End Over End - Foo Fighters

So my new job is okay, but today I discovered a major downside: the dietary manager apparently has a penchant for bringing her daughter in with her. This particular daughter is no older than 12, has a raging Dauphin complex, and merits her own special trough in Yubaba's pig pen. I dislike children as a rule, but it's always nice to receive first-hand reinforcement of one's convictions. Her presence makes everyone on staff unhappy and cranky, so tonight's work environment was a vacuum of positive energy. And I had indigestion.

This past week has been devoted to my actually moving in to my apartment. My parents and I both had a few days wide open, so I got all the junk I've kept at their house over to mine. I've also rearranged and cleaned, so you people won't recognize it when you come over next. Well, you will, but you'll be surprised at the increase in cosmetic appeal.

I finished both Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance and Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close this week as well. Zen's attack on Aristotelian logic was unexpectedly vengeful and left me reeling, but I've started to digest Pirsig's Sophism. ELAIC was amazing, but not jaw-dropping like The Dark Tower or the Ender's Game quartet. At times, it seemed Foer was almost looking for ways to be profound instead of letting them come naturally. Also, Oskar's disjointed knowledge base was somewhat frustrating. He had far more knowledge than any literal nine-year-old, so the natural holes in it were frustrating. Still, a very good book, and I'm certainly none the worse for reading it. I'm already 100 pages into A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers, but I expect my progress will slow with the advent of school.

School. I have my first class in 9.5 hours. Music Theory, followed immediately by Music Appreciation. Shakespeare will round out the day. I'm fairly excited about my classes this fall, mainly Creative Writing and Creative Seminar. I want to see what I'm capable of.

Now for it, friends.