New Semester, New Rules part one

Many things have changed, many things.
First off, I don't really think FTB is a band anymore. We basically just stopped practicing all together. Now it's just me on an acoustic guitar and Kyle playing drums (just a floor tom and a snare, weird marching rhythms). It's very fun, and I find it is a good mix of both my love for punk rock and folk music combined. We might actually already have a gig at some girl's party, which will be fun.
All new semester, folks. Anthropology, sociology, and the best art, no more computer class! Whoop whoop!
I try really hard not to label myself, but it's almost entirely impossible, because people just do it for you. You're a punk, or a prep, or a jock, or a nerd. Obviously these labels exist, there's no point in denying it, but we do people fight so hard to fit into them? I'm not saying I don't, but I try not to. You dress a certain way and suddenly people think that it's all that you're interested in. It's a really shallow way to just assume you know every little niche of a person's personality just by looking at how they dress. Now granted, there are some exceptions to the rule, guidos are generally pretty douchey and such. But who decided that a life of guidoism ties in to a life of being an asshole? Was it them?
Anyway, I'm out of time right now, I'll post again today in a wee bit.