The thoughts on my mind today:
I am going to completely copy the format of Jeff Philips' blog and tell you the song I am listening to when I begin the post.
Counting Crows: "Good Time"
Today, after I failed an Anthropology 149 Test about disease and shit (can you tell I was woefully underprepared?), I was walking to my car when I heard a very unfamiliar ring. It was my cell phone and it was my friend Christine. Now I was absolutely stunned because as far as I knew the cell phone was off. So Christine has the power to call and *turn on* my cell phone. Amazing. I know I turned it off last Sunday after the cross-country expedition and haven't used it since. I must've turned it on unknowingly or accidentally because I have absolutely no recollection of turning and leaving it on sometime during the week. Fascinating, I'm sure.
"I really love the red haired girls; I'm just another boy from Texas. Come on and take a spin; I gotta brand new pair of wings."
Today I was at Borders studying for my practice LSAT test tomorrow at 9am. In the morning. That's right; that's early. For a test. I'm going in without preparing much, to in a sense decrease my lower buffer boundary. This way, when I compare scores on future LSATs, my frame of reference will be such that a mediocre score is heads and shoulders above what tomorrow will yield. Heads and shoulders.
While I was there, an Oriental family was on the couch across from me and at one point, I looked up and felt so, hmmm, at ease at the sight. The young daughter, who by the way finished an entire book while she was in the store tonight, was sitting next to her father and reading, with her head on his shoulder looking completely comfortable and fluid, like only daughters and fathers can. It was a really nice image to see.
When I left, around 11, it was so fuckin foggy. "Densely" is probably a better word than "fuckin" but I really needed the emphasis. It was so incredible to drive home, not recognizing anything and each moment thinking I was somewhere else. Somewhere new. Everything looked different to me. And it was an adventure.
There was more that I thought of to say, but now an hour after I thought them, I cannot for the life of me remember any of them. My short-term memory is dying. I can't forget to restart my flax regimen tomorrow. Don't let me forget people.
Wish me luck tomorrow. I will not be happy.
JJ
Saturday, February 22, 2003
Friday, February 21, 2003
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
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
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