Current Thought: Stuff's gettin' better. Stuff's gettin' better all the time.
Ahh, salvation from boredom comes from the strangest places-- like Delacey. God bless that girl. In less than fifteen minutes, she and her older sister (the driver of the house) will be by to pluck me from the Kingdom of Boredom and whisk me away to blessed Barnes & Noble, which is... wait for it... right across the street from Wherehouse Music!!! This weekend is definitely looking up. Also, Natalie will show up sometime this evening with pictures and stories from homecoming. How delightful.
Sadly, the new Star Wars novel has not yet been released, so I'll probably spend most of the evening hovering around the Mark Twain section and hoping against hope that a hot, British/Scottish/Irish boy of about my age, who happens to love Mark Twain, will come along and strike up a conversation, and eventually buy me front-row tickets to a U2 concert in Dublin where Semisonic is opening for them.
"Against hope" is the operating term there. Namar.
Current Music: Worlds Apart, Bruce Springsteen (stuck in my head, which sucks, 'cause I don't know all the words)
Current Thought: When, oh when, am I gonna go to Wherehouse Music?
Feeling very depressed and rather let down, but I'm not really at liberty to say why. I'm not really one for naming names. I don't even feel like coughing it sarcastically. How strange.
Went in to work last night, which was nice enough. I asked about my hours, and Mike said everyone's getting really crappy hours lately, because it's "slow". Well, I was behind the concessions counter for four hours, and we could have used about six more people that night. It was really anything but slow. I don't even work floor, and I had to sweep in front of the counter. I didn't even get a chance to go to the freaking bathroom. They even asked me to stay until 2, which I've already told them several times I can't do. If they want me to work more, they can schedule me on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I'm sick of this.
On a completely unrelated note: WHY HASN'T BORDERS CALLED ME?!?!?!?!
Anyway, enough ranting from me. On to happier subjects. Laura burned me a copy of the Moulin Rouge 2 soundtrack (the sequel to the soundtrack, not the soundtrack to the sequel), and it rocks. Totally mindblowing. Awesome CD. Despite Nicole Kidman singing. Ewan makes up for it. :^D
Anyway. I'm gonna go wait for dinner (salmon... mmm....), and then wait for Delacey to call with details on who's going where to hang out tonight. Until next time, namar.
Current Music: Everything Breaks, Jewel (stuck in my head)
Current Thought: Wow, the guy on this mousepad advertising collegeplus.com really looks like Val Kilmer. Eww.
Okay, so last week Laura called me and said that she was running drawer at the concessions stand at Springfield 8 when a guy came up and ordered a large soda. Laura rang it up and said, "That'll be $3.14." And the guy handed her a $10 bill. He then proceeded to wave two fingers from left to right (a la Obi-Wan Kenobi), and solemnly replied, "Two dollars will suffice."
Needless to say, the guy was no Old Ben when it came to mind tricks. ("As you can see, my Jedi powers are far beyond yours.") So Laura stared at him for a while, and then repeated, "That'll be $3.14." Meanwhile, the guy's girlfriend (I know, I know, how did he get one of those?) was standing behind him and cracking up the whole time. Anyway. I found myself thinking about that little incident and wondering what I, as a die-hard Star Wars fan, would do in Laura's place. I came up with these possibilities:
1. Crazy guy: "Two dollars will suffice."
Me: waves hand from left to right "You will say 'Keep the change.'"
2. Crazy guy: "Two dollars will suffice."
Me: "Would you like extra nerd with that?"
3. Crazy guy: "Two dollars will suffice."
Me: waves hand from left to right "You will go try this at a theater where they're actually showing Episode II."
4. Crazy guy: "Two dollars will suffice."
Me: "Much to learn, you still have."
5. Crazy guy: "Two dollars will suffice."
Me: waves hand from left to right "You want to go home and rethink your life."
Man, now I hope he comes back and tries it on me.
BTW, the quote of the day is: "Why can't they get girlfriends?"--Bo, Signs
*waves hand from left to right* You will now bookmark this page... Namar.
Current Music: Where the Streets Have No Name, U2 (stuck in my head)
Current Thought: Maybe I'll get lucky, and Mom will feel like paying me for the test I typed for her, and then maybe we can go to Wherehouse Music, and maybe I'll find a used copy of The Joshua Tree for less than five dollars... Wow, that's a lot of maybes.
Untitled but Dedicated
They'll try to tell you
That you didn't do everything you could
That it's your fault she betrayed you
And when they can't get through
They'll surround you with a silence
So dense you can't even hear God
And your doubts and fears
Will grow louder as they wall you in
With your own drifting detachment
But you'll have to fight it
Tell yourself the truth
Everything you did was right
In the end it was her own choice
You couldn't force her; you didn't try
I saw her turn away and leave you
For what it's worth
You didn't waste your time
Time is never wasted
And you did something good
I know you did, because
Now you're persecuted
And that's what happens
When you do something good
But I don't suppose that helps you now
With their voices in your ear
You'll get through it
And someday you'll look back
And know there was nothing more
For you to do
That could save her.
written 9/24/02
To whom it concerns, I'm proud of you and I feel honored to call you my friend. There isn't much else to say; the poem says basically everything I want to tell you, but I didn't have the words face to face. Hope you don't mind this crude method of getting my point across.
Current Music: The Memory of Trees, Enya (stuck in my head)
Current Thought: I hate it when the third-floor ICE Computer lab is closed.
