oh lord how they play and play/ for that happy day, for that happy day
i'm taking a break from studying. i thought i'd take this opportunity to post my christmas/birthday wish list. i know. i'm pathetic. but here it is.
1. some cat stevens cds 2. dr. who, series 1-3 3. my family, series whatever you can find 4. the office, season 3 5. the british office, christmas special 6. sex and the city, complete series 7. red dwarf, series 2-whatever
so it's a lot of tv. i know. but hey, i have no life. and i also just thought i should post something since it's been a while. cat stevens is sort of my new thing. i should stop now though. i have a test tomorrow. i hope i'll study some more, but i might not. oh well. i'll leave you with tea for tillerman by cat stevens. it's the theme song to the tv show extras. i would link you to more info, but i'm on a mac and i can't do that. i don't know what the heck the video is about, but the song is wicked awesome. anyhoo...yeah. see ya.
bring tea for the tillerman steak for the son wine for the women who made the rain come seagulls sing your hearts away 'cause while the sinners sin, the children play
oh lord how they play and play for that happy day, for that happy day
my thoughts on harry potter and the deathly hallows
what, you may ask, as brought me out of my blogging slumber? my move to topeka? starting law school? nay, i say to you. it is.....wait for it....harry potter.
for anyone who does not want to know what happens in harry potter and the deathly hallows, just stop reading now. because this is going to be spoiler-packed, and no one will delete it like kristen did on her facebook wall.
these are just a few random thoughts on the book. i've been yacking to people about the since i finished it on sunday, so i hope i can remember it all. ok, first things first: who i thought should have died.
ginny should have died, hands down. especially since harry didn't die. i thought harry should have given up something big...besides his youth. i never really saw ron and hermione kicking it, and i'm glad they got together in the end. except that their kids must look like ronald mcdonald. but i thought it would have been cool for ginny to die and harry to be headmaster at hogwarts. ginny would have been a good death candidate because harry loved her and she loved him and she would have gladly laid down her life for him. and for some reason, living happily ever after just seems impossible after all of that. of course, if harry didn't have any kids, then who would get the invisibility cloak? hmmm...
as slate.com's bookclub pointed out, i was a little surprised that fred weasley died, but not not george. i thought at least one weasley would have to die (ginny?) but i thought if one twin went, the other would go, too. interesting, indeed. i'm glad that mr. weasley was spared. i saw in a "today show" interview that j.k. rowling was going to kill him off in the fifth book, but couldn't bring herself to do it. thank goodness, i say!
oh! and hedwig! poor hedwig! that broke my heart. even after mad-eye moody died, i thought hedwig's was the most tragic death in the book for about 400 pages or so.
now on to snape. ahhhhhhh snape. it was lucky he was so head-over-heels in love with lily. i sort of wondered how he could be such a jackass toward muggle-borns after his encounters with lily. i think rowling did a pretty good job at disguising his true self. well, not really his true self. he's still a spiteful bastard, but she did a good job of hiding which side he was on. i've read that not everybody liked the battle interruption in order to look into snape's thoughts. as for me, i've been waiting for 7 books to do that in depth! he is the most tragic figure in the series, by far. i make myself sad just thinking about him. i was hoping he would be able to redeem himself in the end, but in a more active way. like, i don't know, helping harry. eh, that doesn't really seem right either. i just thought it was especially sad the way snape died: killed in cold blood by voldemort. what a sad tale his life was.
i was sad that tonks and lupin died, and after they had a baby! so harry was sort of in sirius's place. i didn't catch if harry actually raised baby ted or if tonk's mother did that. i guess harry could have given the invisibility cloak to ted if ginny had died. but then it wouldn't be in the family. i guess this is why i'm not a writer.
one of my favorite characters, neville longbottom, thank goodness escaped death. i thought that, if harry had died, it would have been neville who finally finished off voldemort since the the prophecy could just have easily been about him as it was about harry. i'm glad he destroyed the nagini horcrux. but i would have liked to see him kill bellatrix lestrange. she tortured his parents to insanity, for crying out loud! the slate bookclub pointed out that it was fitting for mrs. weasley to come in and take on that "bitch" because of the recurring theme of what parents will do for their children. but come on! screw love. i want revenge. or rather, i want neville to want (and get) revenge.
