Moving sucks almost always
So I pretty much spent all of Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday, and half of Tuesday moving. I still live in Raleigh and everything but instead of 7720 Highlandview my new address will be 3921 Bentley Brook. We had to move into the model home in the little neighborhood, though, because our real house won't be ready until late August (hopefully). That means we have to move again in about a month. Pity I won't be able to help because I'll be at college. Besides being exhausting, moving is also boring so I don't care to discuss it anymore.
Instead of discussing moving I want to tell everybody about the one thing I moved that didn't suck. After everything was moved in, I wanted to set my computer up, and I didn't want to settle for sitting on the floor and putting the monitor on a cardboard box or something ghetto like that. So I brought this mini desk upstairs all by myself. It weighed six billion pounds and I had to move it over a zillion things in the garage, and then fit it through my door. When it wouldn't fit, Mum and Dad told me to give up, but I took the door off and twisted the damn desk in. Now I am sitting here typing in comfort instead of discomfort, all because I refused to take "no" for an answer. It is interesting how people can feel so proud of themselves for the most mundane accomplishments.
There happened to be another Hollywood Video about 2-3 minutes away from my new house, so I got transferred over there. Now my commute is much shorter, which I find very convenient. Speaking of Hollywood Video, I recently saw The Phantom of the Opera (the new rendition), which was excellent. I highly recommend it to anybody who... well, just plain old anybody. It was one of those movies that makes you feel good after you watch it, I think because it is such a classic story and the movie does an incredible job of portraying the opera without making it seem so, well... operatic. Unleashed, that movie where Jet Li wears the collar and Morgan Freeman is a blind dude, was also pretty good (saw it in the dollar fifty theater). I also saw XxX: State of the Union, which was thoroughly mediocre. Don't waste your time with it unless there's nothing else good out to see.
So yesterday I was hanging out with people talking about stuff and somebody asked me what love was. I started giving some kind of generic definition but realized I didn't know what I was talking about. The dictionary didn't really help either; the definitions were all just fancy ways of saying that "affection" was another word for "love", and replacing a word with a similar one does little to help define it. squirelord says that it has something to do with sacrifice but I'm not sure. Too many questions still remain... what is love? Is it the same for everybody? Does everybody even experience it? Do some people need it more than others?
I will end this post on an optimistic note by saying that I can't wait to go to Duke. I should probably e-mail my roommate.
Instead of discussing moving I want to tell everybody about the one thing I moved that didn't suck. After everything was moved in, I wanted to set my computer up, and I didn't want to settle for sitting on the floor and putting the monitor on a cardboard box or something ghetto like that. So I brought this mini desk upstairs all by myself. It weighed six billion pounds and I had to move it over a zillion things in the garage, and then fit it through my door. When it wouldn't fit, Mum and Dad told me to give up, but I took the door off and twisted the damn desk in. Now I am sitting here typing in comfort instead of discomfort, all because I refused to take "no" for an answer. It is interesting how people can feel so proud of themselves for the most mundane accomplishments.
There happened to be another Hollywood Video about 2-3 minutes away from my new house, so I got transferred over there. Now my commute is much shorter, which I find very convenient. Speaking of Hollywood Video, I recently saw The Phantom of the Opera (the new rendition), which was excellent. I highly recommend it to anybody who... well, just plain old anybody. It was one of those movies that makes you feel good after you watch it, I think because it is such a classic story and the movie does an incredible job of portraying the opera without making it seem so, well... operatic. Unleashed, that movie where Jet Li wears the collar and Morgan Freeman is a blind dude, was also pretty good (saw it in the dollar fifty theater). I also saw XxX: State of the Union, which was thoroughly mediocre. Don't waste your time with it unless there's nothing else good out to see.
So yesterday I was hanging out with people talking about stuff and somebody asked me what love was. I started giving some kind of generic definition but realized I didn't know what I was talking about. The dictionary didn't really help either; the definitions were all just fancy ways of saying that "affection" was another word for "love", and replacing a word with a similar one does little to help define it. squirelord says that it has something to do with sacrifice but I'm not sure. Too many questions still remain... what is love? Is it the same for everybody? Does everybody even experience it? Do some people need it more than others?
I will end this post on an optimistic note by saying that I can't wait to go to Duke. I should probably e-mail my roommate.