Friday the Thirteenth of Doom
I think adding "of Doom" to anything makes it sound sinister and ridiculous, because being the non-superstitious kind of person that I am, I know for a fact that nothing bad is going to happen today just because it is Friday the 13th. I can't really remember anything significant happening today, save that I spent 4.5 hours at the Sports Information Office located conveniently in the Robison Gymnasium. It was a real good time, kids. I typed up the game summaries for the five football games we've had this year and then uploaded action shots of about half of the women's soccer team before heading off in a homewardly direction. I hit up Toys R Us on the way home, but found that they had little of interest or reasonable price (as is the increasing trend with this once great dynasty of a toy store). And now here I am with a belly full of Pizza Friday pizza and chocolate graham cookies (the most delightful sort of cookies) and a nagging tiredness that is causing me not to attend tonight's football game at CBA.
Listen up everyone. Only eleven more days until the Black Parade hits stores. One week from Tuesday I will be crashing every store I know of until I find this CD, and when I do, I will not hesitate to buy it, take it home, and love it like it deserves. This will be a landmark, people: the first CD I will have ever bought. It's going to be nothing less than rip-roaring good.
I just stopped for a number of minutes to think deeply about the status of my life. Last night I slept for a total of 9 hours, but they were all disjointed hours. I slept from 4 to 8, did some stuff, then slept again from 11:30 to 1:30, then watched Resident Evil and read Wikipedia articles about the series of games, then went back to sleep around 4:45. I woke up again at 8 and went to school, and here I am today.
That's basically what I do these days. I watch movies. I think of movies that I want to see or have ever wanted to see, even if only the slightest desire ever awoke in me, and I watch them. I love to watch popular or suggested movies and formulate a real opinion of them, because most of the movies that people like pretty much suck. Such movies include Fight Club, Anchorman, and Team America: World Police. This isn't to say that every movie anyone else likes is good. No, there are plenty of popular movies that really are spectacles of entertainment. Some people just like all the wrong movies. One of the movies I recently dabbled in, despite warnings that it was a "chick flick," was the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. As a rather weak disclaimer, I probably would never have watched it if not for a number of my female friends who like it (the curiosity began to drive me quasi-crazy), but I have to say it was a rather good movie, and admittedly even "touching" (something of a spoiler here: remember the young (i.e. not old) adage, "a movie is only touching if someone dies"). I think I'm becoming a movie fanatic. In the past three months I've watched more movies than I can name or remember plot details from. I still have a few movies that I want to make a judgment on (most prominently Pulp Fiction), but I must make sure I don't waste myself into nothingness.
Um...let's see, I've just been on IMDB.com for about an hour now, looking up movie quotes just so I can put up a new away message. Maybe I'll just think of something myself...At any rate, I lost my train of thought a while ago and I pretty much need to end this blog before it self destructs. Screeching halt, crash, etc.
The End
Listen up everyone. Only eleven more days until the Black Parade hits stores. One week from Tuesday I will be crashing every store I know of until I find this CD, and when I do, I will not hesitate to buy it, take it home, and love it like it deserves. This will be a landmark, people: the first CD I will have ever bought. It's going to be nothing less than rip-roaring good.
I just stopped for a number of minutes to think deeply about the status of my life. Last night I slept for a total of 9 hours, but they were all disjointed hours. I slept from 4 to 8, did some stuff, then slept again from 11:30 to 1:30, then watched Resident Evil and read Wikipedia articles about the series of games, then went back to sleep around 4:45. I woke up again at 8 and went to school, and here I am today.
That's basically what I do these days. I watch movies. I think of movies that I want to see or have ever wanted to see, even if only the slightest desire ever awoke in me, and I watch them. I love to watch popular or suggested movies and formulate a real opinion of them, because most of the movies that people like pretty much suck. Such movies include Fight Club, Anchorman, and Team America: World Police. This isn't to say that every movie anyone else likes is good. No, there are plenty of popular movies that really are spectacles of entertainment. Some people just like all the wrong movies. One of the movies I recently dabbled in, despite warnings that it was a "chick flick," was the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. As a rather weak disclaimer, I probably would never have watched it if not for a number of my female friends who like it (the curiosity began to drive me quasi-crazy), but I have to say it was a rather good movie, and admittedly even "touching" (something of a spoiler here: remember the young (i.e. not old) adage, "a movie is only touching if someone dies"). I think I'm becoming a movie fanatic. In the past three months I've watched more movies than I can name or remember plot details from. I still have a few movies that I want to make a judgment on (most prominently Pulp Fiction), but I must make sure I don't waste myself into nothingness.
Um...let's see, I've just been on IMDB.com for about an hour now, looking up movie quotes just so I can put up a new away message. Maybe I'll just think of something myself...At any rate, I lost my train of thought a while ago and I pretty much need to end this blog before it self destructs. Screeching halt, crash, etc.
The End
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