It's the Shit

The "first" of anything is a pretty big deal. I can remember my first soccer practice, first day of high school, first kiss, and perhaps some other firsts that will go unmentioned. So now, here I go with another first that can be tucked away in the memory bank — first day of graduate school. While my mom wasn't there to toss me a brown bag filled with a bologna sandwich (or spam musubi) and juice box, there were many of those same anxieties and nervous jitters that come with change.

Maybe I'm still in the honeymoon phase, and maybe I'm a nerd, but I'm totally stoked on my classes so far. In particular, there's a class titled "Dealing With the Media" that should be interesting. Lately I've been "the media," so I'm really curious on what dealing with me is all about.

Speaking of media, I came across a hilarious article today in the Sydney Morning Herald. On a somewhat related note, it's ironic that while I'm trying to immerse myself in local news sources, the article that grabs my interest is actually an American story. Anyhow, it's about one of my favorite bands, Kings of Leon, who walked off the stage during one of their concerts due to massive amounts of pigeon droppings landing on them. For those out there who know and love The Onion, you'll probably get a kick out of reading this. Thing is, this isn't satire, which makes it even funnier.

If you're too lazy to read it, let me just share a quote from one of the band's managers: "Jared was hit several times during the first two songs. On the third song, when he was hit in the cheek and some of it landed near his mouth, they couldn't take it any longer."

Some of you may recall me ranting about getting crapped on by a bird under that big tree at the MACC a few months ago. Long story short, the poop managed to graze my face in just the right spot so as to drip from my cheek to the corner of my lip. It's nice to know stuff like that happens to other people — even super cool rockers — too.