Cat on a Hot Tin Roof

Read the Tennessee William's play for class. First time reading Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, for me, so I decided to jot down some lines I particularly liked.

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MARGARET: Living with someone you love can be lonelier -- than living entirely alone! -- if the one that y'love doesn't love you....
I, 177-178

BIG DADDY: ...I've lived with mendacity! -- Why can't you live with it? Hell, you got to live with it, there's nothing else to live with except mendacity, is there?
BRICK (lifting his glass): This! --Liquor...
BIG DADDY: That's not living, that's dodging away from life.
BRICK: I want to dodge away from it.
BIG DADDY: Then why don't you kill yourself, man?
BRICK: I like to drink...
~II, 694-702

BRICK: A drinking man's someone who wants to forget he isn't still young an' believing.
BIG DADDY: Believing what?
BRICK: Believing....
BIG DADDY: Believing what?
BRICK (stubbornly evasive): Believing....
~II, 746-751

BRICK: Mendacity is a system we live in. Liquor is the one way out an' death's the other....
~II, 965-966

OH YEAH, SHIT JUST GOT REAL.

Officially registered for the MCAT.

Commence MCAT preparation, and intense, hardcore stressing.

Next semester is going to suck balls.


Alas, it appears even if I tried, I'd have no time for you, CAG. Why bother. Sad days.

Thanks, dude.

I had something pretty lengthy written up, but I realized it all seemed jumbled. Honestly I can't find the words to make a complete and coherent post because I feel really ok, which is good because it's a helluva alot better than I've felt in recent weeks. Anything I write serves as an outlet, and I suppose when I can't write, I'm in a decent, content state of mind. Which is good, I suppose.

Basically, Thanksgiving was great, I helped cook, and I'm so so so very thankful for my great family and what few, amazing friends I have.

Also, I've now watched Scott Pilgrim vs. the World a total of four times now. Four! Insanity! And Ellen Wong in this movie is super cute. Too bad I think she looks better at the beginning of the film, before she gets her haircut.

Recognition

He stood in line, tapping his foot anxiously, looking at his watch, checking his teeth in the reflection of his cell phone. He hated waiting in line, and on top of that, he was running late. He contemplated skipping his usual morning coffee when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder and heard a voice behind him.

"Hey," the voice said cautiously. A female's, he detected. He turned around to face this person, and her curious expression lit up...(continued)

I dunno. Didn't feel like having all of it here.


On a side note, I love my family. They're great.

How to avoid the backscatter and pat down:

Found a really interesting post from another blog I follow. Or rather, this blog linked to another blog that actually had the post.

It concerns the recent (or semi-recent? I'm so out of touch with current events) controversies/rants about the TSA backscatter machines and pat-down procedures at American airports. This person found a way to bypass both of these procedures on his flight home from Paris. Read his post to find out. 

Solace

One of my favorite Scott Joplin songs is "Solace."


This guy does a pretty good job of how I interpret the piece.


Specifically, I love the D section of the piece, or I guess the final section, the conclusion. The way I like the D section is that the repeat is played a little slower, softer, somber, than the first time through is played. I use the una corda pedal (I think is what it's called, the one on the very left) to enhance that soft sound. Sometimes I'll also abuse the sustaining pedal as well with the repeat, playing through the entire section without letting the dampers fall so that ever single note rings the entire time. I like to imagine the combined effects of the pedals combined with the adjusted dynamics and tempo create a very eerie, forlorn feeling, but at the same time, the melody is indeed somewhat remorseful but carries a slightly uplifting undertone, and the entire piece ends on an inspiring, hopeful chord.

The song as a whole just comes together beautifully. It's not entirely happy, but it's not entirely depressing either. It's...a comforting song. Solace, as its appropriately titled. I love playing this piece when I'm feeling a little down.

Let it burn

It doesn't seem to smart, burn, scald, sear, sting, smoulder, or singe anymore. Instead I'm rather mystified, curious, and somewhat dumbfounded. 

All I can think is seriously? What the hell. 

WTF Japan seriously

...I need a drink. 

strange nights

1. Sometimes I like to think there's more than just this universe, that we exist in a verse in a series of verses, a multiverse (ok I kinda got that term from the Jet Li movie One that came out x-many years ago. Was an ok movie, action-y, but the concept was intriguing.) Basically, every action we take has a different outcome, or every choice we make has a different consequence. We could decide to go somewhere, and the events that follow are how that verse pans out. Or in another verse, we have the same decision to go somewhere, and we don't, and then those events carry on in a separate, parallel verse. And all these decisions just keep unfolding and multiplying in an infinite number of parallel verses. Maybe it's just thinking about how things could have been different, if I'd done something better that one night, or even further back to when I decided to start talking to that person. How is my other self faring in those verses? Am I happier? Am I different? Do my other selves think of me?

