So here I sit, on the eve of my first Saturday in Omaha. Earlier, after I got my interwebs hooked up (finally..), I walked down to the Old Market and got some food, a CD by Cut Copy, a CD by Tokyo Police Club and a pint of beer. I've been listening to the Cut Copy cd, titled In Ghost Colours and so far it's fabulous. It has a somewhat 80's sound, and it's very mellow and smooth.

Last week on Wednesday I started work at BrightMix and so far it's been super. We started our kick ass web 2.0 project and so far it's going well. They feed us lunch everyday, which is awesome.

My car is such a piece of shit. It's a 1996 Oldsmobile, and I hate it. I think the car hates me too. I've officially dubbed it "douchebag car" because it sucks. Last week sometime, it wouldn't start. After a few tries something went very wrong and smoke appeared from under the hood, which prompted me to run like hell. Tomorrow my parents are driving over and bringing me my old car, a 1991 Lumina which also has a name, which is "tank". I call it tank because it is a tank, although it goes faster then a tank. Usually.