To tell you the truth, I've been bored many times in my life, but I've recently reached new lows of boredom, which have caused me to do flagrant acts that are out of character, such as creating this xanga.  I tried very hard to fight it, and tried numerous times to do other useless things before resorting to this, but I just couldn't put it off anymore.  I've realized, however, that boredom, does in fact allow you to be productive, i.e. productive in unproductive things, such as spending hours modifying the look & feel of my xanga in hopes of making it look awesome, only to end up with a final look that looks similar to how it did in the beginning.

So I finally finished up school and graduated from college, and I gotta tell you, it was pretty damn anticlimactic.  You know those times when you’re out with a bunch of friends walking out on the streets looking sharp, and random people that pass by shout out to you, “Yo, where’s the party at?” cuz they think ur heading over to somewhere poppin.  Well this was one of those times, but this time I was the one asking “Where’s the party at?”  I mean, I just turned in the last final that I would ever take at UCLA.  This was it.  This was my last hurrah, my swan song.  I was done.  I finally delivered my coup de grace to the engineering beast that took 4 years and one quarter to slay.  Man, I was ready to pour the Chandon and drop it like it’s hot.  But there was to be none of that.  There were no party poppers, no streamers, no confetti, no fireworks.  I finished the final lap, but there were no cheering fans or marching band section, there wasn’t even an actual finish line for me to cross and break through.  So much for a victory lap.  I made my exit dance to no applause.