|Bwahaha. The rest of you have to wait until 2005.|
Current Music: Miscellaneous Mississippi blues music on the Writing Center's stereo. Good stuff.
Current Thought: La dee da...
So I've seen Episode III. No, really. I didn't go to a private screening. I didn't download it on KaZaA. I didn't buy it in a comic book store. I've seen Episode III.
I dreamt it. And I think it was about as good as George Lucas could ever make it, which, as you can probably guess, was pretty freakin' lame. I know Anakin was in it. Bleh. I know Padme was in it. Bleh. But worst of all, there was no Obi-Wan! The one thing that could have made that dream worth the brain cells it took to generate it was completely and utterly absent! No Ewan! Augh!
Well. Yeah. Sucky dream. The whole thing revolved around one really lame battle that was more like a session of Parliament or something. The movie ended before Luke and Leia were even born. I think if things really happened that way, Warsians would be committing mass hara-kiri in the parking lot. Perhaps the events of last year, and my disappointment with Attack of the Plotless Clones is finally catching up with my subconscious. Whatever the case, I'm ticked. I could have dreamt about U2 or Lord of the Rings or something worthwhile, but noooooooo. My dream had Hayden Christensen.
I think I also dreamt about reading Salman Rushdie's The Satanic Verses. It was different from what I expected. Like some sort of creepy Harry Potter or The Once and Future King or something.
Anyway. Tonight I get new clothes. Natalie's coming along to pick out shoes for me, and Rachel D. is gonna have to work within the confines of the $100 my parents are giving me. But yay! New clothes!
Unfortunately, we're going to the mall.
So on another note, I just found myself wondering if anyone actually reads this blog. No, really. I have no way of knowing if nobody leaves comments. Ryan has commented, and so have Kathleen and Laura. But that's it. So today I'm gonna do a test. Everybody who reads this post, click on the link below and comment on it. Understand? It's not that hard, really. Just tell me you read. I crave affirmation from my peers.
Now if people are as averse to commenting as my friends are to replying to e-mails, I'll never see a single comment. Namar.
Current Music: Seven Years, Norah Jones (stuck in my head) / Miscellaneous classical music on the WC's stereo
Current Thought: Wow. I'm posting almost every day now. I must be sick.
Latest development in my recent inability to tape record anything on TV even remotely involving my favorite band: This morning, Bono and Edge were going to be on the Today show. So I had a tape all ready to go, I programmed the VCR, and I politely asked Dad to turn the power on the VCR off after he finished watching his PBS special on fishing boat disasters. He said he would. I went to bed. At 9:30 a.m., I woke up and went downstairs to check on the VCR; I'd set it from 7 to 10. Was it recording? No. Thanks, Dad.
But on a happier note, I got to watch a few clips from the 2003 MusiCares Person Of The Year show, dedicated to Bono. A whole lotta people did U2 covers, and maybe it was the crappy quality of RealPlayer streaming video, but it seemed to me that everyone totally sucked except Norah Jones, who did a fantastic rendition of Stuck in a Moment. Sheryl Crow, meanwhile, attempted All I Want Is You and didn't hit a single note on key-- at least not in the thirty second clip I saw. How depressing.
Well, anyway. That's enough U2 for me today-- except for this quote, from U2 at the End of The World: "It was a bad night to be in U2. It was a bad night to be anywhere near U2. It was a bad night to know how to spell U2."
So. Here I am. Work his not quite started, but I'm sitting in the WC anyway. (Note to any British people who might be reading this-- that's Writing Center, not Water Closet. Yes, I'm aware of the possible confusion, and I rather like it that way. Not that my job is in any way similar to a bathroom, thank God.) Tonight I go early to youth group for worship practice. Tomorrow is another Totally Insane Thursday, followed by Only Mildly Insane Friday, on which I hope to go over to Natalie's house and have our first ever band practice. Then comes Homework-Filled Saturday, on which I hope to go to the mall and get a new wardrobe, which may be difficult as Mom and Dad are only giving me $100 to do so. Luckily I'm taking Rachel D., a notorious bargain-hunter, with me. So there's my week in advance. I'm still sick, but doing much better. And aside from the morning's disappointments, I'm doing pretty dang good today.
So one of my co-workers at the Writing Center greeted me this morning with the sentence, "I had a dream about you last night." Well, seeing as I don't really know this girl all that well, it understandably freaked me out to hear her say that. I very cautiously replied, "You did?" and she proceeded to tell me how she dreamt that I was sitting in the WC with the Tribal Journal, and I would write for a while, and then look up at everybody else and smile kind of eerily. And it turned out that what I was writing was, in a freaky Sphere/Myst sort of way, coming true, and my co-workers were battling their deepest fears and things like that.
Wow. I had no idea I had the power to manifest stuff.
Anyway, yeah. That was the highlight of my morning. I'm sick today, as I was sick yesterday, and sick Sunday, and sick for about half of Saturday after a really really awful day at Iowa Quiz Regionals. My team had a fantastic day on Friday, winning every quiz. Spike quizzed out (five correct) every time on Friday. Then, after one quiz on Saturday, we just couldn't do anything right. We missed every quiz that would have gotten us into the top three. We took third place at least two times, and got 6th out of 30 teams. Not bad, you might say, but we wanted 1st. It was pretty crappy.
However, it was very, very cool to see By Faith finally earn the By Faith name (they've been Unit 7 up 'til now) and then go on to win the stage quiz. They did awesome this weekend. In one quiz on Friday, they scored 810 to another team's 10. The most one team can get in one quiz is 830. Everyone on Unit 7 quizzed out, and five people quizzed out with a perfect score (no errors). So yeah, it was fun to see our favorite St. Louis team kick butt.
Mmm, class has started. Time to learn about Microsoft Excel. Namar.
