I truly did. Pittsburgh is one of the few lucky cities who will be graced with the genius of Roger Waters from Pink Floyd. I'll be leaving IUP to come back down for it in September. Oh man, IUP. It's all I think about. I'm getting overly siked for college. I hate to think about the future too much, because I'll forget to focus on the present. But damn. IUP is going to rock. New people, new ideas, new places. How am I not supposed to consume my thoughts with college? Ben told me in his letter that IUP is a very chill environment like the school's color: burgundy. --- Yep, Ben followed up on my letter idea. His letter was intriguing, witty, and classy. Everything a letter should be. It made me smile lots. I told him he satisfied my desire to feel that rare excitement one gets when they recieve a letter in the mail. Text messages, emails, and cellphone calls just weren't cutting it. I like the old school form of letters for keeping in touch. Staying antique, ya'll. --- Tonight I went to the Beehive with the sisters and Heather and we began planning for Bonnaroo. We got down to the details-- sleeping arangments, how to pack up the van which will take us down south, and what foods to bring. It's going to be insane. Only a month left. Time, you crazy bastard who loves to be inconsistent. You either go too fast or too slow. --- I just kind of left the Randi ordeal out on a limb. So to update you with the Truth, it's almost as if a magical, happy fairy has decided to make him completley dissaparate out of my mind-- leaving the brain of mine more pure, less confused, and overdosing on Joy. I'm glad his immaturity never has to disrupt my life again. --- I love online blogging. It's so mindless. I don't have to think much. I just type Life. --- Why is it 3:30 in the morning and I cannot get to sleep?