Danny and I hit up BS&G in the morning before he left. I figured out why they suck more now. The awning says “Best Steak and Gyro House”. The sign says “Best Steak and Gyros House”. What better proof of the sad fact that they no longer know who exactly they are? Without identity, there can be no causality, and seemingly random problems such as a missing video game and ridiculous price fluctuations can occur with impunity.

I've prepared three enigmatic unlabeled posters of Kirsten Dunst, to be placed around campus after spring break. People must know — sort of. I only feel comfortable putting up pictures of her if they are unlabeled. She has a right to her privacy, after all. But if there's any truth to the Internet-launched factoid that she's going to be walking around CWRU's campus next fall, people need to accustom their eyes to the sight of her.

A lengthy late-night chat with Kelzie resulted in my finally getting off my so-called (by my mother) “duff” and putting some of my historically significant bits of writing on my Web site. The first batch consisted of the larger essays I wrote for my college applications. I really enjoyed writing them, and I think they clearly encapsulate me even now, three years later.