Strangely Striking
So, its been a quite week down here on Pensacola Street down at the edge of town.
The teachers have been laying it on pretty thick so far with no break. There has been a lot of homework. The teachers are throwing it out there like it is candy. Forty pages there, sixty there, post a thousand words to blackboard tonight as well, go ahead and just do this worksheet for my edification. Yowza man. I can barely keep up, it is taking about three full days 10am to 9pm just to do the stuff I absolutely need to get done.
On top of all of this I need to retake my geography test. Did you hear that? A freaking geography test re-take. What kind of schmuck am I that I can't even do a freaking geography test? There were thirty identify on the map dealios and I messed that portion up completely. I'm kind of ashamed actually.
Have a presentation on Ernest Hemingway tomorrow. I'm going to try and spice that one up so I can get my grade up and bolster it there in case I slip up in the future.
On a happier note, Colleen and I have watched a ton of movies lately. It has been fan freaking tastic.
So there the other day I was scrolling through my iTunes updating some stuff and making a couple of playlists when I clicked on the band They Might Be Giants' album Flood. Instantly through the notes and lyrics I was pulled out of my chair by some strange invisible hand and thrown into the music store back in fifth grade just begging my parents to buy me the cd. I've never had that happen before to me. I've never just been ripped out of my consciousness like that. I put the music on random and waited to see what would happen. The Beatles came on. Nowhere man, ZAP I was eight again at my grandparents house before they moved to Las Vegas, I was in my grandfather's workshop down in the garage complaining that the songs were too good to be so short. Jack Johnson, Flake, ZIP in the saturn driving to school after picking up some friends. ZIP back in the car, now a mercedes, cruising along some unknown highway with my grandfather, my god his hair his still black, no wait it has always been black i'm nine you know, he's not that old, I love this song, Pop, who is this? Eric Clapton you say, Great, i must borrow it. Wham, thud, Dad? Yeah son. What are we listening to? This stinks, that is Bob Seger son, you'll learn to love him with age, I have, Dad? Yeah son. You know you're right, right? Here I am sitting here singing along to the songs you think I hate.
No Bryan I don't, this is in your head. Oh, Well I'll tell you on the phone later, it isn't all that bad you know. I kind of like it now.
Wham, Singing along to Billy Joel, Elton John, Jimmy Buffet, song after song, memory after memory. Moving in, moving out, driving, sleeping, talking, running...In the swirling motions I hear Bob Dylan, an old familiar voice but one I didn't become acquainted with until recently. It must be coming to an end. All of a sudden I'm thrown back into my chair at the dinner table in front of my computer.
I realize the absurdity of the situation. Colleen has been staring at me for a full forty minutes. I look like some kind of zombie. I've got drool hanging off of me, my eyes are glazed over, my face feels pale. Uh oh. Time to do some homework.
Didn't know if you've had that kind of experience. But is is fun and scary. Try it out sometime.
The teachers have been laying it on pretty thick so far with no break. There has been a lot of homework. The teachers are throwing it out there like it is candy. Forty pages there, sixty there, post a thousand words to blackboard tonight as well, go ahead and just do this worksheet for my edification. Yowza man. I can barely keep up, it is taking about three full days 10am to 9pm just to do the stuff I absolutely need to get done.
On top of all of this I need to retake my geography test. Did you hear that? A freaking geography test re-take. What kind of schmuck am I that I can't even do a freaking geography test? There were thirty identify on the map dealios and I messed that portion up completely. I'm kind of ashamed actually.
Have a presentation on Ernest Hemingway tomorrow. I'm going to try and spice that one up so I can get my grade up and bolster it there in case I slip up in the future.
On a happier note, Colleen and I have watched a ton of movies lately. It has been fan freaking tastic.
So there the other day I was scrolling through my iTunes updating some stuff and making a couple of playlists when I clicked on the band They Might Be Giants' album Flood. Instantly through the notes and lyrics I was pulled out of my chair by some strange invisible hand and thrown into the music store back in fifth grade just begging my parents to buy me the cd. I've never had that happen before to me. I've never just been ripped out of my consciousness like that. I put the music on random and waited to see what would happen. The Beatles came on. Nowhere man, ZAP I was eight again at my grandparents house before they moved to Las Vegas, I was in my grandfather's workshop down in the garage complaining that the songs were too good to be so short. Jack Johnson, Flake, ZIP in the saturn driving to school after picking up some friends. ZIP back in the car, now a mercedes, cruising along some unknown highway with my grandfather, my god his hair his still black, no wait it has always been black i'm nine you know, he's not that old, I love this song, Pop, who is this? Eric Clapton you say, Great, i must borrow it. Wham, thud, Dad? Yeah son. What are we listening to? This stinks, that is Bob Seger son, you'll learn to love him with age, I have, Dad? Yeah son. You know you're right, right? Here I am sitting here singing along to the songs you think I hate.
No Bryan I don't, this is in your head. Oh, Well I'll tell you on the phone later, it isn't all that bad you know. I kind of like it now.
Wham, Singing along to Billy Joel, Elton John, Jimmy Buffet, song after song, memory after memory. Moving in, moving out, driving, sleeping, talking, running...In the swirling motions I hear Bob Dylan, an old familiar voice but one I didn't become acquainted with until recently. It must be coming to an end. All of a sudden I'm thrown back into my chair at the dinner table in front of my computer.
I realize the absurdity of the situation. Colleen has been staring at me for a full forty minutes. I look like some kind of zombie. I've got drool hanging off of me, my eyes are glazed over, my face feels pale. Uh oh. Time to do some homework.
Didn't know if you've had that kind of experience. But is is fun and scary. Try it out sometime.