American Toddler.

I'm awful at Tetris.  I'm just as bad at realizing before the last minute how much stuff I've accumulated over break to take back to my dorm.  This packing situation is an impossibility, and it doesn't help that I've been sitting here watching old home videos instead.  The camera abruptly cuts to me, sitting in my dad's workshop in safety goggles and a WWII style fighter pilot hat bouncing to 'American Woman'.  I haven't really changed much.

  I don't wanna see your face a-no more.