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Taking a Break
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Skipped Chapel today, since my HIST 110 (SI) class is in exam today, and I’m skipping it too as I’m not sitting a test I took last semester for 50 minutes of sub-wage. Not that I’d actually be allowed to sit the test, anyhow.
This weekend was crazy. Have I posted anything about this weekend already? My last post was Freitagmorgen, so… anyhow. Yeah. Freitagabend I took an excessively easy test in Acts of the Apostles (oh my goodness), finished off a novel, had dinner. Megs mentioned the fact that they were going to play the film Sandlot out at the Baseball field, went out there with her and Mr. Snodgrass and Jared and assorted other people. They were playing the thing off a 35mm projector, which was quite a sight. Also, Sandlot is one of the best movies ever.
After that, they started playing an older baseball movie, The Natural with Robert Redford, but I wasn’t really following the movie, and Molly Morris called me during the middle of it, so I left the field. We were going to do something, but didn’t for one reason or another.
Called Shaner up, he was over in West Marrieds watching Office Space with Cara and a bunch of the Shanerfriends, so I popped over there and watched the remainder of it (from Tom’s party onward — “You know, minimum security prison is no picnic.”). Although previously I said I had had dinner, it was actually a bowl of rice krispies, and the only thing I had had the entire day (outside of soem peanuts whilst I was reading), so I was really freaking hungry. I stated as such, and Cara, Shaner, and several of the Shanerfriends implied that they wanted to come with, but after about 15 mintues of them being indecisive, Cara and I left by ourselves, striking out to fulfill one of my favorite and most cherished rap maxims–
Ah, Samstag. Woke up noonish, putzed around on the net till about three, then went off to Lowe’s to by wood to put up shelves in my closet to put my plastic shelves on (yeah, that made sense). So, then I came back and, well, I can’t remember what happened till about 10 PM. Czeching my AIM logs doesn’t help, either, but I did find something pretty funny from Saturday when I was putzing around on the net:
Came back home, went to bed.
Sontagmorgen saw me taking Megs, Cara, and one of the dudes from the previous night’s Wafflenhäuserung to church, whcih was a lot of singing and pretty quality. Paul ‘Colonel’ Kurtz (who isn’t fat and bald like ol’ Fred Mertz) said some nice stuff. Went to the Caf for lunch– Jared pointed out that Caf food’s visual appeal is inversely proportional to it’s palatibility. Atrocious looking rice casserole? Tasty. Appealing steamed carrot medallions? Revolting.
Took a nap Sontagnachmittag. Hung out with Chris Kirk and his RA roomate after that, playing three-handed spades. It was vastly superior to that Euchre crap. Downtowned it in the evening; ran into Brett Keller afterwards, acted like a total idiot. It’s the Brett Keller Syndrome thing, see! Whatever.
Den afta dat, Chris Tiberius Kirk and I ‘studied’ for our History 102 class, and had some pizza for (a late) dinner. Went to bed.
Woke up Guy Montag, started writing this.
Also, I got winamp 5 over the weekend, and have been toying around with this media library thing that they’ve added to it. I know most of the other commercial digital media players have this feature, I’m not sure I like it so much yet. However, the one objectively good thing I can say about it is that it found that I have an entire Jason Mraz CD lying in some folder I never use (The default windows ‘My Music’ thing) with totally random filenames (but with relevant ID3 tags). They’re all 128KB/s non-LAME MP3s; I wonder where they came from. He’s petty good though, even if his use of synchopation is almost gimmicky.
This weekend was crazy. Have I posted anything about this weekend already? My last post was Freitagmorgen, so… anyhow. Yeah. Freitagabend I took an excessively easy test in Acts of the Apostles (oh my goodness), finished off a novel, had dinner. Megs mentioned the fact that they were going to play the film Sandlot out at the Baseball field, went out there with her and Mr. Snodgrass and Jared and assorted other people. They were playing the thing off a 35mm projector, which was quite a sight. Also, Sandlot is one of the best movies ever.
After that, they started playing an older baseball movie, The Natural with Robert Redford, but I wasn’t really following the movie, and Molly Morris called me during the middle of it, so I left the field. We were going to do something, but didn’t for one reason or another.
