YOU! HAVE! TO PROVE YOURSELF!

Today was one of the two days out of the week that I go to school. Every Friday I have my World Music class. It's taught by a man named Dirck Westervelt. Have you ever heard a bigger rich white guy name before. I swear to god the first time I had this class, I was expecting Thurston Howell III to walk in the room. That's the Gilligan's Island character, not the hip-hop artist. That's Thirstin' Howl, anyway. And to be honest, Dirck probably is a rich white guy. At least I'm sure he's white. But he doesn't come off as the rich guy type, except for his whole wardrobe of white pants. This guy is really into his music, though. He lived in Africa for several years. Not South Africa, either. He was living in compounds with a ton of other people in places like Mali and Nigeria. He also lived in India for awhile, and who knows where else he's been. But he really gets into African music. He pulls out all of his African drums, and tells us to play all of these different beats, and he just gets so into it. He'll start dancing right when we start playing, then he sings all these songs at the top of his lungs, and we have to sing all of these responses back to him, and it's just a wild experience. But I've ended up getting into a lot of this African music, as a result. A lot of these African musicians can really rip on their instruments. So I've totally been digging this class. The guy's a nutjob, but in the best way possible.

So I went to the movies tonight. I went to see Zombieland. Now I'm not a big zombie fan boy like so many of the people that I know are. I know zombies are a real cool thing with a lot of kids these days, but I never got into it that much. Sure, I'll watch and enjoy quite a few zombie movies, but I'm definitely a more passive fan. But this movie was great, and I highly recommend it. But I'm not going to talk about that, I'm going to talk about my weird friends that are into zombies a little too much. Now a lot of my friends have read this book, The Zombie Survival Guide. And I'm sure it's a really entertaining read, but it is a work of fiction. Some of my friends plan out their zombie apocalypse meeting places, and make survival kits of their own. And I'm not sure whether they're dead serious, or if they're just having a little fun pretending. And I'll be the first one to defend playing pretend. Hell, I pretend all the time. I pretend that when I graduate from school, my music degree will land me a really killer job. I pretend that I can still do all the fun things I want to do without having any source of income, I pretend a lot of things. But if they're taking this whole zombie thing so seriously, I'm a little concerned. Am I friends with a bunch of really huge nerds? Am I a nerd by association? These are real fears I have, and they're based a whole lot more in reality than any zombie apocalypse fear. This survival guide is just a book. It's not real. You don't see people going around and doing whatever's in the Bible, do you? Of course not! It's just a book! But honestly, to all my zombie obsessed friends out there, whenever you talk about your plans for when we get hit by the "zombie apocalypse," I just think you sound like a bunch of dorks. I just wanted you to know that. But you should probably all see Zombieland, because you'll probably love every minute of it. Unless you're some mega zombie elitist that doesn't appreciate a movie making light of a zombie apocalypse. I know it's real serious business.

Well anyway, my friends Anthony and Eric (who we call Pepito), and I got out of the movie and it was absolutely pouring out. So we chilled out under the overhang outside for awhile. We talked about a whole lot of things. Now I haven't really hung out with Pepito in awhile, so we had some catching up to do. He was the singer of Project Dropoff (my first band that I discussed in my first entry). That's not really the memory I define our friendship by, but it's relevant. But we all just chatted for awhile. We talked about all sorts of boners, and bad tattoos, and taking pictures of nerds dressed up in Star Wars outfits. Anthony told a story about some nerdy chick who is always naked, but should probably never be naked. It was just a grand time had by all. And we probably stayed under that overhang for an hour just chatting. Lots of moviegoers walked by as they were going to their various cars. We even saw a few familiar faces leave, including my friend Sean, who I haven't seen since we went to Coldstone for ice cream a long time ago, and who I hadn't heard since he was on the phone with Kate last time I hung out with her. That was last weekend. But around 2am we moved our catching up-a-thon by our cars. We had false hopes of leaving, but we kept on talking about hardcore bands that various members of Fall Out Boy have been in, and how great of an album Take This To Your Grave is. But eventually we got away from each other, and all went to our respective houses.

And that's how I ended up here. And aren't you glad I am. I treat all you readers great. I hope you don't take me for granted. Honestly, I'm not even sure if anybody reads this. I have friends who say they do, but I never test them to make sure. I trust them. But either way, I have a great time writing these entries for all of you. I never proofread them, so they could just be some bastardization of English writing that is pretty much unreadable, but then again, maybe they're amazing feats of American literature. Frankly, I'd be happy with somewhere between the two. Well, I think I'm going to cut this off here, because I feel like I might be sounding like I'm looking for some sort of recognition for any of this, and I promise that's not what I'm doing. I'm really just writing my closing paragraph. So I'll leave you with that, friends. I'm going to go look up fake celebrity nudes on the internet now. Nothing like looking at Hermione's head on some naked chick's body getting railed by Harry Potter's head on a horse's body. See you tomorrow!