man your own jackhammers!

tonight on the bus home from kate's house, leslie and i were surprised to find that the entire centre and back portion of the bus had been turned into a sing-along dance par-tay of sorts. after running through vocal renditions of macy grey's i try and justin timberlake's sexyback, the group of [mostly] boys dived into some popular rap/rhythm combo that the entire bus ended up clapping for.

i like the feeling situations like that give off.

in other news, i am having a slight issue with a new overwhelming addiction: trying to decipher what the shit is going on in the coheed and cambria universe. either i'm on drugs, or this is some fantstically fucked up amazing shit.

i'm thinking it mostly the latter.