Nah, I Want Donuts.

So, I just woke up at 6:50 in the morning to register for classes. This sucked for two main reasons (meaning there were other less important reasons as to why it sucked). Firstly, I just woke up at 6:50 to register for classes. Secondly, I have seriously never had a more confusing time trying to figure out what my schedule would look like. Those of you that remember Myrecord (and that should be everyone because it ruled in comparison) would likely recall the whole colored section student schedule thing that had the times and the classes listed so beautifully. No such thing exists on this new Howdy bullshit. At least not to my knowledge.. Luckily, I was able to register in UNDER 2 MINUTES. Didn't expect that did you??

Anyways, I had a sweet dream last night. It involved an event that I am way excited for. In the end of May Propagandhi is going to be playing in Austin at the Mohawk. Where's the Mohawk? I have no idea. But either way, it is going to be fantastic because for the last maybe 2 months, all I have been listening to is Propagandhi. Sadly, I only recently got into them and sort of missed out on anything before TETA (that will mean nothing to mostly everyone, but to those who know what that is, touche). Even so, I tried to go back and listen to the old stuff but just couldn't get into it. This is weird because I'm usually ok with your typical skate punk or what have you. The new stuff is FANAMAZINGSUPERAWESOMETASTIC. That means generally good. I really am enjoying the newest alum (Supporting Caste) and am amazed that there isn't really any track that I just do not like. Back to the dream though. They just started to get into their last couple of songs. They were just about to play Tertium Non Datur (possibly my second favorite track of the album). Just as they were about to start, Chris (the vocalist), makes the whole band stop so that I (yup, tahts right, ME) could join them on stage to play this song. Due to dreams being super unrealistic and oddly accomodating, I just happened to have a guitar with me and knew the song by heart (which would never truly be the case). All in all, I played and felt like a god. Sadly I woke up this morning to find that my musical talent was not so much a talent but more a hobby. In other words, I still wasn't good. Sweet. Great dream, sucky wake up.