Why would anyone want a glass house? That's just stupid!

This weekend was one I would call action packed. Of course, everything little thing is action packed when you’re sick and running on a very small amount of sleep. At any rate, this particular action-packedness stemmed from another grand flea market at that random vacant lot next to Guptills and the set-up and take-down thereof. Basically Friday and Saturday were completely booked, involving either setting up or making numerous trips to and from Guptills. Two fall ball games broke up what would otherwise have been a complete time monopoly on the part of the flea market. I honestly don’t remember anything that happened over the course of those two days except that we didn’t get home until 8:30 on Saturday night (which is at least a good two hours later than usual). That left me with Sunday (which was yesterday) to get caught up on school work and sleep. Incidentally, I achieved neither one, as I spent the morning at church and the afternoon watching Saw II and Star Wars Episode III (for what must be the 107^th time now).

Before I continue on the “grand scheme of things,” let me discuss Saw II. I would say I was grossly disappointed with the movie as a whole. I don’t feel like writing a spoiler here, so I’ll keep it pretty simple. Basically, I think it was a poor attempt to capitalize on gore and the success of the first movie. The plot twist at the end was lame; I’m surprised I didn’t see it coming a mile away, because at the end I was actually saying to myself “oh, duh.” It wasn’t nearly as suspenseful, and it sure lacked the pure psychological thrillingness of the first. I don’t want to say it sucked, because I didn’t quite suck, but had it been a standalone movie it probably would have. This being the case, I’m not anticipating Saw III to be any better (because generally movie sequels get worse with each number), and I’m sure not going to waste money seeing it when it comes out in the theater. Heck, that’s what online piracy is for.

Anyhow, back to the “grand scheme of things.” By the time I had finished my movie experience it was something like 5:00 and I was hungry. I lumbered on into the kitchen and got a couple slices of Italian bread and some Ibuprofen for my killer headache that suddenly developed itself over the course of 30 seconds, then went back into my room and slept for the next four and a half bloody hours. I hadn’t actually intended to sleep at all (I had put on Star Wars Episode III again (for the 108^th time)), but I managed to sleep through most of it and “listen” to what I was awake for. So I woke up around 9:30 realizing I hadn’t put the slightest dent in any of my homework. I dawdled a little bit, and then finally decided to get cracking on it once and for all. Some ludicrous technical difficulties prevented me from completing any of my assignments, but it was okay because I didn’t feel like doing them anyway. Nowadays I have almost all of the work done, so a few more short hours should have me on track for this week.

That brings me to today, where I sit now outside DCC 3116, waiting for another 14 minutes for “Living in Cyberspace,” the easiest class I’ve ever taken. Picture this: a four credit, four hour a week pass-fail class that consists of talking and/or doing whatever you want on your computer, and then picture it being the last class of every day, and then picture going home, and then picture…well, you get the idea. I love this class so much. Last time we spent a goodly while just adding links to the class website. I contributed the fat-pie flash toons website, home of Salad Fingers, Ptikobj, and other classics, the Factual Matrerials Essence of Douchebag Page, and the DeviantArt Interactive Buddy, who provided me with countless hours of Guidance fun during some of the more boring parts of last year. The possibilities of today’s class are, at this point, nearly endless.

Well kids, I think it may be time to go, because my butt is falling asleep from sitting on the floor (it’s real, real uncomfortable) and I pretty much don’t feel like writing anymore. I know you cool cats are all having a lot more fun than me, and right now I’m going to accept that fact and channel it into an intense bitterness over my own existence in a continuum of boringness. I think I’ll take a road trip to Madagascar after classes.

The End