Ya know... I'm fairly confident that if my series of epic novels was turned into a movie by Hollywood types, barely consulting me for any of their artistic or actorial decisions as they plow through the script with wild abandon, my main character would be not unlike douchey-haired, greasy, black-clad Tobey Maguire in the latter half of Spiderman 3. Except with less dancing. Much, much less dancing. That is, if there is a God. With my luck, they'd probably turn the whole thing into a musical.

That is all. You may all return to your lives while I stagger through the last two weeks of my undergraduate college career. About two weeks 'til I graduate. Holy craaaaap.