2. Got to see and meet the guys of Wongfu Productions! They were capping off their fall 2010 college tour. Great friend of mine on the exec board of the group that hosted them got me into the event. I ended up helping the officers with...well whatever they needed help with. Eventually Ted needed someone to sell Wongfu merch, and I ended up being that guy. He even let me have a t shirt free of charge! Except I got kinda nervous counting change and whatnot...hey I'm not a Tech student ok? In the end, I got them to sign my ukulele. Yeah, random thing to sign, but I thought it'd be cool. Exciting!

3. Saw Scott Pilgrim vs. the World for a second time. I actually bought the DVD. Which is crazy because I never buy movies unless I absolutely love them. Rent is the only other DVD I own. Chyeah. Seeing Scott Pilgrim again was great fun. This movie makes me wish I could play an instrument kick-ass-ed-ly in a band. And be in a league of evil ex boyfriends. That would be...interesting. Mwahaha.

"You punched me in the boob! Prepare to die, obviously!"

"We are Sex Bob-omb, and we're here to:

1. make you think about death and feel sad and stuff!"
2. make money and sell out and stuff..."
3. watch as Scott Pilgrim kicks your teeth in!" 

"He punched the highlights out of her hair!"

4. Frailty, thy name is woman! I feel like this line from Hamlet is just emblazoned across my vision in bright, flashing, red font.

5. I'm starting to question if I have a problem now. Even when I feel somewhat better about this thing on some nights more than others, I STILL have a craving within me for that...feeling. Like tonight. I feel like I could care less about that, whatever, done, move on, but I still want to make myself stupid.

Yeah, I lied to you. I don't know if you care. I sure as hell don't.

Animals and M&Ms

Animal, by Neon Trees.

Ok, yeah, this song has been out for a year. Gimme a break, I haven't been listening to much mainstream/radio the past several months (are these guys main stream now?)

But hey, it's currently my new favorite song.

Also, kick-ass female drummer! (like Kim from Scott Pilgrim anyone?) A cool person I know says the coolest people in the bands are the drummers. She's probably right.

And I think the bassist has the same strap as Rivers Cuomo:

In other less exciting events, the other night as I was sitting at a computer. Random girl sits at computer next to me, asks to borrow my calculator. Sure, why not, I can be nice enough. Later on, I got Peanut M&Ms. Apparently I was smacking too loudly when I ate them, said she, and asked me to stop. Geez woman, I let you borrow my calculator. And fine yeah maybe I was unaware I was smacking my lips too audibly, but hey those M&Ms get sticky around my lips, so what?

She was wearing Uggs. She WOULD be wearing f-uggs. Drugs not f-uggs, kids. 

Dramatic Drama is Dramatic.2

Finished watching 꽃보다 남자 (Boys Over Flowers) several weeks ago, but hadn't really gotten around to writing my thoughts on this Kdrama. 


Spoiler warning. You've been warned. 


I'll start by saying this Kdrama is the third tv series that has taken the story of Japanese manga Hana Yori Dango and adapted it using characters, story plots, and settings relevant to its respective countries. Japan of course did its own television adaptation with Taiwan being the next country to adapt the series. I feel like this is starting to be a trend with Kdramas, adapting Japanese manga series into Korean television shows. Uh oh. 


The story is basically as follows: A girl meets rich, powerful, snobby guy, they hate each others guts, then they slowly fall in love, and then the rest of the 20-something episodes are dedicated to breaking them apart and putting them back together. The end. 


This series is pretty funny, or maybe the humor comes from all the romantic-related jokes that are written in. I'm convinced now that actors, or maybe the actresses, are instructed to play the "cute" role, because that seems to be somewhat consistent in the number of Kdramas I've watched or at least sampled. I should probably branch out to different genres than romantic-comedy. 


