Isn’t Malcom X kinda cute?

OAR will be playing at the Assembly Hall on April 22nd, and the student presale is this Friday at 10am. So, instead of all seeing the douchebags in town lining up to get tickets, it’ll be a line of drunk, belligerent, green-shirt wearing douchebags! And you thought Cly’s was closed in the morning.

Anyone wanna see Cheap Trick?

All I’ve wanted for the past two days is a breakfast sandwich. Since our local coffee shops stick to traditional fare like goat cheese sandwiches, parfaits and gelato — you know, the usual — I realized that corporate America and their tasty fluffy sandwiches were right down the block at Starbucks, which was a perfect excuse for me to enter their wretched doors.

Except that, oh wait, our dwarfed Starbucks has NO breakfast sandwiches. I just settled for a muffin, which I inhaled in about three breaths. Where’s my egg? My meat? My greasy morning sandwich goodness? All I want on this campus is a cheesy, meaty, flaky crust-y breakfast sandwich!

Where can I find one?

I am obsessed with Born Ruffians, who got a great rating on The Fork for their new album — an 8.0. Lucky Pitchforkians; I want a copy!

It’s finally released, and it only took me about 15 seconds to know I liked it. (Actually, it should have taken less, considering Chris Thile is involved.) Unlike his typical songs that are short in length and vary from poppy to heartfelt and slow, Thile’s new album features a four piece movement which I’m currently listening to and totally dig.

If you saw Thile play with the How To Grow A Band this past summer, the Punch Brothers is solely a name change, and they’ve retained the same lineup. I caught them at the Abbey Pub this past June, and was blown away, so you definitely want to give them a shot.

Check out their MySpace page if you’re a fan of bluegrass music, Nickel Creek or Andrew Bird.

I had Cherry Coke for the first time since childhood, since I needed caffeine and soda machines don’t dispense coffee.

I found out the hard way that I don’t like it. My teeth feel rotten.

The Krannert Art Museum’s Link Gallery REEKS right now. I wonder why…maybe its because a girl just heated up a lunch, which she explained to her friend as a “Tofu and beef combination with soy mayonnaise.”

It smells like a mix of hot cat food and a bathroom that had been thrown up in twenty-four hours before.

EW.

WHY is reinstating the chief on the ballot for 2008 student elections? Are you kidding me?

Fuck tradition and all the sad pathetic orange Illini hearts that are broken because of the Chief no longer being around. It’s a man in makeup and an exciting costume. You know what else happens every year during basketball and football season besides that lame Chief dance? BASKETBALL AND FOOTBALL. If you’re so obsessed with your sacred Illini sports, then cheer for the athletes, not the man prancing around while they take a well-deserved break.

Seriously, though, we dealt with this last year. My mind is a bit hazy from my Arab-Isreali Conflict midterm studying binge, but why are we doing this all over again? I hate sports, so I couldn’t care less if we eradicate a mascot, but this is beyond irritating. If I have to haul all the way to Notes & Quotes to get my books AGAIN because my teachers don’t support chief-merchandise supporting bookstores, I’m going to be way more bitter than you ever thought I could be.

Nah Nyahhhh, Already Been Chewed!

It’s a fantastic coincidence that on the same night I was freaking out about midterm after midterm, my roommate baked a cake, and my other roommate decorated the shit out of it.

(The reason why there are two photos of the same thing is because Erin, the tiny head in the first photo and cake decorator extraordinare, only checks my blog to see if she’s on it, and has wanted to be on it for months.)

Cake time!!!