….and in return school fools me by letting me think i’ll get away with it. that is, until monday morning faces me with a ferocious, gloating, smile. “pay up!” he cries, and interest accrues each time i hit the snooze button. i realize the loan i took out from this sly banker in order to buy time is due, and i’ve got nothing to show. the new day is the repo-man, and my defaulted collateral consists of peace and a balanced existence.
still, i feel as if i’ve been spared my full share of consequences, and here i sit without too much to do this afternoon before i leave tomorrow for home. that’s right–home. my aunt linda, elder sister of my dad, is getting married for the first time on saturday. i have the dubious honor of being cameraman for the event, and, while the honor may be in question, the advantage of such a situation is certainly not: i won’t have to sit and fidget for the entire ceremony.
last night i checked out and watched lock, stock, and two smoking barrels, precursor to the highly-if-hesitantly-and-carefully-recommended snatch. if a certain amount of gratuitous violence and one certainly gratuitous strip-bar scene don’t scare you (perhaps prudently) away, watch this movie. it is genius.
in other news, i am attempting to go to england over thanksgiving break. don’t ask me why–it’s a strange combination of wanderlust, escapism, forethought, playing the mileage game, wisdom, and stupidity. but, i’m hoping that it will be an official trend affect theory 217 event, in that premier stud chris nyffeler (aka nyffy, aka dj chris cross) might come. if we can pull it off, we may just have an altimar 3.5 on our hands, which would be totally sweet.
nothing else interesting is really happening, save that i’m combating a number of physical ailments at the moment: ankle tendonitis, a recovering sprained toe, a recovering sprained finger, a recovering dislocated shoulder, a strained hip tendon, and, to top it off, a wart on my finger. needless to say, a number of these are fairly inhibitive as far as running, climbing, and playing ultimate frisbee go, so i’m not having the best of times in those areas.
my perspective, though, is sometimes realigned when i think of those who were never able to run at all, or those confined to a chair for the remainder of their lives. i really don’t have much room to complain.
virtual songs on spin: random shuffle of my 7.8GB cd-turned-mp3 collection. played end-to-end, it would take 5 days, 18 hours, 46 minutes, and 20 seconds to hear them all. i love music.
