To those...

What my personal feelings are is of no importance...You appointed me Big X...and it is my duty to harass, confound and confuse the enemy to the best of my ability.

Happy Belated Memorial Day

Super weekend. No class Friday or Monday. I should also mention Julie has been at the ABA conference this week, so in my typical form, no showering, plenty of movies and gaming, and let us not forget the booze. Not that I am a total wreck when my wife is out of town, just as a complete anti-social I fail to see the point of upkeep in these situations, and I end up wallowing in filth. Whatever, it's part of who I am (character armor).

Anyway, i spent Memorial day as I usaully do, watching movies with a military slant. In honor of ww2 I watched one I hadn't before, Biloxi Blues. Not a reco from me, but hey, this is how horizons are broadened- on the backs of inferiority. Not that it was all bad, just well, whatever. Then I decided to honor the cold war with a classic- The Hunt For Red October. Well, words would be a waste on this film, so moving on. No wait...that was it. I was gonna take it further but decided to honor the two greatest things in this world or the next. Alcohol, and impure thoughts. I had a third of a bottle of JD (FUCKIN A...Tivo is bein a buzz kill...you'll understand in a minute). ... anyways...i got the jack...so what do I do with it... So I decided to watch Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, and take a shot for every impure thought I had. Fuckin American right? Well, 40 minutes later....drunk. So what is the point? I'm still watchin and still shooting. My one complaint is that all those bitches are way too old for the roles they are trying to play...except for the blonde...she is at least close...but also has a 4:1 shot ratio on the rest of them. I can't stand casting older people for roles...i know it is common practice, but I'm one of the people who really notices...most people don't work with young people, but damnit...I do. uh oh...shot time. Moving on...man I laugh my ass off...and I don't forget for a second that it took the blood of millions. Big X out.

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I realized something today. Often times when I dream I realize that I'm dreaming...and I'm always afraid to tell the people around me that they are just a part of a dream...my dream. I guess the reason for this is, deep down, I'm afraid of what they might tell me. Because even if I am dreaming, there's a chance I might be dead.
That, and of course even though I know I'm dreaming, I can never accurately remember what my real life is like...most recently, I thought I was still living in New Hampshire, and I was 22. My point being, I knew what I was experiencing wasn't real, but I didnt know what was...that's what frightened me.

On a related note, I saw someone bring in an undercooked burger that they just recieved from Micky D's. The manager chewed out the person who made it. Makes me proud to own $1.12 in their stock.

Wait...

Some things...

- If you are ever in the Virgin Islands, 104.3 FM. One of the best I've heard in a LONG time.

- I graduate in August, one more class this summer (thanks advisor) and a blow off (elective). I'll be taking Measurement and Assessment and the writing class in the RTVF program. Not that I ever really thought about writing for radio TV or film before, I always figured I'd never be able to make any money in that industry... but I guess it's not much less likely than anyhting I considered within the realm of possibility...hmmm. It's just to get me writing more than anything else, well, and to give me the minimum number of hours required for financial aid.

-I've been bad about keeping this up to date (like my blogging idol) but I think I know why. Back in my hey-day, I was always updating this while I worked my cushy work study job. With some luck, I'll have it this summer, but for the last long while, I've been doing my internship and barely have time to finish a

Hmmm...