May 29, 2004
The Quest for the Grail
Nathan and Kevin and I had plans last night too see Day After Tommorrow (which is misspelled on the Wynnsong sign...twice...) but we had to wait for Kevin to finish at the deli, so we didn't get to the theatre until 9:45. Silly us, because it was Friday night opening weekend for that movie which happened to coincide with Memorial Day weekend. A conversation between us went on something like this:
"Wait, does that say sold out?"
"Man, they're all sold out!"
"No, no, wait a second, they're showing some times here..."
"Yeah, those are sold out too."
"Well...do you want to try again tommorrow?"
And my answer to that of course was no, I was plum and determined to see that movie. I told the boys to get back in the car. We were going to see if it was playing at the Bijou. I didn't even want to see it that badly, but it was a challenge now and I wasn't going to back down. Nathan used some handy cellphone work to determine that it was playing at 10:30, so we zoomed our way downtown and when we were caddy corner from the theatre, Nathan ran diagonally across a city intersection while we parked the car in that garage above the theatre, and met up with him holding THREE TICKETS TO THE TEN-THIRTY SHOWING. And damn, but that accomplished feeling was better than the movie itself. Which I guess isn't much of a statement, but oh well.
May 25, 2004
Ode to the Darkest Commode
Sequoya, on the hill,
that building tall and great
with science and mathematics,
has but one small room
for that private need
of her young female students.
Tucked in the downstairs hallway,
there it sits, tiny with four stalls.
All locks are broken save for one--
One which haunts my every step,
Every drink, sip, and gulp of the
caffienated, carbonated
lifestyle of college students...
the result of which remains inescapable;
that I may find myself in this tiny room
with tiled floors and three small sinks,
and I may seek the furthest stall from the door,
for its luxury of privacy and sweet successful lock.
But though the click of lock consoles me,
I find my spirit darkened
in that lost tiny corner
For flourescent lighting may only reach so far.
So there I sit in darkness for the glory of the latch...
In the quiet of the little room it seems to be forbidden.
For that last little stall in great Sequoya hall,
There sits haunted relief
from my Coca-Cola.
May 24, 2004
Sometimes I long for faith.
Oh man, Whalerider is such an amazing movie. I wish I could believe in something so completely. I'm too much of a skeptic I suppose...I just have to keep going and hope I can work through my grey patches on my own. Sometimes it seems like the Eucharist is the only thing that gives me any meaning anymore. Something very heavy about the Eucharist. I know I say that all the time but what can I say, the Catholic in me is breaking loose.
I took this picture last fall but it still moves me...I do so love the sunset.
May 23, 2004
Sushi makes me sleepy
I slept two hours this evening, which guarantees two things: I will have the hardest time getting to sleep tonight, and I will feel like crap until I finally succumb. But it's ok, it's not like I have class and work in the morning or anything....oh wait...crap...
My belly is getting pudgy again. Something tells me I'm going to gain those twenty pounds back this summer...must keep self busy so don't feel desire to snack...
My family's going up to Illinois this weekend to see Patrick graduate, but since I'm singing at Mass next Saturday I won't be able to go, so that means I have the house to myself for three days...and...I'm kind of excited. It's been awhile since I was entirely on my own for an extended period of time...I should booze it up or something. I plan to drink when I have no obligations and no gas in my car. My goodness, I'm such a wild and crazy kid.
Overheard on Futurama: "You changed the outcome by measuring it!"
Someone tell me why that is both sensical and hilarious, and I'll give you a dollar.
May 22, 2004
You know, most cats can't even wear boots.
After graduation Chris, Christina, Nathan, Kevin and I took Mr Lord and Brandon out for dinner. I refused to let Brandon pay because I was all proud of him for being saludi...saluti...saluda...for graduating second in his class. Then we went to see Shrek 2...man...there's something really awesome about seeing a movie at midnight and being the only people in the theatre. We didn't have to worry about bothering anyone else with side comments or uproarious laughing (which believe me, there was a lot of, I highly suggest you go see Shrek 2) and that's always fun. It was weird going to graduation though...it seems like forever ago that I was graduating high school but it really wasn't, just a pass of a few seasons and I'm back to where I started, and it reminded me how much my perceptions have changed in so short a time. I thought about where I was and who I was then and now and thought about my priorities and how they have changed, and who my friends are now, the ones I've let go of and the new ones I've met, and the few that I have kept. And then I thought about myself six years ago when I still lived in Illinois, and was almost floored by that thought...and I was reminded yet again of the utter mystery of human conciousness.
May 20, 2004
Brief Excursion into Fiction #1: The Scholar
It was the snow that reminded him the most. Something about the brilliance of the sun off the surface just ensnared his mind and rent it completely slave to the memory of her. It was probably because he had seen so little snow in the time he knew her and she had complained of that constantly, she having been born further north where it could be counted upon every winter to snow at least twice. And so when he left to live among the scholars of that New England college, each time in November (and sometimes October) when that first snow of the season began to settle in in soft, hesitant, deceptively innocent-looking flakes he would think of her and her smiles and her whine of too-hot summers. He would smile and wonder where she was, and if she was happy. If he was in a particularly good mood he would imagine her reading or teaching or laughing. If his mood was dark he would imagine her in the arms of another, and then he would blame the cold feeling on the wintery air.
I see you lookin at me and I wonder if you know who I am.
In six hours I have to drive my brother to the shop to pick up his car. I should be asleep. I know I should be asleep...but you know...I've never been one for paying attention to those synapses that like to fire when exhaustion comes around. I'd rather stay up all night watching reruns of Cowboy Bebop, even though I've seen every episode ten times.
I'm increasingly lonely this evening, though I'm not entirely sure why. I really miss Amber right now. I want to see her really badly. She's coming back to visit next month, so I have that, the Harry Potter movie, and the Howard Shore concert to look forward to, I suppose...It's always nice to have something to look forward to.
Man, someone explain to me how time goes so fast. It's an utter mystery. I have no idea what I shall do between 11:30 and 3:00 tommorrow when I'm in between class and work...I suppose I shall just mill about campus. Maybe I can go read some in the library, or on the swing. I'll see if I can find someone to grab lunch with...
Oh hell, I need to buy Chris, Austin, and Brandon graduation gifts...
May 19, 2004
Summation of the Inconsequential Details Mentioned Herein
I am very tired. The medicine I'm on to relieve the symptoms of tonsilitis (not the penicillin, the OTHER horse pills) makes me sleepy but only in two-three hour bursts...and so I am very sleepy but also rather insomniatic...Dave Attell is my only friend.
Oh yeah, the blog. Hi. This is my blog. I've had one at livejournal for a year, but livejournal's gotten way too big and stupid for my tastes...I don't live in Chattanooga, but nearby just into GA in Ft Oglethorpe. I'm a sophmore at Dalton State and am currently pursuing a masters in physics and secondary education. Watch out, youth of tommorrow. I plan on teaching you about two-dimensional motion and gravitation. When I say 9.8 m/s/s, you'll know precisely what I'm talking about. It might take you a minute to know what 6.67 X 10^-13 is though...oh well...you'll learn...and then you'll be my minions, bua-ha-ha!
I'm at work at the moment...work is defined as the math lab on campus, where I sit in a little room and wait for students to come ask me for help on various things mathematical...unfortunately this is only the second day of summer semester and no one needs help yet so myself and the other math tutors sit in our little room twiddling our thumbs. But there are computers in here for "math purposes" so of course when there are no students in here we use them for "math purposes". My blog is extremely mathematical I'll have you know. The limit of boredom as the number of students in the math lab approaches zero approaches infinity. There. Math. HA.