Strolling through the subterranean undercrust of the UMC, I stumbled upon a mecca of sticker-covered walls and the sweet resonation of indie rock. My heart was aflutter with the sheer thought that there was a place, this safe haven of music, where I could be free from the lady lumps and lipgloss of the other radio stations. Never again have my eardrums been the same.

And then I pretty much started volunteering and it became less glamorous. But it still kept the atmosphere of awesomeness intact.

Paul Simon at Magness Arena. We had some of the worst seats in the house, but the sight of Mr. Simon's tiny stature flung into Power Stance made seating a moot point. He played all of his famous songs, which some might say lacked creativity on his part, but my ability to sing along to so well made me feel better about my mad memorization skills.

A close second are the two concerts where I saw Taking Back Sunday, both of which eaturing front man Adam Lazzara hitting himself in the face with his microphone.

Bookwise, anything by David Sedaris makes me laugh and anything by Chuck Klosterman makes me want to channel my cynicism into a constuctive and hilarious literary masterpiece. Moviewise, I love the weird stuff. On the subject of music and whatnot, the recent low-budget Once made my life. I laughed. I cried. I bought the soundtrack.

The only TV I watch is The Office. I'm very strict about that.

Besides the ones that everyone else knows, all I can think of is Neopets.com. It pretty much consumed my summer at the age of nine, and the fact that my sister and I would fight to the death for another ten minutes online to feed our weirdo animals and buy them cool stuff is a testament to the epic ability of this site.