This will be the last post of the week.  I'll be spending the next few days in Madison, registering for classes, meeting with landlords, and meeting a blogger in real life.  He'll be popping my blogger meet-up cherry, so to speak, and I think I his.  I don't know why I think this, but I'm excited nevertheless.  I've never met a fellow blogger before, so I don't know how well my online and real-life personas match.  This could get interesting.
I'll try and be completely wonderful and charming when I meet him, so that he's inspired to write fantastic things about me and you all can get your daily 'raw youth' dosage, but no guarantees--I'm leaving at five in the morning, taking placement tests for 4 hours, and then meeting him.  I may not merit any interesting comments.  But I'll try.  This, of course, leaves an easy out for me to explain the reason I am not as cool in real life as I am online: it's the waking up before dawn and taking hours of tests that will make me boring; that's not the real me.  Of course not.   
Hopefully I'll use this time to recharge my blogging batteries.  I am fully aware that my posts have been hit or miss lately, and I hope that I'll come back Sunday-ish funky-fresh, dressed to impress and ready to party.  It's hard work, updating every day, including weekends.  You should try it sometime.  
See ya.  
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.
 
