Well, here's another nice mess you've gotten me into!

Oi to the world
When last we met, I had just been wiped out of Halloween Candy and had recently started my job as a receptionist at Seton Keough.
Not much has changed, Except the season. Now there are candles in my windows and a dead tree in my living room. Isn't Christmas FANTASTIC!
I am still at the school. They like me so much they are keeping me till January 25th. More money for me! The down side of all this working is that nothing interesting is happening. No drama outside of School. Inside school there is LOTS of it. This week alone saw a child's mother attempt Suicide, I talked with Child Protective Services (from Two states!) four different times, a Fire alarm when off causing an evacuation, I was called irresponsible and accused of losing a child detention slip causing more detention for her (by said child, I might add), and to cap of the week our Maintainence head honcho cut off part of his finger.
Only one more week until break.

Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

So, I thought that this was cool. I mean, always question vigilante justice, but in this case, I would say it was diffinatly called for.

I want to be alone.

Kay, So in my last post I mentioned that I had a job at Seton Keogh. Well I got the location right, Just not the description. I'm the receptionist. The gatekeeper if you will. I answer the phones and let people in the building. The power! The Chances to Screw up! So far so good though. There are a couple of people that I know I transfered to the wrong place, but not too many. Maybe 5 or six. A day.
Speaking of Screw ups, Today is Halloween. Yay! It's a great holiday. Lots of candy and little kids, a lethal combination. This Halloween, I'm spending Halloween home alone. My parents are on a trip celebrating their 25th wedding anniversary and my sibling are of course out at school. So decorations and more importantly candy provisions are up to me. Great! I would now like you, dear reader, to take note of the time of this blog. I am out of candy. I bought 4 Bags of candy. I had no idea that there were that many little kids in this neighborhood. I had a sneaking suspicion, but the last four years have changed the area to mostly young childless couples and middle-age childless couples to young families. So I was unprepared. Next year... I hope to not be living here, But i will still be better prepared.
Anyway, Happy Halloween!

We haven't located us yet.

So Last night I was going to go to see a play and go visit Fencers at the Fence-a-thon. Instead, I went to see Darjeeling Limited with my brother and parents and did not go see the Fencers. Not seeing people sucked, but the movie did not. The only other movie I have ever seen by Wes Anderson was Life Aquatic, which i really didn't like, but this was really cute. The story is interesting and i liked the characters by the end, despite the fact that i wasn't really rooting for them in the beginning. I actually was more inclined to dislike them at the beginning. The thing with this movie is it's not funny. There are moments when it makes you chuckle, but it is amusing. I had happened to see the short film that is supposed to be a prequel to it earlier in the week so I had a little more background than my family, but they still enjoyed it. So go see it.

EDIT: I wrote this a while ago, I just never posted it. So here it is.

They Call me MR. Tibbs!

So My insanity has come to an end and I am employed, I think. I'm 85-90% sure that the job is mine. I have a meeting on Tuesday that is either an interview or orientation. But since the job starts on the 26th I think they are kind of done looking. By the way, this is a teaching Job. I'm going to a long term sub for a teacher who is having surgery on the 26th and I'm going to work for the next 4 to 6 weeks after that. Which means I will be employed around, but not actually have to work on, Thanksgiving. Yay! I'm working at Seton Keogh High School, where my Aunt teaches Religion and my Cousin is a junior. And I have no idea what I'm Teaching, though I think the subject is religion. We'll see.

In Space, No one can hear you scream

Same goes for Suburbia.

Don't you love New York in the fall? It makes me want to buy school supplies.

Do you ever get the feeling that the universe is trying to tell you something, and for once you actually think you may be getting the message? All week I've been told, by various people and for various reasons that if you want something, I mean really want it, then you will get it if you are also willing to fight for it. Kind of a "well, Duh" moment. I just think it's an odd coincidence to hear it from about four different places that have no connection what so ever to each other in the span of two days.
Now i just have to figure out whether the Universe would take time out of it's busy schedule to talk to me personally.
Yeah, I don't think so.
Anyway, It's finally autumn, probably my favorite time of year. It's getting chilly, the holidays are coming starting with Halloween then right down the slippery slope stopping at New Years. The only problem is that once New Year's is over there is not an interesting thing until March at the earliest. Maybe it will snow this year. The funny thing is that my mom is terribly practical and saying that the chill in the air will only bring ice and snow, making it difficult, even dangerous, to drive. My mom is so much fun.
On one final note, to chocolate lovers everywhere, I share this thought: It's not your fault!

I Feel the need, The need for speed

Washington drivers are the worst drivers I have ever had the misfortune to come across. I never thought that i would live to see the day where I would actually appreciate the insanity that is 695, but i do. Here and now. Holy crap, I was driving in Bethesda, to get gas, and I pulled onto a little side street with three way traffic light. The other two lanes of traffic were stopped. And the drivers in these lanes (they were not behind me, and my decision to go or not go did not affect them) began honking their horns at me to go already. The kicker is that the light was STILL RED! ARGH!
Another time, a truck must have been trying to get in my lane, and I was driving the same speed as him, so I was not getting out of his way (mind you, I didn't notice any turn signal, but that does not necessarily mean that there was none. Anyway, the Truck driver decided to slow down, pull behind me, pass me on the right, and then pull in front of me. At least he didn't cut me off too close.
Washington is so much more pleasant if you are on the metro.
Now you may ask, what the hell I was doing in the 52 state. I was at a job interview with a company I will never work for. And I am ok with that. Actually the job was in Tyson's Corner, Virgina (the 10th State). But really, that is neither here nor there.
Today I have another interview with an advertising company. Maybe it will go better.

I won't think about that now. I'll think about that tomorrow.

When did the Greatest Generation become so great?
Ok, follow me here, because you are about to get a glimpse of how my mind works. And it's not pretty.
The other day I was scanning in pictures of railroad bridges, specifically the bridges around Harper's Ferry and the Thompson Viaduct (i think). These pictures stretched back to when the bridges where opened, some of which was before the Civil war and one of which was shortly after the Confederates blew the previous bridge up. Anyway, early pictures of these bridges are pretty, idyllic even. There were children playing on the banks of the river, trees growing, the town was pretty, everything you would imaging the good old days would be. Then I found one picture taken of the same bridge in the late 40's, early 50's. It spoke a few more than 1000 words. The bridge admittedly was old, but the trees where gone, the river icky looking, and there was an industrial construct in the frame. No more happy children, happy trees, or happy fish. Admittedly the train is a vehicle of industry, and maybe the trees were all elm or some other tree that has died out because of disease or human interference. And the radio tower looking thing was probably very important for keeping trains on time and not heading for each other. But I couldn't help thinking, "Wow, they really fucked up this."
Which made me wonder, what else did this group of people who were supposed to be this Great generation screw up? And who gave them that title anyway?
According to Wikipedia, you can blame that on Tom Brokaw. And the reason that he said that they where the Greatest Generation was because they fought WWII, the Korean War and because they build up industry. Umm, then can we blame Global warming on them?
What I'm really thinking about is how each generation thinks that they are going to fix, that they are going to learn from the mistakes of their elders, or that they simply are smarter than the previous generation and that they should all just fuck off.
But instead, no one learns, makes mistakes (some of them arguably worse than the previous generations mistakes) and it all becomes just a little bit of history repeating.
So what do we, The "Millennials," do? I don't have a clue.

Just don't screw with my idyllic scenery.

E.T. phone home.

Well, if today is Friday, then it has been a week since I slept in my own bed. And the next time I will do so will be on Sunday.
What I have been up to is spending time wit various members of my family. I spent Saturday helping my cousin with his Eagle Scout project and then spent Saturday Evening to Tuesday morning with my Grandmother. My grandfather is currently in Salisbury with my uncle on a business trip. Yes, Salisbury, England. So my grandmother and I hung out and watched movies. My grandparents recently got cable so my grandmother can indulge in watching her two favorite channels, Turner Classic Movies and the Food Network. Until now, the only time that she got to see these wonderful channels was when she visited Florida in the winter. She said that now she has no reason to visit.
My grandfather made the reservations any way.
And now I am at the beach. Why? Why not. The excuse was that we needed to wait for the electrician. Who came and went and told us that our dehumidifier needed to be replaced and did you want to turn on your water heater?
And tonight I'm going up to Villanova to visit my brother for Family Weekend.
And I have an idea, but I will tell you about it later...

I can't tell you that. It's classified

Is it a good sign when you are apply for a job in Shipping and receiving with a company you know next to nothing about and one of the questions is what grade of Government Security clearance you have?
Kinda worries me a bit. So if I disappear, now you know where I went. Or rather, what happened to me.
This morning i was going through pictures I've taken in the last three years. Some of them where quite fabulous. I get the feeling that I should invest in a high resolution Scanner. Especially if I will continue to insist on taking pictures with my analog camera. A lot of the pictures where from Australia, which is kind of heart breaking. I took all these pictures, trying so hard to take more than the average tourist photos. I mean when is the next time I'll get to go to Australia? But instead of being displayed they're stuck in photo albums no one looks at or still in the development folder. Poo. I admit I may have delusions of grandeur, but I do know that I'm not the next Ansel Adams or Cindy Sherman.
The only solution is to grow up, buy a house and cover the walls.

Naa.

La-dee-da, la-dee-da

Well, its Labor Day Weekend, the traditional time for people to go back to school. And for the first time in... about 18 years, I am not among the students headed away from freedom and back to the classrooms. In someways, I'm really glad. No papers. No real deadlines. No last minuet panic attacks and getting work done just in time.
Well, really the only thing I miss about being in school is hanging out with people. So, Haha, suckers still in school. You enjoy your easy access to a multitude of friends, and I will enjoy my regular sleep schedule.
This weekend also marked my triumphant return to the Gill Family Tradition of my Uncle Jacks Crab Feast. I missed in the last four years because of school. It's an annual Tooie/Gill/Tilghman Family reunion. It's usually fun/amusing. I get to catch up on the latest of family gossip and hang out with my Cousin Catlin, who this year caught me up on High School gossip. The most interesting piece was that one of the people i know from high school is getting a divorce. And that sums up my weekend.

Snap out of it!

I love the Orioles. I do. And I mean the Baseball team, not the bird (which I have never actually seen, thanks to over development and global warming). And they are a good team, except when they play baseball. Let me explain. They have the skills and ability to play well. They have shown that time and time again. If I recall correctly they shut out the Yankees 12-0. Not bad. Then last week, They lose 30-3. To the Texas Rangers. The highest score in modern baseball history which goes back to 1900. It was a ridiculous game. I mean it was hysterical in its own pathetic way. I was at the game, cheering for the Rangers along with everyone else. Right after the Rangers finally scored their 30th run, My brother's room mate texted him with the fact that the previously held record was 29. Last night they lost after they gave up 11 runs in the eighth inning, making it there seventh lose in a row. In the same game they also had six, Count 'em SIX, Home runs. And they STILL lost. Why can't they play as a team?
It's a good thing I don't live and die by the Orioles.

After all, tomorrow is another day!

Have you ever heard of the 12 Girl Band? They're from Shanghai, and they are an orchestra of Chinese instruments. But they don't just play traditional music. They also play classical like Mozart or Nessun Dorma from Turendot, Jazz like Georgia on My Mind or Take Five, and Pop like My Heart Will Go On. It's pretty wild. The reason that I have them on my mind is that my aunt (who is a music teacher) gave me the bands new DVD and CD for my birthday. I like it, but I'm alone on that front. Oh well, I'll listen to it in my car, when no one is with me.
Speaking of my family, my sister has come down with Mono. Perfect timing to screw up the beginning of college for her. That's right, she is supposed to start at Hood in a week. She is planning on starting classes like the regular student, just move in a little later. By then she will have had it for almost two weeks. I don't know if she will be any better or not, but hopefully she will have figured out how to cope with it.
As for me, Life is going to start changing next week. Both my brother and sister will be moving out to college, and I'll be left here. For all of college's drawbacks (papers, homework, tests, classes in general) I wish I could go back. Maybe that's just because I haven't yet actually made any steps forward. I did hear about a job working for the NSA in there museum (YES! the NSA has a museum!). I would be cataloging and organizing all the recently declassified material from WWI and II. I'm going to call them up and find out how outrageously under qualified I am. But I'm going to keep my finger's crossed. Hey, there's always Medieval Times (Must enjoy wearing tights! It honestly says that on their job stuff)

Here's Johnny!

Shesh, I really ought to update more. To updated only once a month just looks like carelessness. But oh well. Better infrequently than never.
Have you noticed lately how these past few days have been terrible for the International film community. Two famous Directors and an actor died, each from a different country in Europe. Is it just the time of the year?
Lately I've been hanging out at the B&O Railroad Museum on Mondays. I'm scanning in old negatives that are decomposing and need desperately to be placed in freezer storage. Most are simply early acetate, which dissolves into vinegar and brittle plastic. It's not deadly, just smelly. But some of the negatives are actually Nitrate emulsion, which is highly volatile and degrades easily and toxicly. So if I'm not careful, I could poison myself. And people say museum work is dull and quiet.
The actual subjects of the negatives is not terribly exciting. The most exciting part is the question: Why did the B&O Railroad have pictures of cows, chickens and sheep? I guess the Railroad was involved in more that just trains.
But, Hey, Guess what?!? Last week I was Dog/Cat/House sitting for my Uncle Bill. During that time, I got a lot of reading done. The most significant of these books was some little obscure book that NO ONE has hear of called Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. I liked it. And I'm bursting to talk to people about it. But since there are people out that who still need to read it and don't want me to ruin any piece of it (my brother and Mother), I won't talk about it.

Harry Potter Mania: Will it end soon?

I am increasingly apprehensive about the coming end of the Harry Potter series. I'm terribly afraid of who is going to die. Not IF someone is going to die, but who. There are only four people I want to survive: Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. If possible I want all the Weasley's, Hagrid, Lupin, Tonks, Neville and Luna to survive, but if they don't, it'll be OK. But, seriously, if the fabulous four go, I'm not sure that I could ever read these books again. I just put down the Sixth book, and I have no desire to read any of the other Potter books, except the last one. And the last time i put it down, I didn't read any of them for two years. Part of that was because of the whole finishing school thing, but I may have also lost my appetite. I don't really remember any more.
The real question is, why is this so important to me. It's just a silly book. The characters aren't real. Harry doesn't exist and has no bearing on my life what so ever. But I care. Rowling has created amazing characters in her books. My aunt had a similar experience when she read the Lord of the Rings. She said that she couldn't pick up another book for a year because they weren't her friends Sam and Frodo. Fortunately (or perhaps unfortunately) for her she didn't have to wait for the ending, It was right there. Easy to access. And didn't need to be written. Now she is a librarian right in the middle of a Library that has been carried away, like the rest of us, by the whole series climax. Of course, she's happy to go along. She's going to be the first in her house to read the last book, probably starting the second she gets her hands on her copy. Now the question is, where do I get my hands on a copy?

Back in the realm of all things personal and Gina: I have gotten a gig volunteering at the B&O railroad museum. It's a chance to gain experience, and see what it is like to work in a museum with more than six employee's. It should be fun.

I'm going to make him an offer he can't refuse.

Let's see. What have I been doing lately...
Well Friday I went sailing. It was a beautiful evening. We, my family and I, saw random fireworks and what may have been a satellite. It was a tiny point of light moving quickly across the sky, so that is what I will have to assume it was.
And Sunday my father, brother and I went on a hike all over Patapsco State park. Another beautiful day. We saw some crazy people sliding down the dam. I should mention that at least one person a year dies at this dam, usually by drowning.
What else? Oh yes, Saturday. Saturday I bought a car. I now own a dark blue (onyx blue to the dealer) Nissan Versa.

Plastics.

John recently pointed out in an e-mail that it has been over a month since the class of 2007 graduated from St. Mary's. Damn.
I haven't got much to show for a month of freedom, except a few unanswered job application and a rearranged room. But, based on no official survey, that seems to be common among people I know, at least the the few who didn't approach graduation with a job already. My main complaint is finding jobs that I am both qualified for and interested in. Unfortunately, these are few and far between. Most jobs that are more then secretarial in museums need a masters degree. Which means that I really Need to go to grad school. I was really hoping to make sure that this was the career path that I wanted before committing to 2 more years of expensive school. It will all be OK. It will work out. I've yet to really fall on my face by following my gut and flying by the seat of my pants. How's that for mixed metaphors?
In other news about my future, though not nearly as pressing, my mother has begun to lean on me to plan a party for my 22nd Birthday. I am not a big fan of parties. I like get togethers with my friends, but i rarely have good luck getting people together (with the exception of the four years of college when everyone was located within a mile radius). I'm not entirely sure what to do, since the date is, amazingly, fast approaching.
I'm looking forward to the day when SOMETHING in my life and future is sure. Though I doubt that day will ever come.

My To Do List

I was reading Elvis Costello's list of things he wants to do before he dies. At first I thought it was a list of things that everyone should do before they die. And with my train of thoughts lately it made me want to write a list for myself. So here it is.
~Attend a Red Carpet World Premier.
~Travel to all the continents.
~See the Taj Mahal
~Direct my own movie
~celebrate Mardi Gras in New Orleans
~Have a gallery showing of my photos
~Go Base jumping
~Attend Burning Man
~See all 50 states
~Write a book
~See night sky in the Australian Outback when there isn't any moon at all, also known as a new moon.

That is all i have for right now. I figure that it's a good start.

You are alive. So live.

You all are going to think I'm crazy.
I was sitting watching the new reality show about directing and I commented to my mother about how if I could have any job in the entire world, I would pick working on movies, not even caring about how I was involved, to just be involved in movies. And my mother then mother pointed out that it's not like I'm too old to start working on that dream now. It was an odd realization that I honestly could honestly do what ever I wanted.
So...I'm going to try. What I'm going to do or how I'm going to do it is still a mystery. But I don't really care. I'm still going to follow my original plan of finding a job and working toward a career in museums, cause I still want to try to work in museums. I think. I'm just going to add volunteering at the Creative Alliance in Baltimore and maybe take some classes in editing or something else along the lines of film making. I really have no idea where I'm going or what I'm doing. Which apparently very common among recent college graduates. The minority are the people with the plan and the goal that they end up sticking too. Really I just have two goals that I'm working towards now. We'll see where I end up.

Every beginning is weak

So its been a little under a week since the Class of 2007 left the campus of St. Mary's College. And what have I done in that time?

Jack.

I spent the last few days down at the beach, hanging out, reading Pride and Prejudice, and watching movies. OK, I also up dated my resume. But that is a moot point, as my computer then ate my resume and has yet to spit it up. So it's convenient that my mother has scheduled rest of May for me and I have no time to actually go look for a job.
Tomorrow is my sister's last Gym Meet. For those who have never met anyone from Maryvale, Gym Meet is when every grade level gets together and march in patterns and shout songs that have lyrics changed to match the theme picked by the class. One theme was the Cicada's, the year of the Bug or two years ago. I have no idea what my sister's is the year. But I'm sure it is going to be playing up the fact that they are the class of 007. Or maybe just the '07. But it should be fun.
That's all for now. Hopefully I will soon have more going on. If not, I may just have to start posting my opinions. The horror.

How much are you going to get for a used Leviathan?

Well, I managed to survive College, and the graduation ceremony. I only fell twice during the whole day. Once right before the ceremony and at lunch. Yeah, I'm Graceful.
I also managed to pack and move out in two hours. I was convinced that I was going to be late in checking out, but I checked out with 15 minuets to spare.
I funny thing happened on the way out the door. Janice and I have had a can of beer since freshman year. Janice found it in the bench at Monty during the Natty Boh Hunt, or rather, a couple of days after it. We didn't drink at that time and decided to just keep it. So during Check out I realized it was still sitting on top of the refrigerator, where it had been all year. I forget how it came up, but the RA checking me out asked about it, I told him, its story and that i was throwing it away. So he said he'd take it. The Can of Natty Boh is now in the hands of some random RA who said that he'd pass it on. Even if he doesn't really, I'll tell people he did. It's a good story.
Tomorrow I'm off to hang out with my brother at the beach, and from there continue my job search.

It's the end of the world as we know it...

When I really don't want to do anything, I'll pretty much do anything else. Right now, I don't want to pack or go to sleep. It means that Not only will i have to wake up in the morning, but i will also have to graduate. And leave my friends and the family that I have here.
I have never felt so strongly this feeling like there is nothing out there. I remember being daunting in freshman year that i was finally in college. And that after this i would have no idea where i was going. At the time I put off worrying about it until after college. Well, here it is. and while i have a much sturdier idea of where i want to end up and how to get there, that doesn't mean that i have any fucking clue where i am going. And I don't have any more time left to consider my options.
Well, in seven hours, I graduate from college. I don't have a stellar academic record. But I'm graduating none the less. I haven't broken down in tears yet. I don't expect that i will break down tomorrow, Unless something big happens. And graduating doesn't count.
I'm graduating tomorrow.
No, I'm graduating today.
I don't think i realize what that means. Only today i was thinking, I want to do something or other on campus, but i can't. I'll do it tomorrow or later. But there is no tomorrow or later. This is it. I will never sleep on this campus as a student, with my own room and stuff camped out. I no longer have a claim on a room or a seat in a classroom or anything else here. I rememeber havening a feeling in freshman year that i had chosen badly and should not have come here. But that didn't last long. I remember Ranwa and Karina really wanted to transfer. But they didn't. I know I'm rambling, but it's 3 am, I'm leaving college forever today, So it's allowed.
Most of my stuff is gone now.

Things to do before Graduation

Academic
-Finish Web Page
-Post about cultural events
-Edit Analysis paper
-Take Analysis Exam
-Go to Self Defense meeting

Personal
~Get everyones' email/personal info
~Steal Janice's yearbook Idea
~Apply for jobs (I know, I know, don't lecture me, I'm worrying enough)
~Go Frisbee golfing AT LEAST ONCE!
~Go sailing once more

I think that's it. I'm really hoping it is.

Confucius Says, Shit happens.

Well I have one week left of college. No, really. Next Thursday I'm finished. Done. That's all she wrote.
And I am screwed.
I'm procrastinating on working on my SMP as we speak. Or as I write. Whatever.
Life goes on.
I do have one thing on the forefront of my mind, but I don't think I'm going to talk about it here. Its been done to death and no one needs my two cents.
...on the other hand... I can't decide if over saturation of information helps or hinders. But enough of that.
I have a brilliant idea for a website, of coarse with help from the other members of my digital art class. It is virtual monopoly for Ocean City. I am ever so excited.

Momma Always said Life is like a Box of Chocolates...

...you Never know What you're going to get.

I've been thinking a lot lately.
I've been thinking about graduating and how I'm going to miss people. And How I'm surprised to find i realize I won't miss others.
But what has really caught my attention as of late is how there is such amazing amounts of pain in the world. And I really want to make it all go away. Not away from my sight, really and truly gone, never to come back. I know people need pain and suffering to become better people or some bullshit like that. But There is WAY too much in this world. I read a blog written by a woman in Iraq. Recently she wrote about how women are being raped in Iraq by the police force we are supposed to be training to make the country safer. And the government we propped up there is trying to cover it up and hide it. I don't know what to do. People who are more realistic (read: Pessimistic) than me would say there is nothing one tiny little person can do in this huge mess. I disagree. There are hundreds of stories of people who single handily made a difference.
Unfortunately for me, I am most definitely one of those people. Doesn't mean I can't try. But I see so much Pain and such a huge mess every where I Look. I see friends who are in pain and I see behind them the whole planet is on fire. I don't know where to start.
But tonight i was thinking about a couple of friends, and some of the shit that is going on. And I was thinking how some writer was describing writing as a slow process. Every little bit counts. I wish I could remember who it was but she was describing her brother writing a paper on birds and how her father said he just had to do it bird by bird. He was complain about how it was such a monumental task and he didn't know where to start. He just had to go bird by bird. That got me to think why not apply that to much larger problems. Start small. I can't fix Iraq or any one today. But I can hold my friends in my arms when they need me to. I can start here, now, in every little way I can think. I won't make the whole world a better place. I'm not that naive. I can't stop a country from being raped by my home country, let alone a single person far away. But that doesn't mean that I don't care, or that I don't want to do something about it. I'll just have to start small. Work my way up.
Work Bird by Bird.

Come in, Come in! We Won't bite...

... until we know you better.

So Last weekend, I saw the new bond film. Not bad. I can't say that it's my favorite bond movie or movie in general. It dragged a little, especially around the poker part. The film makers were trying to build up suspense around... a poker game. They tried. They tried hard. And they almost succeeded. But almost wasn't good enough.

This Weekend was Pursuit of Happyness. This movie was good. It is a movie that you have to see once or twice a year and then anytime that you feel like you can't do something or the world is out to get you and a mean and horrible place. And it got the message "you can do anything you put your mind to, regardless of how bad things look" without being terribly preachy. So two Thumbs up.

Also this weekend, of more important note, Janice Came Down! YAY! She came and hung out and it was good.

And it was pointed out to me that I didn't get in before Midnight any night this weekend. Let me Explain. Friday I saw a comedian who was amusing and vague forgettable, except that he sold tee shirts that had one of his punch lines on it. The punch line was "you Look fat when you cry." Lovely. Then LQ 22, Jess, Dan, Cathy and I all went and hung out in Jeremy's office until something like 1:30. And I Stole Jess from Dan. Mwahaha!
Janice was there too, but she had to go to bed. Cause when you graduate from college you become 10 years older. It's sad really. She was so young...once.

Saturday was interesting. I got in at 5 in the morning. I blame the Wii. This is an addictive machine. That and the Cards that Oscar gave Josh. Also, I have crazy and amazing friends.
And Sunday I was "productive." I found the Site report for The Gallows Green. Commonly know as Campus Center.

And the Oscars. They happened. Helen Mirren and Martin Scorsese won. And that makes me happy. But I don't care. I didn't watch and Didn't really care about any of the films made this year.

And now I really have to go to bed.

Here's lookin' at you, kid

This week has been ridiculous.
Starting on Valentine's Day, Jess showed up to tell me that Dan had become violently sick the night before. He was so bad that he was sent to the hospital, and would not be available for dinner that evening. He's ok now, but this meant that Jess was single on Valentine's day, though not the way I had jokingly planned. I had joked the weekend before that she should break up with Dan for the day and come hang out with me and we would revel in our singleness. Well we still hung out, and had Indian food and that was nice, but I still feel bad about the circumstances.
The other thing that was strange about Wednesday is that I kept forgetting the date and what day it was. When I was signing into work, I had to sit and think what the date was. Clearly, Valentine's Day has lost all meaning for me.
Oh well.
But Friday, that sucked.
I wanted to go to the comedian, the movie, fencing movie night, or drive people to Medieval Times, I had an over abundance of choices. What did I do?
I talked about my SMP all night with one of my advisers. Till 11 o'clock PM. And while it was good that i did this, it made me focus a little bit more, and there was good Thai food, still would have rather done one of the other things on the list. Let's hope tonight is better.

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