Listening to The Strokes' Room on Fire. Oh, man. Haven't listened to this in a while. New record this year, reportedly.
Over spring break:
(yeah, colon, yeah)
[The rest of this post will use the passive voice. Starting... now.]
People were seen.
Spades was played.
Sideways was watched.
Sleep was obtained.
Books were read (Fight Club was finished, Catch As Catch Can was nearly finished).
Lotsa food was eaten.
Lotsa of driving was done.
The Party People were seen in Orlando (fun times were had).
An article was written after an interview was conducted.
Umm, lots of stuff was not done by me, as was predicted.
[ehh, /passive voice off.]
At least I read some good stuff. And then I brought five more books up with me to add to the stack of books that I won't be able to finish within the next six weeks.
Oh. Talk of apartments was made. Looks friggin' schwee.
Nothing else really exciting went on or is going on. Except that I'M AWESOME. I'M ASHTON KUTCHER. ... I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME KUTCH!