Random Reflection
The time is no longer growing
Closer to the point where I believe
He'll turn to me and say
All the things I have so desperately
Wanted to hear for so long
Times like these, I can't understand
How girls like her stay so calm
In the face of these things
Even though I see the other side
I know it's an act
She's fooling him and everybody else
She's a good actor
But back to him
And eventually, indeed,
It all comes back to him
Will anything ever change?
Of course it will
When one or the other of us has to leave
Then it will change
("Absence makes" is a load of crap)
But that's not what I mean
What do I mean?
What do I want?
And for God's sake
How will I ever get it?
Looks like I've found the perfect mix: w.bloggar and enetation's comment template. The only downside to this lovely program is that I can't publish when I've made changes to the template; I have to go through Blogger itself to do that. But I can live with it, because the comments work! Hallelujah, praise God, bless Jesus! HUZZAH!
|Well if the sky can crack there must be some way back to love and only love...|
Current Music: Electrical Storm, U2
Current Thought: What's up with the video to Electrical Storm?
Had a nice lazy day today-- in point of fact, I even had a bubble bath. Unfortunately, the bubble bath solution was sticky, and when I got out, I had to ruin it by taking a shower, too. But at least I can sleep in tomorrow.
I've decided to phase out the commenting feature until I can find a reliable provider. For some reason, my Blog's template got all screwy with this one, and turned the quotes and equal signs into carats, which left strings of spare code littered all over my beautiful white page. Maybe it's a Blogger problem...
Just downloaded a delightful program caled w.bloggar, a blogging utility that works with Blogger, and lo and behold, it does templates, too! Now I'm checking out enetation's comment system. Maybe I'll get lucky and actually find one that works.
Whoa. My frog tank's filter was making a sound disturbingly similar to that of the aliens in Signs. As Josiah would say, "Those dang Ethiopians..."
Just in case any Ethiopians are reading this page, I mean no offense to Ethiopians, and I'm sure Josiah didn't either.
Anyway. Gonna try out this new comment system now, so stay tuned. Namar.
It just occured to me that my priorities have changed. I'd only blow off a youth retreat for a U2 concert... but only if Semisonic was opening for them... in Dublin... and a really hot guy (preferably a British/Scottish/Irish one) bought me front-row tickets and airfare.
I know, not bloody likely, but at least that means I won't be blowing off any youth retreats soon.
Just remembered an experiment I did once... I read in my Klutz dream journal that it is actually possible to train yourself to dream certain things, using willpower and a vivid imagination right before you go to bed. They said it helps to write it down. So I tried it. Around 11 o'clock one night, I wrote the entire story line of the dream I wanted, and it went something like this... "Sean Biggerstaff takes me around New York, buys me a Fender Strat, and we end up at a U2 concert in Central Park. He kisses me during All I Want Is You." (For the uninitiated, Sean Biggerstaff is an extremely attractive Scottish actor, previously seen in that Harry Whoever movie, who is about my age and looks like a young Ewan McGregor. I had a huge crush on him recently. Probably still do. Haven't checked.)
Anyway, I read that little note to myself and burned it into my brain, then eventually went to sleep. And next thing I know, I'm at some concert somewhere, with a miscellaneous musician up on stage, playing a Fender Strat. He wasn't very good, and he couldn't sing. And "Sean Biggerstaff" was a not-very-attractive guy standing next to me. And, as with most of my dreams recently, there was no kissing. How incredibly disappointing. I guess I'm not good with willpower.
Current Thought: I should finally get my paycheck today, so I can buy some origami paper to give to Joel, since I borrowed his freaking awesome origami book last night... But I didn't say how much origami paper I'd give him. Muahahahaha.
Got out of Spanish early thanks to the end of a really, really awful movie and a really, really easy quiz afterwards that I finished in record time. I'm always the first to finish, but this time I think I surprised even myself. And the quiz was written in Spanish, too.
Sometimes, I even amaze myself.
So, have I mentioned that the youth retreat rocked? Well, it did. As did the bible study on Sunday afternoon. And I get to go to Bible Quiz tonight! (And I finally have chapter 12 memorized!) It just gets better and better.
I have this strange urge to headbang as I listen to Complicated. Ahh, Avril Lavigne and her rebellious teen ways... Almost makes me want to be a rebellious teen, too. But... no. I just couldn't pull it off. Ties and tank tops don't look good on me.
Ahh! Sk8r Boi! Skip tracks! Quick!
Whew... Funny. I'm just not in the mood for that song. I'm With You fits my mood much better right now.
Before I sign off, I'll reply to my comments (comments! Yay!). Laura dear, I added this neato feature last Friday, after finding it on http://www.klinkfamily.com/BlogOut/ . Speaking of which, what's the URL to your blog? I wanna read it!
Kathleen, by far the best quote from that awful, awful movie was said by the main character, Balbuena... "So I said, 'Why do I need two-ply toilet paper? So I don't have to keep a copy?'" And as you can imagine, the fact that that was the best quote out of the whole thing doesn't say a whole lot for the rest of the movie. For an indication of just how truly, truly awful it was, one of the characters died at the end, and just before the scene faded to black, the actor started to stand up. My teacher had to clear things up for us. "And just so you know," he said, "Fellito really is dead, despite him moving before the camera." Oy. I really, really do love my Spanish class, but sometimes it scares me.
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