The summer that wouldn't go right is finally going away, after one final coda — a miserable grade on my Translation Studies paper that, though ultimately inconsequential (I've always been a 75% student anyway), made me feel awful. I'm trying to stay positive, but staying positive is not something I'm particularly good at. Summer of 2007, you can go straight to hell — bring on the fall.
You know, what did indie rock ever do for anyone? What a load of bullshit...
Speaking of pirated DVDs, the Sex and the City ones I bought are of a very poor quality. The quality of season one is way better than season too. Anyway, they are all still better than the Internet and I didn't get arrested in Narita, so I guess I shouldn't complain.