Oh How I Wish I Could Utter the Words "I'm Bored" and Mean It

Somewhere between doing sound design for a film, choreographing a dance, filling 200 pages of a sketchbook, writing three 10 page papers, trying to get a job, going to class, and trying to find time to simply eat and sleep, I have lost all hope of making it through the next week alive.

Oh, and seeing how every girl I know if madly in love with my brother, I think I'm going to start selling dates with him. It would probably be a very lucrative career move. I think I'll start the dates at $20 a pop. And that's with no sex. With sex, $40. Any takers?

Oh yeah, I have a mohawk: