It sucks not having enough cash for anything. For example: no more than a half hour ago, I went on Amazon and discovered that on November 5th, U2 will be releasing their Best Of 1990-2000 album. And what's more, if you order it on Amazon for $19.99 (you save $4.99), they'll throw in a bonus DVD with various live performances through the years. There are just three problems: a) my job sucks and I make $5.20 an hour; b) I only work about 8 hours a week, if even that; c) I'm already spending a ton of money on my Eowyn costume (for Halloween and the Two Towers premiere). So yeah, that sucks. If anyone out there would like to take pity on me and send a copy of Best Of 1990-2000 my way come November 5, I'd be much obliged...
Life is so full of irony. I'm in the final stages of a rather lengthy crush phase that has lasted from early summer right up to a couple weeks ago, and just as I'm getting over the person in question, I start having these dreams. Dreams that involve kissing. Dreams that involve just the two of us, sitting together, holding hands, staring deeply into each other's eyes... It's all a bit like the dream I had a few months ago, but about ten times worse. How depressing.
It's the end of an era: I'm finally retiring my old Vans CaraBeth sneakers. I've had 'em for something like four years, and they've long since gone from a pleasant sky-ish blue to a middling grey that matches practically everything. The rubber is now almost completely worn off at the heel, and they're in pretty sad shape. Farewell, my beloved trademark--you are bound for that big shoebox in the sky.
On the plus side, when I first got those puppies, Mom got a pair exactly like them, and she's worn them twice in all that time, so she gave 'em to me! Hello again, my beloved trademarks!
Boom cha, boom cha, Discotheque...
Well, anyway. Had a busy weekend; worked on Friday night and Saturday morning to afternoon, then saw Tuck Everlasting with Natalie afterward. Lovely, romantic, depressing movie. Went to CCC Sunday morning, then got inducted into Phi Theta Kappa that afternoon. Most. Boring. Thing. Ever. Luckily, I followed that up with a movie and a Bible study at Josiah's house (the movie was Orange County), then traveled about thirty miles to Sam's new house. So cool to be out in the country again; reminded me of Galena without all the people (ha ha). The poem in today's earlier post is about the ride back. I won't say who was driving, but I will say red convertible. ;^) That was great fun. So was getting lost on the way there with Josiah, who doesn't know right from left anyway, and on top of that, Sam's directions were out of order. So we got there about half an hour after everyone else.
Let's see here, what else is new... I'm nearly finished with the best book I've read in recent months: Smoke and Mirrors, by Neil Gaiman, the author of Neverwhere and the Sandman series, among others. I'm simply in awe. The man has absolutely limitless creativity. If brain transplants were feasible, I'd want his.
Anyway, just got out of class for the day. Got into some heavy factoring (gag) in math, looked at pictures of dogs and motorcycles (I kid you not) in Art and Experience, and watched about half of a really stupid movie in Spanish. Here's an indication of how stupid: it wasn't even originally in Spanish. It was dubbed over, and there were no subtitles. And to top it all off, the main character was played by Michael Biehn, who hasn't been in a decent film since his stint as James Cameron's favorite actor. Tsk, tsk. Poor man. He was so cute in The Abyss.
Before I sign off, I thought I'd plug two other blogs... Laura's, called HotSauceObsession, and Mark's (my old Canadian penpal) DeadJournal. Goooooood readin'.
Soooooothe me mother, ruuuuuuule me father, shoooooooow me mother, shoooooooow me mother...
Current Music:Tryin' To Throw Your Arms Around The World, U2
Current Thought: Wanna cash my check...
We took the sharper turns at sixty-five
And on the straightaways, got up to ninety
Until small hills felt like pulling G's in a fighter jet
And my knuckles turned white on the door handle
But even though (or perhaps because) my life was in someone else's hands
I was strangely unafraid
And a feeling of peace came over me as the full moon, bright as daylight,
Slid across the dash
Living so long in the city, I forgot what stars were like
What silence is
And how it feels to be
Completely free
On a country road
Under a midnight sky
With a friend at my side.
