NJ Transit is the spawn of Satan.

The bus I was coming home from school today broke down about a mile away from the bus station. I, along with everyone else on the bus, walked the rest of the way back, which involved crossing a highway going both ways. That was fun.

On the bus ride home I listened to all of This Is a Stick Up... Don't Make It a Murder. There is a journal entry from May 12, 2006 that I found online but I know it's from about a month or so earlier that year. I know this because that album was released April 11, 2006 and this was soon after it was released. I evidently was listening to it while lying on a radiator in computer class freshman year. It reminds me of you, even though I don't think you particularly liked or disliked them.

I think I have figured out my clapping problem. I remember almost every day of freshman year you used to clap all the time during science class (actually, I think it was during most classes I had with you). Sometimes you did it to the tune of Ben Lee's "Catch My Disease". I think I caught that from you.

I still wonder sometimes what happened during the summer of 2004. I know I should not, and I am one hundred percent sure I do not need closure on this, but I do wonder. That is all.

In other news, Shutter Island was a complete and crushing disappointment. A.O. Scott is pretty much spot on when he says "the plot of which does not so much thicken as clog and coagulate". With such a stacked cast, including the likes of Mark Ruffalo, Ben Kingsley, Michelle Williams, Emily Mortimer, and Patricia Clarkson, you wonder what went wrong. I don't want to pour all the blame on the likes of Scorsese, because I'm pretty sure the screenplay, written by Laeta Kalogridis, is a big source of the problem. Oh well, you can't win them all.