Two things that have earned me my spot in the nerd hall of fame:

-I own a Newsies piano book.
-When I was 9 or 10, I played air cello to the string-only recording of "Eleanor Rigby". Multiple times.

Dream:
My French civ prof gave me a grade of 'W' on my paper because it was so terrible. My interpretations were just flat-out wrong, and I didn't give any evidence. I was scared to ask what percentage constitutes a 'W'.

For 16 straight hours today, I was either in class or doing homework. Things that made the day more palatable:
pear soda
solitaire on my iPod
the random guy in the Union who was playing Radiohead on the piano

So in the midst of feeling like 99% workaholic allergic scum/1% human, this cheered me up, because kids can be so awesomely bizarre sometimes.

I so heart Jacob, who writes the American Idol recaps on Television Without Pity. Here's some of his awesomeness from last week's recap:

The best thing ever was when [Tori Amos] and Alanis Morissette were touring together and they'd be interviewed by Kurt Loder or whatever and he'd ask this straightforward question and Tori Amos would be all, "I really think you have to have tea with the devil in the dreamtime of our voodoo, you know?" and Kurt would just look over at Alanis and she'd go, "Because Sarah MacLachlan is Canadian, Kurt." And he'd thank her and move on.

Ryan's wearing the weirdest sweater; it's dark green and has all these confusing squiggles and ugly words on it and large pieces of negative space. It's like when you walk into Diesel and there's pieces of t-shirts stapled onto other t-shirts and first you think, "Björk made this!" and then you think "Oh. I could make this."

It's as banal to say "I hate the 'People' song" as, like, I don't know. Yelling, "I'm Rick James, bitch!" or those refrigerator magnets they have in trailer parks that say things like, "This isn't Burger King! You can't have it your way!"

Which is still [Bo's] fault, because he decided it was more important to be so hardcore as to not pick a good song, because that would damage his cred. There's a whole lot of secret Nadia in that gesture, to go with what would make a cred story out of it instead of a good performance: "I'm so lost here I just had to drop my finger down on the page because they're all the same and I'm resigned to sucking this week because that's how much of a fag I am NOT, that my body rejects show tunes out of hand and I couldn't even look at the page or remember the words." And that is some dangerously un-hardcore behavior right there, because what I appreciate is you doing your best, and that includes thinking at least a little bit about the best song for your voice.

I finished Prozac Nation last night. I thought the title didn't really fit, except for the afterword where she kind of complained about how Prozac is being prescribed too liberally. She says that people are taking it who haven't been through the 10+ years of agonizing depression that she has. And my response to that is, well, do you want all of those people to be depressed for as long as you were? You want people to endure suicide attempts and pain and the loss of their normal lives as they knew it? You want people to suffer as much as you did, as some sort of basic initiation right?

Anyway, the rest of the book was good. Just skip the afterword.