Speaking of romantic quips, this show pretty much has every. Single. Scenario/event possible. Seriously, I felt that every single cliche, romantic story action that could happen, DID happen in this show. Guy and girl hate each other but then love each other? Check. Guy saves girl's life? Check. Multiple times. Playful carwash scene? Check. Girl trips and guy catches her sparking a oh-my-god-I'm-in-the-arms-of-the-person-I-like feeling? Check. Multiple times. Pushing someone out of the way of a speeding car only to get hit and severely injured himself? Check (even if that didn't happen between two romantic interests.) Guy gets amnesia and forgets his lover? CHECK. 


Basically, if you can think of a cheesy romantic action that can take place in a movie or tv show, 꽃보다 남자 is probably gonna have it, as well as many, many other story mechanisms that Koreans just seem to love so much. Love triangles? This show's got like 5! Maybe more. 


One gripe I had was when the boys get their haircuts almost halfway through the series, Jihoo gets Bieber hair. Fucking. Bieber Hair. Gross. 


But I think my biggest complaint with the storyline that annoyed the hell out of me each and every time it happened was this: 


WHERE THE HELL ARE THE TEACHERS/FACULTY OF THE DAMN SCHOOL WHEN KIDS ARE GETTING BULLIED TO THE POINT OF DEATH? 


Really! Someone's about to throw himself off the top of the school, kids are causing nasty bike accidents, they lock a girl in a classroom only to throw in noxious gas inside with her, not to mention all the emotional abuse the student body causes! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, TEACHERS? 


No sense whatsoever. 


One line I absolutely loved occurred later on in the series when Jandi and her brother are sleeping: 
Brother: "Ahh! Earthquake!"
Jandi: "Earthquake? What do you think this is, Japan?" 


lol Japan. classic. 


Also, something Joonpyo is telling Jandi as they're star gazing: 


"It's a star called Sirius in the Orion constellation."


Wow. False. Sirius is in Canis Freaking Major. I'm not sure if this was a translation error on the subber's part, but I feel like that'd be a hard translation to mess up if the words Sirius and Orion are English-Korean cognates


And what the heck is the relationship between the porridge shop owner and Jihoo's grandfather? They never explained that! unless I missed it. Derp.

Ah, one last thing, a trend I'm starting to notice in Kdramas: actors make kissing look really unnatural. Seriously. It's so awkward to watch, because they're just pursing their lips and kinda mashing them together. If I had to describe it, your lips take the shape as if you were just going to give someone a quick peck on the lips, except instead of a one-second peck, you end up mashing your lips with the other person's lips for, oh I don't know, 10+ seconds. And you don't move your lips either, you just hold them there. It's so unnatural-looking on film.

But in the end, 꽃보다 남자 is a really entertaining Kdrama, save my numerous gripes about nit-picky things. Recommended to anyone who hasn't seen it yet, loves Kdramas, is willing to sacrifice about 26 hours of their time. Although it has been out around the web for over a year now, so everyone's probably seen it already. Heh. 

CAG, you just brightened up my day. Except you're without your headphones. I guess that makes sense, wouldn't want to wear them outside in this weather.

I couldn't help but

smirk sadly at that statement--

a new description?

I'm wondering if

I preferred the radio 

silence between us

You plagued my dreams last

night, and I awoke confused

angry, frustrated

I wish there was a 

spell, something to kick you out

of my head for good

But it makes me feel
better now you're reduced to
a one word label

Now I wonder if
writing in pseudo-haiku
seems absurdly lame.

Scott Pilgrim vs The World

How do I describe this movie? Um. How about the coolest. Movie. Ever? Hell yeah. I couldn't help but be awesomely overwhelmed with the visual effects. Everything about this movie is just so clever. The videogame themes. The story lines. The dialogue. It makes me want to read the graphic novel now.

I expected Michael Cera to be, well, Michael Cera. But hey, who else is gonna be the awkward young adult awkwardly stumbling through awkward love interests? That's right. Don't pigeon-hole yourself, man! But Cera aside, everything is just good, explosive fun.

I simply loved the video game theme throughout the film. Probably because it appeals to my inner nerd, but regardless, it really was what made this movie.

Now I said this movie is super cool, but not necessarily amazing. I don't know about it winning any awards in the future, but Scott Pilgrim vs The World is definitely fun. It's great. Not sure how else to describe it but the coolest movie I've ever seen.

Bruno Mars?

Usually I don't care much for the music they play on the radio. But Bruno freaking Mars...why are his songs so contagious. The lyrics are so cheesy, almost lame. But they're good. And the songs come together  so well. He's just...good. I'm quite surprised. 

Here's a song I've recently taken a liking to, except it's a cover someone else did. Why? Because I like this cover. 

