvet Goldmine) but can no longer remember what my idea for doing that was. Fun.

Ben makes fun of me because of "The Labyrinth." I made Caitlin S. and Avi watch it (because Avi had never seen it) this past weekend. Being immature teenagers, we realized early on that David Bowie's pants in said movie are extremely tight and leave very little to the imagination. For some reason we were talking about the movie we'd just seen when Ben and a bunch of other people came over and mentioned his pants-bulge. Now, Ben sees me and says, "Bulge" which sends me into a fit of giggles remembering the movie He also teases me about that whole German thing (Avi told me about it, I didn't think of it on my own, dammit!). Evil boy.

Dinner time.