Well, after spending six months avoiding updating my weblog -- because I didn't know what to say, because I'm inherently lazy -- I have been motivated to begin doing so. Stop me if this sucks.

On Tuesday, during class, I made a list of things I wanted to blog about. But its now hard for me to decipher those one-word "reminders" and extrapolate exactly what was on my mind Tuesday at 1:30pm when I wasn't listening to my professor lull me to sleep. That class is Pol S 296: Ethics and Public Policy. My professor has a British accent and I just learned that he is actually from South Africa. Of all the place I want to go, South Africa actually is high on the list. Of the entire continent, it seems the most realistic place to visit, along with Egypt and Kenya, but my #1 place in Africa is Swaziland. It sounds so amazing. It is an entire country nestled inside S. Africa near the east coast. It is apparently vertical; meaning that you can ski at its peak and sweat in its valley, though wouldn't it be one type of weather in a vertical plane? Regardless, that's what I've heard and read, so it must be true.

I also have noted here that I wanted to talk about the movie "Magnolia." I have no idea why, since it is old and doesn't spark anything interesting right now. But I'll try. I really like "Magnolia" though it has its detractors. I really hated Jason Robards and Philip Seymour Hoffman (whom I hate in everything). But there is one scene especially that I love. It is the scene with Bill Macy and "Thurston Howell III" as he's billed (the creepy albino midget guy from "The Burbs") in a bar. They are both fighting over the bartender, who is oblivious, and its not the story that I like. It's the wordplay, the dialogue. I really like the line "And no it is NOT dangerous to confuse children with angels! And the book says, we may be through with the past, but the past is NOT through with us!" Such a great screenplay. Paul Thomas Anderson is a genius.

I had a weird murder dream the other night. It was so real. It was one of those dreams that you have in the morning after you've woken up once and fallen back asleep, so it stays with you longer and clearer. I remember being in a car with my parents, and then a man in handcuffs stopping us and jumping in the car with us. Then he demands to be taken somewhere and when we get there, it is where I need to be, so I get out too. All of a sudden there are many people with me, not my parents, but roommates or friends or just passersby and we go into what looks like my house/room. All of a sudden a woman we thought was "friendly" double crosses the convict guy and shoots him in the back with a smile on her face. Then I hide and later run out of the house. My parents heard gun shots and when I didn't come out, took off looking for me whatever that means. Well I run out and end up in a parking garage and the convicts (there's more now) had been chasing me and found me and cornered me here. I have reinforcements now and a gun battle erupts. Somehow my parents pull up and I jump in and we take off burning rubber. Then I wake up. Weird, huh.

Thats it for me now. I'm tired, avoiding studying for a test tomorrow and a practice LSAT on Saturday morning. I'd better get cracking but something tells me that I'll probably watch "Ed" or "West Wing" from last night. I watched "The Bachelorette" instead. We'll discuss that next time.

Jeff