Like I said, the lyrics are so sappy. Corny. It oozes with lame-romantics. But I can't stop listening. Although I do particularly like the line "Tell the devil I said 'hey' when you get back to where you're from." I find it rather clever and well written. 

Also. Stop fucking with my dreams. Damn ghosts. 

CAG

Ah, CAG. Once again I am struck by your appearance. Although I must admit if it weren't for the way you rock that pair of kickass headphones, I most likely would not have spotted you. Today marks one week since we first crossed paths; it was your smart style and of course, your headphones, that drew my attention. I wonder what kind of music you listen to?

Sadly today, I observed you were wearing uggs. I cringe at the thought. I almost gave up on you. But I remain intrigued, and am willing to give you one more chance.

I don't even know you. Yet I am strangely attracted to you.

Until next time, CAG. Until next time.

Ghosts

I can gaze into these windows 

and I'm met with the curious expressions of ghosts,  

shadows of our former selves

and though I'm gripped with this feeling that

I know these faces,

Something whispers in my ear

they are not you

and you are not them. 

Are these windows mounted in walls

so high 

and so thick 

that I'll never be able to break them? 

I feel these ghosts in the windows are memories

or maybe they're parts of old souls

tired, worn, broken --

but that Thing

beckons me away from the glass

and now I can detect its foul breath 

raspy voice

telling me to

Wake.

Up.

I have been summoned by the daybreak

and I stumble through this semi-conscious haze

with those ghosts lingering on my mind

but as most dreams tend to do

they too will be 

Forgotten.

dreams.2.1

Maybe it's a time thing.

That I've been sleeping all along. I've been dreaming.

Now that I'm awake, I realize I'm just the same person I was before I started sleeping.

And as with almost all my dreams, I'm forgetting the details of this one. Maybe they'll all be forgotten one day.

A dream is but a shadow. I feel like someone said/wrote that.

Oh right. It's in Hamlet. I think.

dreams.2

All who live are only dreaming.

What is this life? A frenzy, an illusion, a shadow, a delirium, a fiction. The greatest good's but little, and this life is a dream, and dreams are only dreams.


~from Life is a Dream, by Calderón


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More and more often I find myself dreaming in layers. I'll start falling asleep, and as I'm starting to get into the lull, I start dreaming. Usually these dreams take place exactly in the location where I'm sleeping, which is normally my room. And oftentimes, there will be people I know in the room with me, watching me as I "wake up" in my dream.

Last week such a dream occurred. I was napping. and I began dreaming that several people I knew were in my room with me as I started waking up. And I felt like I had a grasp of my conscience and dreams enough that I was able to tell them, "go away, I'm dreaming, you're not really here." And they left. I told myself to wake up, this is just me waking up inside my dream. But then I felt something pulling at my arms and legs, as if they were trying to lift me up off my bed. I freaked out. I felt like half my conscience was in my dream, struggling to throw off whatever was pulling me. And my other half was trying to wake up from this dream.

And finally, I did wake up.

Into yet another dream, where I hopped out of my bed and started texting, or was it IMing, a friend about how I have these crazy dreams. Where I keep thinking they're real, because of the location and relatively real chance that such events in these dreams could happen.

Except I suddenly woke up. And this time I was awake for real.

I looked at my clock. about 20 minutes had elapsed since I started falling asleep.

Which is strange because the day before I had napped and dreamed similarly to what I experienced today. And it took about 20 minutes as well before I finally woke up.

Along with these strange dreams, I experience varying degrees of vertigo. I'll feel as if the room is spinning, or I'll feel weightless, or I feel that I have a headache. All these things I feel either as I'm beginning to dream, or as I wake up, either into a new dream or in reality. I've had these dreams for some time now, since last spring semester.

I admit I'm just a tad bit worried. I'm not sure if something is wrong with me.

But at the same time, once I get past the craziness of the double dreams mimicking my reality, sometimes the dreams are quite nice. I find myself wishing I could just sleep and live in my dreams.

And I think these desires are what really scare me.

Question, Answer, Derp.

Got premed advising tomorrow.

And I feel like Dr. Advisor (not his name of course, but he is a doctor, and he is an advisor) is gonna ask me,

Why do you want to go to med school? 

And of course I'll answer, smart-ass-ed-ly,

I want to be a doctor

And he, having talked to hundreds and hundreds of students and knows how to deal with these smart ass kids, will counter,

Ok, then why do you want to be a doctor? 

