Columbia!

Columbia carries a different format than other schools, at least from what I can place currently. It's as if you can mold this to fit your will, treating the teachers as co-workers rather than beings of higher power. I'm not the only one who has found this cheat code, but we are a minority.

I'm a man of chaos in my classes. I am the student's choice for snaky, yet relevant potshots and questions that many don't hope to ask. If I'm spending $15,000 a semester, you can bet I'll wring this school of it's valuable time and effort while being as much of a dickhead as I care to be.

It's both redundant and necessary to mention: Plastic Beach: Gorillaz is an amazing album. For me, every track fits perfectly in line, and each get a equal amount of alone time with my ear. Lucky are they, since I haven't done such a thing since Bloc Party and Inkwell. Trash accordingly, but keep in mind I don't give a shit.

The progress on my magazine jumps from a staggering amount of work done within minutes, to days without even touching the virtual pen and paper. I still don't think I'm fully situated with my idea, much less have a layout for each page. The process of gathering data on how to creating something effect and semi-bearable to look at takes a precedence over slopping this all together. We will arrive at some point.

But in the immortal words of 3D Realms when they were/still are creating Duke Nukem: It will be released when it's done.