It's All Sunshine

Relaxing all cool to some Minnesotan rap (Atmosphere, of course) after a long and unproductive day. Still a little unclear on the difference between rap and hip-hop, by-the-by.

So much homework to do tomorrow. But that's tomorrow.

Anyways, my day started around noon. The Frisbee Social Plus last night had wiped us all out. After brunch, I sat around for hours and hours, watching entertaining things with Jonas.

Dinner annoyed me, if only because it took an hour to figure out where and what I was eating and all of the delay was my fault entirely.

We ended up getting some cheap pizzas and watching Andy Richter Controls The Universe while we ate. I recall being borderline offensive when I meant only to be facetious.

Lost in Translation, which I'd spent the week downloading (only to find out, this afternoon, that The Cheerful Cynic has a copy) was the night's main entertainment. I recall looking stupid when I meant only to be facetious.

Reactions to the movie were mixed. Freshman Matt, he of the goatiest goatee and the Cursed Coat of Shoplifting +1, didn't really appreciate it.

At the other extreme, Our Bold Hero really liked the movie: it wasn't better than the equally low-key Punch-Drunk Love, but it was darn good. So sad, but rarely melodramatic.

There was a brief intermission. We watched some more stuff off of Ben's laptop. People drifted in and out.

Blazing Saddles was our unplanned second movie: Sockless Pete retrieved it from his room for us.

I'm not a big fan of Mel Brooks, I've decided. The movie was funny. But I knew that, I didn't feel that.

Blazing Saddles, since it's a convenient target, is the official cause of my general peevishness tonight.

I got really moody, complete with all the usual signs: fidgeting, hypersensitivity to semantics, and other even more obvious and hopefully less-nerdy clues. At least, to me, but then again all-encompassing annoyance is old hat for Our Bold Hero.

So now I'm cooling down, thanks in large part to a chai milkshake and instant messaging technology. The nastier aspects of my (let's use an ugly phrase) anal personality pop up every now and then, seemingly at random.

And now, it fades. Alles wird gut, and all that.