"Thanks for ruining the picture."

At the beginning of August, I went to a conference for orthodontic residents in Ann Arbor, MI. They took a group photo, after making us move back and forth five or ten times. I don't know why the photographer couldn't just move over.

I got sick of it quick:

Don't sit too close to the TV - it'll rot your brain.

I borrowed a bunch of movies from John last weekend, and I've watched them all already. Not that it was a waste of time, but the ease with which I ignored other responsibilities to accomplish this TV watching was scary. It's really a piece of good luck that my VCR conked out on me last spring. The time is much better spent reading or writing or riding.

Being the total aging emo kid that I am, I ended up watching several romantic comedies. The tear-jerkers. It's been a long time since I've watched a romantic movie - or any movie, for that matter - with someone to cuddle with.

I know it's lame to admit to feeling lonely, but sometimes I feel like my whole life consists of dentistry and underground music. I have trouble finding time to really get together with friends (note that I still had time to watch six movies) or even sleep enough, so I don't know how much of this is my fault.