Seven years of college down the drain...

I'm sitting at my computer, checking in on my friends' blogs and listening to a mix I recently made. And then it hits me, I'm reading Casey's blog, and understanding every bit of the comic nerdiness he's spouting off about, and listening to Andrew Bird's new album, and I realize that I am who my college friends have made me. It gets worse when I relive the experiences of the wine and cheese party at Shayna's. Not that the college friends haven't seen this, but for the rest of you:

Anyway, it made me all nostalgic tonight, in part, but then I was really thankful for the people, who outside of my family, really shaped what I am today.

Or put in a less sentimental way, they're the people that somewhere down the line I was bound to find, because we have so much in common. Casey and I have always threatened to read comics, and now, apart from one another, we've finally made good on those promises. Casey's starting with different basics than me, but I guess ultimately I'm still a product of my father, because I'm starting with Frank Miller's Batman comics. Though, Alan Moore is soon to cross my path.

Don't tell Casey this but I'm a little worried about my comic obsession. I think I might be opening up myself to a new addiction, one where I will spend more money than I have and stay up later than I should to enjoy it.

Okay, now that I'm talking about it, I'm just going to finish up reading my daily political readings (thanks, Dad, for getting me back into that habit) so that I can get to The Dark Knight Returns (so I can get to The Sandman, so I can get to Y: The Last Man, so I can go buy V is for Vendetta before it comes out in theaters). Oh, and some day, I plan to get to all of those historical books Casey has been telling me about for decades.

Oh, and speaking of Casey, I love his friend Pete. I have no idea who this kid is, and all I know is that he lives in Chicago. But anybody who has a slightly bad day and finishes the sentence with "I need a beer..." has got to be a good friend of mine. How does Casey find these people and I don't? Why is Casey so much more interesting than me? Damn him...anyway, off to comics.

Oh, by the way (goddamnit), my mom broke two bones in her shoulder skiing. God, now my mom and my dad are more kick-ass than I am. All the more reason to delve into the world of comic books...

When did I become a 15-year-old boy?