The Inevitable Encroachment Of Pop Culture Alarms Me

I...got a myspace account today. I feel so...dirty. I've been steadfastedly resisting any attempt by various acquitances to convince me to get onto myspace for about two years now, maybe longer. And today I finally caved and did it. Granted, I did it for a vaguely good reason (namely, that a song I am /crazy/ about and have been searching for for download literally for /months/ was on the band's profile page), but still, I feel like such a sell-out. I shall probably delete the account as soon as I get the song, though, so take that, modern social networking! 

At the moment, I am reading Ibn Tufayl's Hayy Ibn Yaqzan, which I have never heard of, cannot pronounce, and which has the footnotes of fucking HELL. Why does a book need half-page footnotes for every other sentence? Why? Eeeeeeeeeviiiiiiiiil...

Also, oh shit. It's almost February, which means...*ominous music* FAFSA time. Oh boy! I'm sooo excited!