Okay, I just found out some incredible news: The Rentals got back together, and they're making another album, and they're playing a show at the 9:30 Club the day after my classes end in August! Evidently, this is all old news, and I am completely out of touch and out of date. But, whatever, so sue me for not keeping careful watch on a band that's been broken up for years, with the lead singer putting out his own solo albums.

If you don't know The Rentals, I don't blame you, but you should check them out. It was Matt Sharp's side band when he was in Weezer, that became his primary one amid all that Rivers Cuomo meltdown business. And now that he and Rivers have reconciled, there's no reason to feel like you're betraying the Weez every time you pop in a Rentals disc. Now I can dream again about the ultimate Weezer-Rentals tour, with Matt doing some Blue Album vocals, and not just pretend by listening to Seven More Minutes on the way to a Weezer concert, which, in my defense, I only did once.

Clearly, I will be buying a ticket for the August 5th show, but I haven't yet because I'm hoping I can find someone to go with me. I mean, it's the 9:30 Club, so there's no assigned seating to worry about, but I'd just like to know, you know? Of course you know. I'm gonna be checking Facebook profiles and putting an away message up. I don't know any Rentals fans off the top of my head, but I'm sure they're out there.

I am celebrating this weekend the completion of my first two summer courses. Both of them had final papers due on Friday, one 7-9 pages due at 9am, one 5-7 pages due at midnight, neither with any possibility of extension. And yet, unexpectedly, I'm still alive, although I think I might have developed carpal tunnel syndrome or some other neurological disorder. As the long hours of typing and mouse clicking went on, I started getting these sharp pains in my right hand, and it's still sore. I dunno, maybe it'll go away on its own.

Lots and lots of typing. I only shot for the minimum page requirements because, let's face it, 12 pages is already much more work than what should be due in a single day in a summer session. I didn't sleep at all Thursday night. I didn't have any Red Bull, so I was struggling forward on Diet Pepsi Lime and breaks to browse Facebook photos and Threadless. But I did it. And to all you hata's out there who was like "yo, ain't no way dis crazy-ass fool is gonna pull this off," you can suck it, because I did pull it off even with your discouraging street talk hanging over my head like a ghetto, netless basketball hoop that I could never even dream about dunking on, not even if I pretend I'm Woody Harrelson in White Men Can't Jump.

So now there's solely the second summer session that separates me from stupendous stunning success. Seriously stellar.

My hand hurts.