I just found a great essay about why weblogs suck that includes categories of crappy weblogs, most of which mine fits into rather well.

This is hilarious and sad at the same time:

No, You Can't Have A Pony. (Not Yours)

[five minutes later] I'm still chuckling in a pathetic sad way over this picture, just like I do every time I look at it. It's so funny...yet so sad, 'cause she can't have a pony...but so funny...

Edit 1: It's 5:20 a.m., and I'm going to sleep. Had a fantastic conversation with Austin for the last hour or so that hit on all possible relevant themes from the past coupla weeks or so. Conversations like that remind me why I came here—to meet extraordinary people like Austin.

Edit 2: I didn't really go to sleep. I lied. I got outside and decided it was nice out, so I walked over to main campus and watched the sunrise from the steps of Brookings. I got back home around 6:19 a.m. and went to sleep.

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