Finals and Fizzy Fruit, a veritable combination!

This entry in my currently desolate weblog is something of a curios for me, if only for the fact that it's the first entry I've made that is entirely designed to fulfill the obligations of the blogger, mainly being to engage in the wonderful full-contact sport of self-indulgence. Up until now, it's acted well as my log for playlists for my radio show (which has officially been moved to Thursday, Midnight to 2 AM, starting next semester), a purpose that at least I feel has been a noble cause. Of course, it can never be too long after that initial taste of creating yet another outlet of identity management, one so specific and detailed it has to be fattening. before the allure of the blog's siren song to indulge in the sorting out of the inner-machinations of my mundane day-to-day life is too much for any child of the Internet generation to resist. What once was a rare sight of purity in function and form, so rare in that vast landscape of commercialism, self indulgence, and tits (often all three at the same time), that place we call the "Internets," has once again devolved into a pointless exercise in the organization of the minutia of the modern pre-adult/post-adolescent white male at the age of 20 in a world super-saturated with such identity masturbation.

So here I am, 3:30 in the AM, and like any good blogger, creating out of the need to do anything but what I'm supposed to (music theory final in 4 and a half hours). What was so important that it prompted this need to postpone my education until the wee hours of the morning before the biggest, most important exam in this class for this semester?

Fizzy fruit.

That's right, Fizzy Fruit. I saw it on Unwrapped. It's basically fruit that's been "fizzified" with carbonation to get kids to eat healthier. It comes in grape (seen above), orange, and...other flavors. I don't really know if this is an abomination of nature's candy or the greatest addition to fruit since steroids; all I know is I want some now.

On a final note, weasel biscuits.

-Scarecrow