Long live small apertures and text messaging.

Today I saw my Alma Mater, San Diego State, beat BYU in basketball. There were many politically incorrect Mormon jokes from the fans and a family dressed like bananas trying to distract the BYU players behind the basket. It's possible they were plantains, but I'm not a botanist and plantains are a far less funny. I tried to take some snazzy cell-phone-camera shots, but the gain was out of control.
The band played the SDSU fight song so many times that I've memorized the melody, but for the life of me I couldn't tell you what any of the words are. The lyrics were written on a free binder they gave me as a freshman, but that binder is long gone.

While walking around campus, I realized that all those annoying construction detours closed-down areas that blocked my way when I was on the way to class are now a whole bunch of nice things I didn't have when I was a student. I want to go back in time to tell myself in the past to go forward in time and check out where our tuition money is going.