So, I went home this past weekend. I'm not planning on doing so again for a while, since this whole going, going, going constantly thing kinda sucks. I've really enjoyed going home and seeing everybody, but I'm really looking forward to a weekend of doing nothing. It's gonna be sweet.

This weekend was fun. I went home for Andy and Katie's wedding, which was really great. The reception was fun, even though I maybe drank a lot and accidentally punched two people in the face at the same time while dancing. Yeah. Sorry about that, guys. There was, of course, some stress involved in this weekend. How could there not be? Things aren't helped by the fact that both of us are pretty over-tired and over-stressed, but still. I ended up going home after the reception and going to bed, after venting to my dad and brother for a while. I'm glad I did. I had enough to drink and just needed to lay the hell down.

This week is gonna be pretty chilled out. I don't have a whole lot going on, besides going to see a speaker on campus talk about torture and terrorism. It should be neat -- he recently went to Iran with a council calling for reconciliation. If there is one thing I love, it's people who tell me what I already agree with, and if there is one thing I agree with, it's reconciling with Iran.

Which reminds me: Look, people. Obama isn't a fucking Socialist and he isn't a fucking Fascist. If he was a Socialist, just FYI, I wouldn't have to sell my first born child to pay for college and I'd be able to go to the doctor when I'm sick. And if he was a Fascist, he would have dissolved Congress already or at least killed Rush Limbaugh. And another FYI, stop trying to pull this, "Oh, I'll treat your president with the same respect you treated mine." He was actually elected. Bush wasn't. He isn't a war criminal. Bush is. Get over it. Just because he uses big words that you don't understand doesn't mean you can hate him.