Tom Petty: American Girl

Well, I've been yelled at, been threatened with bodily harm and reverse psycholog-ied into putting up a much more recent post. I just checked and cannot believe the last post was March 3rd. Shameful....

I still have my 25-page paper to work on for tomorrow (done so far: title page and most of the research), so this won't be long.

I had a pretty uneventful break, which is exactly what I wanted. But the creature comforts (or evils, maybe) of home really reached "fever pitch" (a book I need to get back into) this morning when my mom came into my room at 7:15 and looked at me and said "Why is your stereo blinking?" Which caused me to actually sit up, open my eyes and look. It turns out the power went out at some point and then I fell back into my bed yelling "I hate this place!!!" It was reaaaaaaaaally early in the morning. My mom got faux-pissed and said I hate you too and I had to explain what I meant and why I said it. What pains me the most is that she knew exactly what she was doing, manipulative woman she is, by speaking to me and thus waking me up two hours earlier than I had planned/wanted to get up. So, it was my pleasure to leave. Plus our kitchen is still under construction and it was hell retaining a semblance of normalcy with tarps and dust and shit everywhere. Though it is coming together, I can't wait til Easter when I come home and its all good and done. I was there for about fifteen days total and couldn't take it any longer; God only knows what its like to go through it for the full month they have already. Should be done in a couple weeks Julie says, which is translated to the end of this week. Roughly.

Pat McGee Band: Who Stole Her From Heaven
Stroke 9: City Life

This song is one that I used to play "DJ" during second semester senior year with Mary and Becky. Simpler days, easier times. I'm really looking forward to this summer. The freedom, the bars, the trip to Vegas, the hopefully lucrative job/internship, the fast and wicked times. Maybe a jaunt to Boston to visit Cindy, maybe finally getting TiVo. It will only get warmer from here on out and I love Springtime because the world seems to come alive again after a long dead winter.

Over break, I saw a movie that the more I think about it, may upon second viewing, be added to my list of all time favorites: David Gordon Green's "All the Real Girls." Terrific Evanston theater, validated parking, seats with arms that go up and rock, the silent, incubating feeling of being one of few people staring at the screen and kind of being on the inside if the movie's good.

Also went to Madison with my Dad and Michelle. We went to three bookstores and M and I really soaked up our dad's credit quickly. I read an entire Peggy Noonan book since Wednesday. It was excellent, as usual.

Jason Mraz: The Dreamlife of Rand McNally

Everyone, download whatever you can by this guy. He's gonna be huge. The next big thing, mark my words if I haven't already told you.

Michelle's birthday is coming up in 18 days, and I don't know what to get a 15-year-old. If we were Mexican, I'd be in deep shit since her 15th would be the American version of sweet sixteen. But I'm tired of the tired DVD's and CD's and pop culture shit I've been getting her for years. People, you have your ears to the 15-year-old-girl's grindstone much more than me, so feed me ideas. If I get nothing, I will get her a pink Minnie Mouse watch I got as a consolation Carnival prize. Sorry, Rob. Yeah, right, Mary, like that would ever happen.

More to report, from the front lines, in the next blog. I'm simply wiped out right now. And I am not looking forward to typing all night. I may take the two point deduction and turn it in on Thursday. Always a possibility.

Godspeed, John Glenn,