Cyclical, oh so cyclical.

I'm back in the same library cubical I was in this time yesterday.

I believe it's groundhog day.

I have 20 minutes until class starts.

I'll make you a playlist inspired by my flannel and torn up Cinderella shirt-- meaning that it will be indie trash and I swear to God I'm not a fan of hair metal.

Enjoy the noise, here's the tracklist:

1. Modest Mouse - Whenever You Breathe Out, I Breathe In [Positive Negative]

2. Neutral Milk Hotel - Untitled

3. The Unicorns - Jellybones

4. Wolf Parade - Language City

5. Elliott Smith - Speed Trials

6. Pavement - Summer Babe [Winter Version]

7. Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - Sunshine And Clouds [And Everything Proud]

8. Animal Collective - What Would I Want? Sky

9. Interpol - Roland

10. The Dodos - Bob

11. Pixies - Mr. Grieves

12. Broken Social Scene - Fire Eye'd Boy

13. Meric Long - Notes

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Back in the cubical, I'll add some ponderings to this post.

It's 9:00 exactly.

English was cancelled.

In philosophy class today, we discussed Aristotle's views on a "complete" friendship. To Aristotle there were three types: utility, pleasure, and complete. Complete, of course, being the best type of friendship. It's perfect, really, to have a complete friendship. Some attributes he puts to the friendship are that the two are "pleasant without qualification" and that the two live together. Not that they live in the same house or room, but the fact that they can do what ever together. Just live. You know? Play stupid games, run errands, do nothing-- but together.

Now, Aristotle only thought that these relationships could be between two men, but that's how Greek society was and Aristotle was a fucking prick in that sense. But hey, you can't be perfect. Right?

I need to find something useful to do.

Checked my horoscope-- it's frighteningly accurate.

I am so incredibly boring, the internet can predict my habits.

There's an announcement for a school concert going off.

Great.

I think I'll go to class now.