So the sci fi group was a bust. Nobody could muster up enough energy to even begin to discuss the book (all of my brain cells had been expended trying to decide whether or not to get a hazelnut mocha or just a drip cup with hazelnut syrup). I should be studying for the midterm, but what the hell. There's always extra credit or something.
(And dude, people. If the Elliottfilter thing is starting to get annoying, please, tell me. I'll stop.)
Freshly updated for your pleasure, the Willamette Week obituary article(s) on Elliott Smith. It doesn't pull punches, but everything they say is true.
(And dude, people. If the Elliottfilter thing is starting to get annoying, please, tell me. I'll stop.)
Freshly updated for your pleasure, the Willamette Week obituary article(s) on Elliott Smith. It doesn't pull punches, but everything they say is true.