The Lighter Side of Springfield

Classes. Crappy foods. Corn. Some people. Peanut Butter and Jelly.
These are the ingredients for a plate of "Springfield." Sometimes it goes down smooth with a 'Stone, but other times Joe Rogan has to motivate. The last 10 days haven't been all that bad (aside from a few sharp waves of dread and dispair). Well, to clarify, its because I left town. Friday night I visited Champaign and immersed myself in the usual debauchery. Saturday I visited Madison, WI for the first time. All Packer/Brewer/Badger fans aside, the place was amazing. It put this state capital to shame. It was clean, well organized, cultured, amass with town atmosphere. There were beautiful lakeside views, neverending bike trails winding through the city, and a Big 10 campus smack in the middle. It reminded me of a mini-Chicago. Then I got back to Springfield - the anti-capital. Its everything a capital city shouldn't be: dirty, spread out, disconnected, boring, and devoid of any pride or character. If this was my first year here, I might have had a panic attack. But instead, I'll probably do a power hour tonight and fall asleep.

Other than that, there's really nothing to report other than Marty Casey and the Lovehammer's should be taken out back, tied to a post, and bludgeoned with their own vomit-inspiring instruments. That band was the main reason for this trip (a friend had her friends back out on the concert so I was asked to act as replacement friend). I could only act for so long. wow. This band was aggressively. They hammered my love so bad I wanted to shoot Bon Jovi in the Heart. I wouldn't have wasted a bullet on any of them. I had the pleasure of meeting their electrified fron man before the show...toolbox...there were lots of Asians around and I made an engineering joke, which he didn't get. I expected more from a fellow U of I grad. Eh, I had never heard of the band before thisweekend and will never hear them again because hopefully someone ele will do the dirty work for me.