Don't Promise Me You'll Try and Fix Me, Please Don't Promise Me Anything...

So I hope all of you have voted for Jaimee Harris in the Rock category on Ourstage.com. Because you've only got like 27 hours to do so, because voting ends at the end of September. But to register and vote takes honestly 10 minutes max. I promise. And that's if you're super slow and get distracted by something shiny along the way.

So do it. Thanks so much. Again, she totally deserves it, because she's awesome.

Anyhoo, topic change time (with convenient cliched intro!): There comes a time in every man's life (my own to be specific) when he decides to shed the immature baggage of his childhood and board the flight to adulthood with only his carry on. This is usually by choice. However, in some cases (again, mine specifically), he has every intention of having all of his bags checked and on their way to his destination, but instead they're loaded onto the wrong flight, and suddenly they're in Cleveland, and the airline is denying all responsibility.

Well after reading that exhausting, though still baller metaphor, you're no doubt on the edges of your collective seats, wondering what I'm speaking of.

Now, in my youth, there were certain luxaries that I became used to: always having barbeque sauce in the fridge, sheets, etc. However, I've recently had to give up on these (aka our fridge is barbeque sauce free, and I slept on a bare matress last night). But these are not that devastating, nor do they signal a shift to maturity.

That is, of course, because the third luxary I had grown accustomed to was always having clean socks. As I never find the time to do laundry, nor do I have more than two quarters in my possession, for the past four days, I've been rewearing dirty socks. And no, these are not lightly worn socks. These are socks that I've spent all day at class and then at practice in. Yes. Sad but true.

And, as this is no doubt unappealing, youre probably saying to yourself, "why doesn't he just do laundry now?! And why is he telling us this?!?" Those answers are both very simple. In answer to your first question, there is no change machine here, the bank is closed, I have 1 quarter, and perhaps most importantly, I'm at the library. And for number two, because you need to know.

So now you know. Gone are the days of carefree frolicking through the grass, going to halloween parties, and looking for presents in the knotholes of trees. The time has come to be a very good looking role model/lawyer and win an Oscar. Shit, that's just To Kill a Mockingbird. Whatever. Good thing Gregory Peck is a baller.