And my answer will be,

...derp. 


Because honestly, I'm not exactly sure why I want to be one. I mean, a good reason other than "It pays well," "I want to help / like helping others," "My parents/uncle/grandparents/entirefreakingfamily is/are doctor(s)." None of these reasons are particularly valid because:
1. With all these healthcare transmorphfigurations going around, who knows how doctors' salaries will be affected and stating this reason just sounds selfish
2. To enjoy helping others one doesn't need to become a doctor. Hell, join the peace corps, go work in an animal shelter or soup kitchen
3. Just because your family has 3 doctors and 2 dentists (with +1 doctor on the way, holla Brittney nuna) doesn't mean you have to go to med school as well.

But then these reasons are in fact why I'd to med school.
1. I'm scared I'll end up a broke, dirty hobo if I don't work in a career that pays well/I'm a spoiled little bitch who's gotten too comfortable living off his dad's income and now is afraid to do something that will pay less
3. Because a good deal of my family is compromised of shiny MDs, and how I've been partially brainwashed maybe most of my early life into going to med school, becoming a doctor is all I know to do
2. A year or so back I thought I enjoyed helping others. But then I realized maybe I wanted to help others so I can feel useful. Is that being selfish.

I think I fear that I won't have a purpose in my life. Lately I've been thinking lives have purposes. I'm not sure what, but there's got to be an overarching goal, a long term objective, right? Or what's the point. And I once thought I wanted to be a doctor because that's a way I could help people and make me feel satisfied with my life. But then there's the thing where well being a doctor isn't the only way to help others so that means the reason I'd really go into medicine is the money which still brings me right back to being a selfish little snot.

At the same time, I kinda feel being a doctor is something I could do. I'm not sure what else to say on that. It's just something I can see myself doing 10, 15, 20 years from now. Maybe.

Whoa. Shit 20 years is a long time from now. That's all the time I spent getting to my age at the present.

Anyways.

And it's not like I've had some ravaging, cruel disease tear my family apart and so it's become my sworn goal to be a doctor and kick said disease in the rear. Because nothing tragic like that has happened.

And then there's probably gonna be the question of

Well if you don't get into med school, what is your plan B?

And once again, I'll reply,

...derp?


What would I do. I guess I could either
1. Do what other kids do, find an intern/research job, volunteer more, stay busy, maybe retake the MCAT if my scores sucked major balls, and reapply next term or
2. Spit in life's face and say you know what whatever I'll become a gypsy and travel with a theatre troupe using my awesome theatre major skills guess med school wasn't meant to be kthxbai.

And also along the lines of being what I now call a Theatre PreMed major (as a response whenever I'm asked the question), I'm beginning to feel more confident in stating that and explaining my reasons. Maybe that's a good thing. Ooh, the tiniest glimmer of hope.

It's because I figure studying theatre (something I enjoy) will help maintain my sanity while I attempt to beat back the premed sciences (something I do not enjoy). But then I begin to worry well, if I don't enjoy science classes so much, then why do I want to be a doctor? Which is pretty much all science.

Well, then premed students only take these ridiculous classes to show they have a mastery over science and have what it takes to study to be a doctor. Right? Gulp. But then showing a mastery is something I definitely lack (coughfuckyouorganicchemcoughfuckyou.)

Maybe if I just murder the MCAT it'll somewhat redeem my failure in ochem (not a literal failing grade, of course. eep).

And I know not everyone has that epiphany moment, that one burst of nirvana where a sudden light bulb of enlightenment turns on and he realizes the exact reason why he wants to be a doctor, or what he wants to just do, for that matter. More likely alot of kids just work at it knowing it's what they want to do.

Maybe it's as simple as that. I just want to.

Or in the words of Cole from Scrubs, 

"Why the hell not?" 


-------Edit:--------
Well I didn't get asked either question after all. I guess he expects whoever comes in seeking advisement already has his reason for applying to med school. Fair enough.

And afterwards, I felt strangely more confident in what I'm doing. More so than I've felt since...I'm not sure. Maybe my grades were bearing down on my conscience. But Dr. Advisor seems rather reassuring about things like that. Hm. We'll see.

The Importance of Being Earnest

Read The Importance of Being Earnest for a class I'm taking. I remember liking this play when I had to read it in high school. Upon reading it again at this time, I've found I've picked up more quotes from this play. Some of them rather cheeky. Others somewhat satirical. Jolly good, Mr. Wilde. Below I've simply copied down some of the lines/quotes that stood out to me or that I liked.




