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This update is brought to you by Lucas, who reminded me that September 19th was in fact quite a long time ago.

Once again, the lack of an update is due to two parts laziness and one part privacy, and not really a want for anything to write about. I'm finally getting into the groove of commuting via bus to work and carrying things around and having no free time except for when I'm sacrificing sleep. I'm not sure that this is a good groove to be in, but its allowing me to pay off my school debt about 10 years ahead of schedule, so I'll stick to it. I also received an infmaous "Freshman Laptop" for my duties here; the specs are roughly: 2gz Pentium M, 512 MB of RAM, DVD RW, wireless b/g, and an incredible 1920x1200 screen. I was planning on buying another 2001FP, but with this I'm not sure if one is immediately necessary.

This past Friday there was a party at Alpha Sig which, remarkably, featured real booze. Apparently, fraternity parties at Stevens are only supposed to stock Milwalkie's Best, but there was a case or two of Yeungling, an uncountable number of Budweiser and Coors Light cans, the famous Sig Punch and not to be outdone, hard liquor for mixed drinks & shots on a 300 lb. ice slide. Just like the last time, Bacos shows up (this time with a girl named Sheri [sic] who was totally hip) and feeds the Jay booze engine. We also recite some obscure Sublime songs from memory, which prompted me a few days later to go back and listen to some of my favorites like "Mary" and "Boss DJ".

Another side-effect of this party, besides getting wrecked, was meeting the infamous Piney [sic]. He had brought some ammunition for Ellis' potato cannon, but alas Ellis had already gone to sleep, so instead we lit random things (like the house, and Piney himself or my shoes) on fire. This time the trip to Gio's was quick, less drunken, and featured a calzone rather than a beef patty, but all in all it was a kickin time just like it is all the time.

After a day of not doing anything Saturday, I trapsed off to the Franz Ferdinand concert at Roseland Ballroom with Jeremy, Dev, Marshall, and later to be joined by Maria. The first band sucked; the 2nd one (Blanche) definitely had its charm and its cool factor, and a red-head french maid to boot. After struggling through these bands, Franz took the stage to a raucus applause. I have some live cuts of them from my early days as a firstcomer, and they just didn't sound good live. I was hoping that the real thing would belie the recorded version, and that a year of playing together have sharpened their craftsmanship. I was not dissapointed.

The place was hopping and absolutely packed with girls, and much dancing did ensue. Even the stoic Dev and Jeremy got into it, singing along and trying to move while being pinned to the guy in front of them. They played 4 songs or so that were not instantly recognizeable from the record, and since the concert I have come to learn at least two of them; all 4 were unsurprisingly incredible. They ended the night with "This Fire", which I correctly identified as the only one they had left to play. I broke out the vocals, which I myself could not even hear, but I was told I was at least in key. On the way out, Marshal and I spontaneously began singing The Doors version of "Whiskey Bar".

If I had more than $20 to my name, I would be going to the Shy Child release party tonight; but alas that situation is hypothetical and I will probably end up going home. I might try to bum some cash to go see The Flesh & Pretty Girls Make Graves on Friday at The Delancey, but this proposition still highly hinges on a yet to be had meeting with Human Resources later this afternoon. While we're on the show scene, I discovered through a music blog the completely indispensable site Oh My Rockness!, which I beg all you into the NYC scene to visit at once.