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Yesterday was truly epic.
A small core of devoted people... dare I say, heroes, gathered together between the hours of 10:00 AM of January 9th and 2:00 AM of January 10th to meet the daunting task of watching all six Star Wars films in sequential order. After accomplishing this feat, I can safely say that the first 10 minutes of any of the three REAL Star Wars movies far excedes the quality of all three of the "prequels" put together.
Also, we came to form an interesting hypothesis: Han Solo is almost singlehandedly the difference between the two trilogies, in terms of lending complexity and greatness to them. Discuss?
Also, Padme... Whore Island. A charming little paradise off the coast of the Whore Continent, adrift in the Whorish sea of the Whore Planet in the Whore System. Just FYI.
Also, a Scurvish-English dictionary is currently being researched.
Aside from yesterday, quite possibly the high point of my existence thus far, I have had what I can only describe as a shiftless week. There's something about coming home from Disney World... the street signs are drab green and white instead of whimsical purple and yellow, I rarely drive under arches declaring where I am headed, and very few people THANK me for having an excellent time. What's more, I haven't been shrank, blasted through the universe, or sent back in time EVEN ONCE since I returned, an alarming decline indeed.
Anywho, the next few days will be spent going to visit some of the people who keep me functioning, including the doctor and barber. Then it's a bit of Annie-chillin', followed by the trip back to AU. I'm feeling alarmingly blase about all of this. I'm not particularly yearning to return to school, but it's not like I am dying to stick around here, either. I think once I get back into the swing of things, interning and classing and whatnot, my broken motivator will repair itself.
...that, or I'll get stuck in a new rut. Psh.
But seriously, this semester will be excellent. Spring is awesome, my classes sound great, and I should be less stressed out. Now all I have to do is make some brilliant plan for how to spend my summer...
Anyways, it's 2:30 and I should be trying to get back onto some semi-reasonable sleeping schedule, but instead here I am. Time to brush my teeth and set an early alarm clock... aside from the ole car battery to the temples, it's the best way to kick the circadian rhythms back into Eastern Standard.
Cheerio!
A small core of devoted people... dare I say, heroes, gathered together between the hours of 10:00 AM of January 9th and 2:00 AM of January 10th to meet the daunting task of watching all six Star Wars films in sequential order. After accomplishing this feat, I can safely say that the first 10 minutes of any of the three REAL Star Wars movies far excedes the quality of all three of the "prequels" put together.
Also, we came to form an interesting hypothesis: Han Solo is almost singlehandedly the difference between the two trilogies, in terms of lending complexity and greatness to them. Discuss?
Also, Padme... Whore Island. A charming little paradise off the coast of the Whore Continent, adrift in the Whorish sea of the Whore Planet in the Whore System. Just FYI.
Also, a Scurvish-English dictionary is currently being researched.
Aside from yesterday, quite possibly the high point of my existence thus far, I have had what I can only describe as a shiftless week. There's something about coming home from Disney World... the street signs are drab green and white instead of whimsical purple and yellow, I rarely drive under arches declaring where I am headed, and very few people THANK me for having an excellent time. What's more, I haven't been shrank, blasted through the universe, or sent back in time EVEN ONCE since I returned, an alarming decline indeed.
Anywho, the next few days will be spent going to visit some of the people who keep me functioning, including the doctor and barber. Then it's a bit of Annie-chillin', followed by the trip back to AU. I'm feeling alarmingly blase about all of this. I'm not particularly yearning to return to school, but it's not like I am dying to stick around here, either. I think once I get back into the swing of things, interning and classing and whatnot, my broken motivator will repair itself.
...that, or I'll get stuck in a new rut. Psh.
But seriously, this semester will be excellent. Spring is awesome, my classes sound great, and I should be less stressed out. Now all I have to do is make some brilliant plan for how to spend my summer...
Anyways, it's 2:30 and I should be trying to get back onto some semi-reasonable sleeping schedule, but instead here I am. Time to brush my teeth and set an early alarm clock... aside from the ole car battery to the temples, it's the best way to kick the circadian rhythms back into Eastern Standard.
Cheerio!