Fran-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-tic-toc.
The slow reaction by the Federal Gov to Hurricane Katrina is unforgivable. I've got to tip my hat to the President: he's proven the value of small government after all.
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It's been a fun week for me. I gave up sleep on Sunday night so I could get to Guitar Center by 8am and be eligible to win a free Fender Acoustic Guitar. I almost won it, too, but the guy in line behind me got it instead. I found out that Guitar Center had fired a bunch of people and that they had openings, so I turned around and fired off a job application. Yep, should be hearing about it any minute now..... o_o
That evening, Phil and I went to see FSU beat UM by all of one field goal. That's got to feel rotten for UM fans. They missed two field goals (one short, one wide left) and didn't even get to kick their third attempt. Who cares if our offense can't complete passes? We beat UM. FSU could lose every game this season and still come out winners.
For some god-awful reason, Scott and I decided to see a movie called "A Sound of Thunder." In the whole movie, there isn't a single lightning strike, and we don't hear any thunder. In fact, except for an erupting volcano, the weather is pretty decent. If you couldn't tell from the title "A Sound of Thunder," let me tell you what it's about: a group of Time-travellers from the future travel back in time to the Cretaceous period (or the Crustaceous period) and hunt Allosaurueses on Time-Safaris. But, they accidentally change something (it turns out someone stepped on a butterfly), and so when they get back to the future, there are "time waves" every now and then that make it look like someone's playing Jumanji. Babboon-Iguana people that sleep upside down hanging from the ceiling occasionally chase our Time-Safari team across the city. The scarabs from "The Mummy" make a cameo appearance ("oh, so THAT'S what they've been up to since The Mummy"). It was laughably bad, from the cardboard taxis borrowed from Judge Dredd to the corrupt entreprenuer who owns the Time-Safari company who might as well be Lex Luthor. Our hero, whose name is Travis Ryer (oh, PLEASE), must find a way to undo the events that led a guy to step on a butterfly (it doesn't matter whether they kill the allosaur or not, because there's a volcano that's about to erupt). As Scott said during the movie, "the Butterfly Effect isn't LITTERAL!"
We consumed two pitchers of beer before going into that movie and it wasn't enough. Thankfully, the only other two people who went to see the film left after the opening scene with the allosaur (the first time we saw it--we saw the scene again four more times).
Last night, Scott and I went and saw Sister Hazel play at Floyd's. This was the fourth time we'd seen them there, but it was the first time we met the band. Jeff, the bassist, apparently crashed a boat out at the sandbar at Elliot Key, which is where I try to get the Miami crew to go all of the time. I wound up doing shots with a girl who was selling Sex on the Beach for $2, which is the most I've ever paid for sex. Hazel thoroughly rocked the place. They did a jam on "Happy" where virtuoso guitarist Ryan threw down some disgusting licks. I mean, god damn it was good.
That's what I've been up to. Here's what's going on.
Anyone who is interested in bowling this Saturday, let me know. It's gonna happen. I've called a friend from my summer bowling class and he's in. I'm also interested in getting some baseball going, so I'll be making calls about that today and tomorrow. If you want to go hit some balls around, let me know. Lastly, I've finally started writing music again. So, Kyle, I'm going to be calling you up, too.
Alyssa visits in three weeks. Appropriately, Green Day's "Wake me up when September Ends" randomly came up on my music player.
And that's it.
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It's been a fun week for me. I gave up sleep on Sunday night so I could get to Guitar Center by 8am and be eligible to win a free Fender Acoustic Guitar. I almost won it, too, but the guy in line behind me got it instead. I found out that Guitar Center had fired a bunch of people and that they had openings, so I turned around and fired off a job application. Yep, should be hearing about it any minute now..... o_o
That evening, Phil and I went to see FSU beat UM by all of one field goal. That's got to feel rotten for UM fans. They missed two field goals (one short, one wide left) and didn't even get to kick their third attempt. Who cares if our offense can't complete passes? We beat UM. FSU could lose every game this season and still come out winners.
For some god-awful reason, Scott and I decided to see a movie called "A Sound of Thunder." In the whole movie, there isn't a single lightning strike, and we don't hear any thunder. In fact, except for an erupting volcano, the weather is pretty decent. If you couldn't tell from the title "A Sound of Thunder," let me tell you what it's about: a group of Time-travellers from the future travel back in time to the Cretaceous period (or the Crustaceous period) and hunt Allosaurueses on Time-Safaris. But, they accidentally change something (it turns out someone stepped on a butterfly), and so when they get back to the future, there are "time waves" every now and then that make it look like someone's playing Jumanji. Babboon-Iguana people that sleep upside down hanging from the ceiling occasionally chase our Time-Safari team across the city. The scarabs from "The Mummy" make a cameo appearance ("oh, so THAT'S what they've been up to since The Mummy"). It was laughably bad, from the cardboard taxis borrowed from Judge Dredd to the corrupt entreprenuer who owns the Time-Safari company who might as well be Lex Luthor. Our hero, whose name is Travis Ryer (oh, PLEASE), must find a way to undo the events that led a guy to step on a butterfly (it doesn't matter whether they kill the allosaur or not, because there's a volcano that's about to erupt). As Scott said during the movie, "the Butterfly Effect isn't LITTERAL!"
We consumed two pitchers of beer before going into that movie and it wasn't enough. Thankfully, the only other two people who went to see the film left after the opening scene with the allosaur (the first time we saw it--we saw the scene again four more times).
Last night, Scott and I went and saw Sister Hazel play at Floyd's. This was the fourth time we'd seen them there, but it was the first time we met the band. Jeff, the bassist, apparently crashed a boat out at the sandbar at Elliot Key, which is where I try to get the Miami crew to go all of the time. I wound up doing shots with a girl who was selling Sex on the Beach for $2, which is the most I've ever paid for sex. Hazel thoroughly rocked the place. They did a jam on "Happy" where virtuoso guitarist Ryan threw down some disgusting licks. I mean, god damn it was good.
That's what I've been up to. Here's what's going on.
Anyone who is interested in bowling this Saturday, let me know. It's gonna happen. I've called a friend from my summer bowling class and he's in. I'm also interested in getting some baseball going, so I'll be making calls about that today and tomorrow. If you want to go hit some balls around, let me know. Lastly, I've finally started writing music again. So, Kyle, I'm going to be calling you up, too.
Alyssa visits in three weeks. Appropriately, Green Day's "Wake me up when September Ends" randomly came up on my music player.
And that's it.