i'm really not sure what that whole conversation harry had with dumbledore in kings cross station was about. well, i know what it was about, but...what was that? something to do with harry's blood and destroying an accidential horcrux. yeah, it all seemed like a stretch, but then again, i'm reading about a world where people can travel through fireplaces and have magical tents. i'm not sure how much logic i should bring into the conversation.
and perhaps i'm just dumb, but after i finished the deathly hallows i realized that harry is the perfect mix of the muggle world and wizard world: muggle mother and wizard father and his two best friends are from an old pureblood wizarding family (ron) and the daughter of two dentists (hermione). craziness!
i'm going to name our next pet tonks. lets see chris stop me! :o)
i think that's all i have to say about that for now. please, tell me your thoughts. in the four days since i finished the book, i've forgot many interesting details. now, i'm off to ponder what will possibly be in the harry potter encylopedia rowling said she would probably write. it won't be soon, but i'll wait.
i have no problems/ dipping in my feet/ but the trouble comes when/ i have to jump...
this has been a shit week. let me give you a rundown.
monday: a bird pooped on my head. tuesday: nothing on tv. (ok, so that's not unusual, but something bad had to happen) wednesday: string on my yoga bag broke and i fell off my bike. (more on that later) thursday: batteries went dead on my film camera so i couldn't take any photos for class. friday: because of no class (a good thing) i slept in too late and i didn't get any sleep before work.
ok, the bike thing. i guess it's not a long story. i got done with sga on wednesday night and was riding my bike home in the dark. i crossed the street early so i didn't have to deal with an awkward corner, but i misread how far an oncoming car was. no problem, i'll just ride up this driveway and go through an empty lot to my street. but i didn't see a cement block. i ran right into it and flew over my handle bars onto the ground. yeah, it hurt, but i only have a large bruise on my left thigh. my bike seems to be ok. i managed to ride it the rest of the way home. then of course i couldn't keep nimbus off my lap. she always knows how to hurt me.
i've been feeling lately like i'm just spinning my wheels. i don't feel like i'm going anywhere. i think i'm working pretty hard, but nothing is happening. it's frustrating. i don't have time to piddle around, but i don't know what else to do. it's april, for christ's sake. this hasn't been a good week.
without realizing it, i've committed myself to 6 (maybe 7) stories for next week's paper. and by committed, i mean i just decided that i had story ideas so i might as well do them. they are:
- SGA prez debate/meet and greet (i don't really want to do a meet and greet story, nor to i think it's necessary, but that's up to greg.) - SGA campaigning - dean of student enrollment and success (not joking) - gaming-tuition-deferred maitenance - regular SGA - column
the good thing is that regular SGA and the SGA debate thing are wednesday and tuesday, respectively. i don't have an interview set up for the tuition thing yet. i had to send an email. oh, i also have a paper on the problem of evil due on monday. hopefully that will get done on sunday. i had planned to write a column tonight. i should do that before i get too tired.
i wish the world cafe was on every evening here. i think i would listen to it.
that's as good an ending thought at any. sorry this is such a shit post. i just don't feel much like writing right now, which is weird, because i realized today that i do actually like to write. oh well. i will leave you with sideways by let's go sailing. i like it. the video i found for it was some veronica mars montage, so that stinks. but i like the song. it makes me feel...something. hope you had a better week than i did.
the sky looks pretty normal and so do the trees i woke up pretty early and i could see that i’ve been walking i’ve been thinking i’ve been looking at you sideways. i’ve been moving i’ve been dreaming i’ve been looking at you sideways. i have no problems dipping in my feet but the trouble comes when i have to jump. and all the reasons not to seem pretty good at the time 'cause i’ve been walking i’ve been thinking i’ve been looking at you sideways. yeah i’ve been moving i’ve been dreaming i’ve been looking at you sideways.
i wanna pull it apart and put it back together/ i wanna relive all my adolescent dreams...
i remember having a lot to say, but now i'm all pissed because i can't watch the first episode of this american life without it buffering, literally, every 2 seconds. i'm not joking. so now i'm in a bad mood and don't really feel like talking.
i've become obsessed with ira glass' voice. it's the most awesome voice ever. but he kind of looks like stuart from spin city. that always kind of throws me off.
chris and i saw the dead sea scrolls over spring break. it was cool, but very small. like the actual scrolls were small. i was kind of amazed. and disappointed. those old jews had some steller eyesight.
i lost my debit card. i ran all over campus looking for it, but it's gone. i had to go get the card blocked. i'll get a new one in 7 days. not 7 business days. so i hope to get it next friday. lesigh.
i heard back from american university this week. they put me on their waiting list. i wish i would hear back from some others. the waiting and uncertainty is awful.
the buffering issue is REALLY pissing me off. i hate how it sounds. start stop. start stop.
i tried to update my music collection during spring break so it included music that i actually like. i bought 3 music albums: the polyphonic spree, the fratellis, and guster. i wanted some others, but i have no money. i also bought demetri martin's comedy album. so now my itunes is on it's way to awesome.
chris also bought a comedy cd. he got some mitch hedberg. his website sucks so i'm not going to link it. he is chris' favorite comedian, but didn't know his name until a fortnight ago. i think he's really funny. here is a clip.
i think it's his delivery i find so amusing. the duck part is my favorite.
it's been freaking hot lately. and by freaking hot, i mean hot in the buildings, but fairly nice outside.
i'm finally getting the this american life show to work a little. it's good. and the bull people are sick and crazy. i love little nimbus, but when she dies, i don't think i would skin her and have her cloned. just saying.
dove chocolate milk is not as good as you would think.
never mind on getting the video to work. the internet is such a scam. and viacom should not be suing youtube. i would much rather watch this on tv than on the computer.
i found out that i will have to pay about $300 a month to pay my student loans off in 10 years. so i'd better get into a law school or something because i'll never get a job around here.
there were some crazy religious protesters on campus on wednesday. i got a few pictures on my film camera. i'll put them on facebook when i get them scanned. i developed two of them the other day. i think they are pretty good. my favorite one is of the main protester guy under a one-way sign. it's funnier when you see it. trust me.
i really can't think of anything else to say. i'm sure more happened, but i'm at a loss. so i guess i'll leave you with some guster. but which one? i like one man wrecking machine. yay! have a good weekend!
i built a time machine i'm going to see the homecoming queen take her to the christmas dance maybe now i'll get in her pants whatever
back with my high school friends meeting where the train tracks end passin' 'round a skinny joint rollin up to look-out point
i wanna pull it apart and put it back together i wanna relive all my adolescent dreams inspired by true events on movie screens i am a one man wrecking machine
back in my parent's house back to the shouting out loud one day you'll be a man one day you'll understand
i wanna pull it apart and put it back together i wanna relive all my adolescent dreams inspired by true events on movie screens i am a one man wrecking machine
inspired by true events on movie screens i am a one man wrecking machine
here in the present tense nothings making sense waiting for my moment to come everything’s come undone
i tried to pull it apart and put it back together no point in living in my adolescent dreams inspired by true events on movie screens i am a one man wrecking machine
inspired by true events on movie screens i am a one man wrecking machine
as the strange man ran up to chris and me as we walked home from school, we said, "yes."
that was probably our first mistake.
"do you know anyting about compters?" the strange man continued.
no, no we don't, we answered. but that didn't make the strange man go away.
now up to this point, i use the term "strange" to mean unfamiliar. but now, i use the term to mean "weirdo," for the strange man doesn't leave us alone. he goes on to tell us a story about how he has been looking for his brother for 20 years (which seemed unlikely, but i digress) and how he found his brother's ex-wife or something, and he has his brother's social secuity number.
hmmm...social security number, eh? oh, did i mention that strange guy's brother is "disabled?" yeah.
the strange guy just keeps talking and talking, so chris makes a move across the street, dragging me with him. and yes, we jaywalked, but we had to cut through some lawns so strange guy wouldn't know that we just wanted to run away. chris and i have decided that his yahoo somehow came across a social security number and wanted someone to help him steal an identity. i hope it's not my number.
that was monday, and it was weird.
the past couple of weeks had been sort of busy. i'm pretty much done applying to law schools. i just need to send a form to ku and seattle. now i'm so broke with much more credit card debt. *sigh*
i got a new camera for my photography class. yay! my last camera had a light leak. i shot and developed a role of film on thursday just to make sure it was kosher. i'm glad that i don't have to worry if all my pictures will be ruined.
i really want a camera and a darkroom. maybe when i'm hecka rich.
oh man! last week was the anniversery of "bloody sunday." i don't know much about it, but i guess it was some civil rights march. i could have used the u2 song "sunday, bloody sunday." it would have been perfect! so what if it's about the irish struggle. look at the name! maybe i'll still use it. it's a good song.
chris and i have started playing racketball a few days a week. it's fun.
today has kind of been blah. warning: this description may include a certain female problem. sensitive male eyes are cautioned.
so first i forgot to bring an extra pad or tampon to school today, so that was miserable. and sore. then i get home and i decide not to go to the weede to work out. i just wanted to take my nap. so i go into the bathroom and start to take out my contacts. then i realize i don't have any solution. *sigh* ok, time to got to wal-mart. i gather my phone and wallet and leave. what did i forget?
my keys. frick.
so i call chris. see, he has locked his keys in the house more than once and knows how to handle this type of sitution. he instructs me on how to open the rabbit-room window from the outside. i can't do it. double frick. so i have to walk out to the waste water treatment plant. after 20 minutes and a sprint across the bypass (in flip-flops) i get to the plant. chris lets me take his car and debit card to put some gas in it.
so i put some gas in the car and travel to wal-mart. i hate wal-mart. but not for the normal reasons. sure, they treat their employees like shit and are anti-union. but i hate it because the building itself destroys your soul. i'm serious. have you been in wal-mart? the lines are long and people are miserable. chris and i fight almost everytime we go into that place. the building must be built on an acient indian burial ground or something. anyway, i get some solution, shaving lotion and an organic dove chocolate bar. i go home.
i get pulled over. by a cop. ok, it wasn't a real pullover. i mean, i pulled over, but the police car just pulled up beside me and informed me that chris has no brake lights. frick. but at least i didn't a ticket.
i'm home. i'm cranky. i just want to take a shower and take a nap. so i go to the bathroom and take out my contacts and jump in the shower. i turn on the shower. i wait. the water doesn't get warmer. i thought i just turned the knob the wrong way, after all, my day had been a bit off. so i turn off the shower and try again. same thing. frick frick. ok, maybe it's the toilet. i had just flushed, maybe that's the problem. so i lean out of the shower to check the water from the sink. no hot water.
come on!
so i call chris to complain about the cold water. after a bit of talking, i hang up and eat my chocolate then go to sleep. so i'm sleeping, that means nimbus has to go insane. she's just running around and scratching the bed. and scratching a nice L shape in my hand. anyhoo, i got up around 9:40pm to pick up chris at work and then i came to work. *whew*
anyhoo, moving on...
i thought daylight savings time was last week. after i turned all my clocks back, i found out it wasn't.
chris and i are going to see 300 on saturday. i think we are going to joplin. that'll be fun. there are so many movies i want to see. i'll make a list, in no particular order.
- running with scissors - an inconvenient truth (i know! i haven't seen it!) - the queen - wild hogs - babel (but i own that one, so it really shouldn't count) - jesus camp - deliver us from evil - confetti - blood diamond
there are more, but i don't remember them right now. give me 30 minutes in blockbuster or movie gallery and i'll have a more complete list.
i have to cover sga again. i just have to remember that it is $20 extra a week for not very difficult work.
spring break is the week after next. yes! i hope chris and i can go see the dead sea scrolls. that would be wicked cool.
today i successfully steered the conversation in philosophy of reltion to the east. i'm so sick of western religions. snoooooooooze. all i had to say was "reincarnation" and "zoroastrianism" and we were on our way. it was nice.
chris bought borat on thursday. but he got the movie AND the glorious kazakstan t-shirt. it's sweet. i'm gonna try to wear it sometime.
someone should call me around 2:00 this afternoon and remind me to gather my recylables.
i'm pretty relieved. i thought the kacp conference was on the 23, which would have been so bad. i would have had to choose between my last green community day and my last conferece. but luckily it's the week before, so everything is good.
sprite is disgusting. i used to like it, but it's just gross.
ok, i think i've written enough for now. that's probably not all i could say, but i just don't really want to think anymore. so that's that. i'll leave you with some u2. and george bush. i thought it was funny. byeeeeeeee.
i cant believe the news today oh, i cant close my eyes and make it go away how long... how long must we sing this song? how long? how long...
cause tonight...we can be as one tonight...
broken bottles under childrens feet bodies strewn across the dead end street but i wont heed the battle call it puts my back up puts my back up against the wall
and the battles just begun theres many lost, but tell me who has won the trench is dug within our hearts and mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
sunday, bloody sunday sunday, bloody sunday
how long... how long must we sing this song? how long? how long...
cause tonight...we can be as one tonight... tonight...
wipe the tears from your eyes wipe your tears away wipe your tears away i wipe your tears away (sunday, bloody sunday) i wipe your blood shot eyes (sunday, bloody sunday)
i feel kind of bad posting these days. really my life is just consumed by applying to law schools. i need to call my high school to find out what my gpa and class rank were. bah. who cares about that? evidently, everyone.
i e-mailed my carl kasell message to the wait wait people the other day. it wasn't what i said i was going to send. when it comes i'll just make everyone listen to it ad nauseam. i know you can't wait.
i kind of blew off some of my responsibilities tonight. i had commercials to make, but the computer in the production dungeon was turned off. ok, annoying. so i turned it on, and the computer makes a terrible screaching noise. ok, weird. but then i find out that computer is password protected so i couldn't do anything anyway. hey, i tried all the usually password suspects. nothing worked. so i just shut off the computer (which was obviously in pain) and gave up.
chris and i ate at the greek restaurant, mythos, in joplin. not that good. first, they don't really have much greek food. second, the rest of the food was really bland. except the chicken and rice soup. it was awesome. they also had cool plates and bowls.
pete sampras has really come out of his hole lately. unfortunately, he's still really hard for me to listen to. even reading his interviews is sort of painful. i guess that's what you get when you miss class for tennis tounraments. but i still think he's kind of pretty, even with thinning hair.
i need to wake up kind of early tomorrow so i can get some pictures for my photo class. most of my pics were dark last time, so i'm going to try to get some taken outside. that will be a problem though because i didn't sleep as wall as i could have on friday afternoon. i only got about three hours. i got 5 last week and felt really good. it's almost 3am and i'm starting to drag. but i have my itunes on shuffle so that's helping keep me on my toes.
i can't go to pace law school. i totally missed their scholarship deadline date, which was feb. 1. which is also crazy ridiculous. their application deadline isn't until march 1. psh.
does anyone even read this anymore? i wouldn't.
ok, i have work to do. i'm departing from world cafe artists this week, oping for the john butler trio. enjoy some company sin.
ben got a job at the mine along the way he said everything was fine until that fateful day that's when his luck started to change the day he went to help and go blow up that mountain range ben moved to town a year ago or maybe more straight out of high school, the whole he had in store wanted to travel, needed some dough everybody worked the mines why should he say no?
don't ask him why, he can't explain why now things for him have changed it's not his land, they're not his songs he can't work out why he don't belong
he part of company, part of company, part of company sin won't someone please tell the lad when Humbug did begin? part of company, part of company, part of company sin won't someone please tell the lad when humbug did begin?
now legend has it, or so they say the bones of an ancient people, yeah that's where they lay and their descendants hold close to heart oh, that mountain range ben was helping blow apart and so i said for ben things weren't quite right now he's waking up screaming every single night hearing voices in a different tongue the screaming of the old, yeah, the screaming of the young
don't ask him why, he can't explain why now he feels in so much pain it's not his land, they're not his songs he can't work out why he don't belong
he part of company, part of company, part of company sin won't someone please tell the lad when Humbug did begin? part of company, part of company, part of company Sin won't someone please tell the lad when humbug did begin?
now Ben's moved on - job left him a while back now he's thanking god that his boss gave him the sack but in the mirror, yes he can face the day he stopped helping go blow up that sacred place
he part of company, part of company, part of company sin won't someone please tell the lad when humbug did begin? part of company, part of company, part of company sin won't someone please tell the lad when humbug did begin?
probably just a short post tonight. i don't really have much to say. just the same old stuff.
anna nicole smith died, but i don't really care. so that's all i'll say about it.
however, this week i have been made privy to some interesting information that i will now share with you, my adoring public. evidently, barak obama is not black. it's true, because it was on colbert. "nuevo black" maybe, or an "adopted brother," but not black.
i managed to sleep from about 5pm to 10pm today before work. huzzah! so now it's almost 3:30am and i'm very awake. i hope i can sleep today, or tonight will suuuuuuck.
oh, i think i've thought of something for carl kasell to say on my home answering machine. it's not that good, but it's what i've come up with. without further ado:
"hi, i'm npr's carl kasell. mindy won my voice on her home answering machine for being a limerick genius on wait, wait...don't tell me. but she really wanted a tote bag. or a freaking mug. what kind of npr game show is it if you can't get a tote bag or a mug? *sigh* leave a message."
eh, it's not clever like the samples on the website, but then again, i'm not that clever either. i haven't emailed it in yet, so if you have any better ideas, just let me know.
i finally ripped all my music worth listening to onto my computer. and my ipod is filled to the max. actually, i want to totally start my music collection over. i wish i could get all the money i spent on bad music back so i could respend it on awesome stuff i hear on the world cafe. i'm such an npr sucker.
i have a cold sore. *whimper* i felt it coming, but couldn't find the carmex, so it grew into a monster. rawr! it's weird, because i always feel like i'm getting sick before a cold sore pops up, but i never actually get sick. maybe all the germs go to that one spot on my lip and fester until the carmex has time to work its magic. meh. who knows?
i dripped ketchup down my light pink hoodie today at school so i had to turn it inside out. i was awesome cool.
i made my first print in photo j today. hahaha my pictures were awful. it didn't help that evidently i opened the camera at some point and ruined some of the film. i have no idea when that happened, so i'm going to blame doug when he helped me load the camera in the first place :o)
speaking of that, let me tell you how my friday went. i had to go in at 8am to make my prints. usually the class is at 9am but we had to split into three shifts. anyhoo, 8-9 was spent making my print. then chris cam and we hung out until 11am for out philosophy of religion class. i thought, we could go home and hang for two hours, but we are already on campus, so we might as well stay. so at probably a quarter til 11 we went all the way up to 4th floor russ only to find a sign that said class was cancelled. grrr...so i could have just gone home at 9am. the problem now is that i have to work at noon at the lab, so going hoem for an hour would be silly. so we ate lunch in the student center and i got ketchup on my hoodie. oh, the humanity! so i spent the rest of the day in an inside-out hoodie. but like i said, i was awesome cool.
i officially have one letter of recommendation in for the lsac people. i'm getting really nervous. most deadlines for application are march 1. oh well. there are two schools i want to apply to that only require one letter, so maybe i'll get in to one of those.
i need to remember to pick out all my best stories for the kacp thingy. greg says my best three in each category, but i'm pretty sure i only have three anythings worthy of recognition. i wonder what the date cutoff is. i should find out.
alright, i'm done writing. so here is rhode island is famous for you by erin mckeown. i love it. later.
copper comes from arizona peaches come from georgia and lobsters come from maine the wheat fields are the sweet fields of nebraska and kansas gets bonanzas from the grain old whiskey comes from old kentucky ain't the country lucky new jersey gives us glue but you, you come from rhode island little old rhode island is famous for you
cotton comes from louisiana gophers from montana and spuds from idaho well they plow land in the cowland of missouri where most beef meant for roast beef seems to grow grand canyons come from colorado gold comes from nevada but divorces also do but you, you come from rhode island little old rhode island is famous for you
pencils come from pennsylvania vests from vest virginia and tents from tent-a-see well they know mink where they grow mink in wyomink a camp chair in new hamp chair thats for me and minnows come from minnesota coats come from dakota so why should you be blue? cause you, you come from rhode island dont let em ride rhode island it's famous for you