Called Shaner up, he was over in West Marrieds watching Office Space with Cara and a bunch of the Shanerfriends, so I popped over there and watched the remainder of it (from Tom’s party onward — “You know, minimum security prison is no picnic.”). Although previously I said I had had dinner, it was actually a bowl of rice krispies, and the only thing I had had the entire day (outside of soem peanuts whilst I was reading), so I was really freaking hungry. I stated as such, and Cara, Shaner, and several of the Shanerfriends implied that they wanted to come with, but after about 15 mintues of them being indecisive, Cara and I left by ourselves, striking out to fulfill one of my favorite and most cherished rap maxims–
After the party, it’s the Waffle House,Got some food there, Megs showed up, we stayed till about 0045. It was most excellent. Came back to the room, went to sleep.
If you’ve ever been here, you know what I’m talkin’ about.–Jermaine Dupri, Welcome to Atlanta (Remix)
Ah, Samstag. Woke up noonish, putzed around on the net till about three, then went off to Lowe’s to by wood to put up shelves in my closet to put my plastic shelves on (yeah, that made sense). So, then I came back and, well, I can’t remember what happened till about 10 PM. Czeching my AIM logs doesn’t help, either, but I did find something pretty funny from Saturday when I was putzing around on the net:
Yeah, anyhow, at 2230ish I ended up at Waffle House again with Cara and some of her buddies. Ye Megs was scheduled to appear, put apparently isntead visited people that are better than us.undegaussable (14:03:11): have you bought a legally sanctioned stockpile of assault rifles yet? Cheezdom (14:03:24): No, but we can now? undegaussable (14:03:33): yeah there was this 10 year ban enacted in 1994 Cheezdom (14:03:36): I think I should go to wal-mart and stock up on my stockpiling undegaussable (14:03:40): and that's all that was keeping people from selling assault rifles undegaussable (14:03:43): and it ran out last week Cheezdom (14:03:47): Oh, dude Cheezdom (14:03:57): I've always wanted an UMP undegaussable (14:04:04): i want a para undegaussable (14:04:07): b-5-1 Cheezdom (14:04:21): Steyr AUG undegaussable (14:04:27): go go go undegaussable (14:04:35): also, Firefox 1.0 is awesome if you don't have it yet Cheezdom (14:04:39): Also, of course, I'd need a Mac 10 for my street cred
Came back home, went to bed.
Sontagmorgen saw me taking Megs, Cara, and one of the dudes from the previous night’s Wafflenhäuserung to church, whcih was a lot of singing and pretty quality. Paul ‘Colonel’ Kurtz (who isn’t fat and bald like ol’ Fred Mertz) said some nice stuff. Went to the Caf for lunch– Jared pointed out that Caf food’s visual appeal is inversely proportional to it’s palatibility. Atrocious looking rice casserole? Tasty. Appealing steamed carrot medallions? Revolting.
Took a nap Sontagnachmittag. Hung out with Chris Kirk and his RA roomate after that, playing three-handed spades. It was vastly superior to that Euchre crap. Downtowned it in the evening; ran into Brett Keller afterwards, acted like a total idiot. It’s the Brett Keller Syndrome thing, see! Whatever.
Den afta dat, Chris Tiberius Kirk and I ‘studied’ for our History 102 class, and had some pizza for (a late) dinner. Went to bed.
Woke up Guy Montag, started writing this.
Also, I got winamp 5 over the weekend, and have been toying around with this media library thing that they’ve added to it. I know most of the other commercial digital media players have this feature, I’m not sure I like it so much yet. However, the one objectively good thing I can say about it is that it found that I have an entire Jason Mraz CD lying in some folder I never use (The default windows ‘My Music’ thing) with totally random filenames (but with relevant ID3 tags). They’re all 128KB/s non-LAME MP3s; I wonder where they came from. He’s petty good though, even if his use of synchopation is almost gimmicky.
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GMT-0500 05:48:08 0409.21 (Tue)
Wait a second … “Mr. Snodgrass”? As in the Ben Snodgress/Snodgrass from ZCHS? I mean, I can imagine there’s more than one Snodgrass family in this nation, but I never encountered the name before meeting him. (Same goes for “Lamb”.)
To use Ben-talk, “The Sandlot is pretty quality.” They’re making a sequel right now. Found that out the other day when I IMDBed for James Earl Jones (to confirm his Star Wars III presence).
And man, you know a lot of interestingly named people. Kurtz? Kirk? Yeah, all tie-ins that the Nazz, like yourself, appreciates very much. If only Chris’s middle name really were Tiberius. lol :p
GMT-0500 14:47:53 0409.21 (Tue)
No, it’s Luke Snodgrass, not Ben. Snodgrass, like Lamb, is one of those more rare surnames from the home countries. But it’s extant.