I went to my orientation at the university and almost didn't hate life. There were so many trees changing colour. So many squirrels in the so many trees changing colours. So, so many Asians. By the end of the day my hair was sticking up all over the place and I'd rubbed most of my makeup off my face in my yawning processes. The psych advisor went on and on and on about how to get our PhDs. Bottom line: not there. Where? Harvard. Okay. Thanks dude. That's my priority right now, yeah. He's making me feel stupid already. That's not fair. I haven't even started yet.
Back to hating life: I refuse to go see anymore movies if I have to sit through another preview of that Tom Cruise movie. It seems to me I have been forced to view it since at least the mid nineties. So you're the last samurai. Good for you. You look more like a white, cocky asshole in a robe to me. Please, please release that movie and then send it straight to Blockbuster.