Act I:


ALGERNON: I really don't see anything romantic about proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. but there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. one usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.
~61-65

ALGERNON: Well, in the first place girls never marry the men they flirt with. Girls don't think it right...It is a great truth. It accounts for the extraordinary number of bachelors that one sees all over the place.
~82-86

JACK: My dear Algy, you talk exactly as if you were a dentist. it is very vulgar to talk like a dentist when one isn't a dentist. It produces a false impression.
ALGERNON: Well, that is exactly what dentists always do.
~149-151

ALGERNON: All women become like heir mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.
~529-530

ALGERNON: The only way to behave to a woman is to make love to her, if she is pretty, and to someone else, if she is plain.
~546-547

JACK: You never talk anything but nonsense.
ALGERNON: No one ever does.
~639-640


Act II


MISS PRISM: No married man is ever attractive except to his wife.
CHASUBLE: And often, I've been told, not even to her.
~181-182

ALGERNON: You can't possibly ask me to go without having some dinner. It's absurd. I never go without my dinner. no one ever does, except vegetarians and people like that.
~765-767


Act III

GWENDOLEN: How absurd to talk of the equality of the sexes! Where questions of self-sacrifice are concerned, men are infinitely beyond us. 

JACK: We are.

CECILY: They have moments of physical courage of which we women know absolutely nothing.

~54-58

LADY BRACKNELL: To speak frankly, I am not in favour of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other's character before marriage, which i think is never advisable.
~180-183

LADY BRACKNELL: Indeed, no woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.
~216-217

Shakespeare on drinking:

Drink, sir, is a great provoker of three things: nose-painting, sleep, and urine. Lechery, sir, it provokes, and unprovokes: it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance. Therefore much drink may be said to be an equivocator with lechery: it makes him, and it mars him; it sets him on, and it takes him off; it persuades him and disheartens him, makes him stand to and not stand to. In conclusion, equivocates him in a sleep, and giving him the lie, leaves him. 

-from Macbeth, 2.3.21-30

Ah, this is so great. 

flight

mocked, said the mockingbird,
is what you feel, no?
flitting above my desk she flips
forward pages and reveals.
does it seem ironic?
asked she.
indeed it does,
said I.
cruelly so
that your month has
your color?
correct!
was the shrill.
I don't understand,
wailed I.
but she stood silently.
eyes, infinitely dark, stared.
said she,
no one does.
it's a tricky sticky subject,

this.

a sigh

as I opened the window to set her free.
but still she remains
perched on my desk
mocking me.

Redone

I realize why I've stopped when it started.

And now why I've started when it stopped.

Fall.

1. Halloween all but lost its significance on me. Honestly this year I kept forgetting October 31 meant costumes, scary movies on tv, and candy if it weren't for the constant reminders that were decorations I see in peoples' yards, ads on tv and the radio, and of course the freezing college girls in their not-so-weather-smart-"costumes."

Oh didn't anyone tell you? This is a costume party.

"Hey what are you supposed to be?"

"Oh I'm a sexy cat--"

"WHORE."

"A policewoma--"

"WHORE."

"A cowgir--"

"WHORE."

"A lib--"

"WHORE."

Pretty much sums it up. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind the right girl with the right body type in the right "costume" that would be pretty hot, but there's a difference between "hot," and "attractive." Another rant for another time.

Although I did enjoy seeing different costumes at

2. the Weezer concert. My god this concert was amazing. So much fun. It didn't occur to me that you could dress up since it was the night before halloween or whatever, but it was fun watching people come in wearing different costumes.

But good god, I don't think I've had this much fun at any sort of public event so far. Rivers Cuomo jumped off the stage and ran around the amphitheater two different times as they were doing songs. People started getting out of their seats and swarming the poor guy. I know we sure did. It was freezing, but we warmed up soon enough from the all the jumping, dancing, screaming/yelling we did. Good bonding times with the sibs, yup yup. If they ever come back, I'm definitely going.

3. So that was the highlight of my break. The rest of my time was spent sleeping and playing Reach. It's sad that I can never get work done when I'm home.

4. And as I was driving back, I couldn't help but notice in front of me the sky was dark, it was night time where I was headed and I looked in my rearview mirror and saw it was still light behind me, the sun just setting in the distance and I couldn't help but get an eerie, cold feeling that this process of me leaving the light and going into the dark was a like metaphor, or foreshadowing for something to happen.