Freakonomics

          Today my father described his personal economic theories to me in detail, as he is wont to do from time to time. According to him, economics works in 100-year cycles of poverty and plenty; for example, since there was a depression in the 1920s and 30s, there will definitely be one in the 2020s and 30s. Also, national health care is a massive money grab by the government and not worth the effort, an interesting position for a Democrat. Inevitably this waxes into the story of how the little guy is kept down. This is disconcerting to me because I'm supposed to prove that false.
                    Being home is a massive adjustment. I'm back to my old milk-drinking ways, partly because it's not coming out of a tap and partly because my drink options are more limited. I can go back to walking around in my underwear, but this is heavily offset by the lack of wi-fi. The only internet-capable computer (which I am currently using) is an ancient machine from around 2002 with no webcam or gaming capabilities. Even the colors in the monitor are screwed up. It's weird not having friends within a two-minute walk, though Matt's is probably like ten. It's also difficult not eating whenever and reminding my father that I hate pickles and have from birth every time he puts them into something. Finally, I wish my house was as orderly as I kept my room in IV. I've got pack rat tendencies like the rest of my family, but I can keep them under control. With luck I'll be able to straighten things up a bit over the next couple of months and get the house looking as nice as it did for my graduation party. Who knows, perhaps I'll get to throw a little party before I head off for sophomore year.
          Quote of the day:
"Mitt Romney reminds me of every guy I hated in high school, all rolled into one." - Father