When I first saw this movie in the theatre, I laughed a lot. When I finally watched it again, after I bought it, I still laughed. I knew the jokes were coming, but it was still funny. :)
"I give you my crown."
"But it's your crown!"
"It's ok. I have a bigger one!"
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Jumanji
After having seen Zathura, I wondered if it was even worth watching this one. However, I did settle back and watch it. It wasn't all that bad, but like The Polar Express, it's not my favorite. It was just odd enough to keep my attention, and at the same time, I kept wondering to myself, "Why is it do hard to keep the game going? Fine, outrun the lion. But come on..."
The Polar Express
Tom Hanks voices the role of a train conductor in a relatively charming kids flick. It's about a boy who is close to losing his faith in Santa Claus, but on the very night that he is questioning his belief for the last time, he is awakened by a midnight train to the North Pole. Of course, he boards it, and the story tells the methods used by everyone he comes into contact with to jog his belief.
Overall it's a pretty good movie. It was entertaining. I imagine that kids would especially get a kick out of it, as would Father F., the pastor of St. Andrew's Catholic Church. Like I said, it wasn't bad, but it's not my favorite.
Overall it's a pretty good movie. It was entertaining. I imagine that kids would especially get a kick out of it, as would Father F., the pastor of St. Andrew's Catholic Church. Like I said, it wasn't bad, but it's not my favorite.
Monday, May 29, 2006
X-Men III: The Last Stand
Personally speaking, I loved this movie. After seeing it on Sunday, I couldn't decide, but officially now, I like it a lot.
It was very awesome seeing the X-Men act like they do in the comic books: Wolverine with his Adamantium Rage, Beast with his insane agility, and Angel with those massive wings. Seriously, long before I had ever heard of the X-Men, I had wished that I had a pair of wings like that...
I loved the movie overall. I'll have to watch it again to pick up on a lot of stuff, but overall, it was a very good movie, and not a disappointment to either X-Men or X-Men II. At least, not in my humble opinion...
It was very awesome seeing the X-Men act like they do in the comic books: Wolverine with his Adamantium Rage, Beast with his insane agility, and Angel with those massive wings. Seriously, long before I had ever heard of the X-Men, I had wished that I had a pair of wings like that...
I loved the movie overall. I'll have to watch it again to pick up on a lot of stuff, but overall, it was a very good movie, and not a disappointment to either X-Men or X-Men II. At least, not in my humble opinion...
Ken's wedding, and a busy weekend
Well, this weekend was really busy. On Wednesday, I started work at about 6AM, and finished shortly after 1PM. I went to the cleaners, picked up the morning dress, packed the stuff I would need for a long weekend, and went to Front Royal. In Front Royal, Christine and I had another dancing session. She was helping me to get ready for the wedding this weekend...
Bright and early on Thursday, I got up, and got ready to go. After making all of my final preparations, I went to the Chapel Crypt at Christendom, where I waited for Mass. During this time, I burned two CD's for Christine C. and her drive out with Dr. P. Mass was at 11:30AM. After Mass, I dropped off the CD's for Christine at Seton, and headed over to the girl's house. Sarah H. wasn't packed yet, so we loaded up her car while she packed, and then we got on the road by about 1:30PM.
Sarah, Rachel P., and I piled into Sarah's car, and Mike E., Carissa B., Alex S., and Ashley F. piled into Carissa's. The two cars left within five minutes of each other. Our first stop was to pick up some lunch in Winchester. After that, we got on the highway, stopping once for gas.
We got a little separated -- Sarah, Rachel and I took the scenic route; that's the story we're sticking to, anyway. The other car beat us to Youngstown, Ohio by about an hour, but I'll be their drive wasn't as cool. :-P
When we got there, it was overcast with sightings of funnel clouds. Wonderful prequel-to-a-wedding weather, huh? We unloaded our stuff and went to Alaina's house, where everyone was heartily partying. After eating some really good food, a large group of us went for a walk around the neighborhood. By this point, it was dark outside, and sometimes rainy, but while we were walking, it barely sprinkled. We got back to the house, and I got a phone call from Jenny D., who I haven't spoken to in some time. We chatted for a few minutes, and after I got off the phone with her, it was time to head back to the hotel.
The next day being Friday and the day before the wedding, there was the wedding scare. I don't know if this is a tradition at all weddings, but to the best of my knowledge, it isn't, or if it is, it's rarely of this caliber. Father O'K. left Front Royal early on Friday morning, and no one had seen or heard from him since. The party that he was supposed to leave with weren't ready at the appointed time, so he took off without them. I was fairly confident that he was going to show up and everything would be fine, but like everyone else, I also had my doubts. Lots of "what if" scenarios ran through our heads, and we all came up with a number of different options to handle the situation if necessary.
After this, the groomsmen all got together for the groomsmen lunch. There was a large group of us: Ken F. (of course), Peter F. (the best man), Mr. F. (father of the groom), David F., Michael F., Mr. W. (father of the bride), Matt W., Alex S., and Mike E. Lunch was really good, and then Ken gave all the groomsmen their gifts. I did not know that you were supposed to do this. Mike E. got a letter opener from Scandinavia. Talk about nice! Matt W. got miniature sword replicas from the Lord Of The Rings movies. I got a gold pocketwatch. Alex S. got a silver platter and a crystal glass set for his fancier alcohol. All I have to say is, "Wow." Ken knows me pretty well. :-D
We went back to the hotel and chilled for a while, and then drove to the church. Fr. O'K. was there and he was just fine. The run through went over just fine while the choir and the organist practiced. The groomsmen had out own little practice: we practiced coordinating all our actions, so that we would work as one unit. It was hard work!
After all this was said and done, we went to a restaurant and had dinner. After dinner, we all went back to the hotel. I was in a room with Alex and MikeE, and our room was designated the party room. We had a big group of people talking, eating and drinking well into the night.
Saturday morning, I got up at about 7AM to eat, shave, take a shower, and make sure that everything was done with plenty of time to spare before the wedding. (Yes, I'm vain, but it's Ken and Alaina's wedding!) After all this, and everyone was up, dressed and ready to go, complete with watches and pocket squares (thanks, Ken!), we got into our respective vehicles, and headed for the Church. Fr. O'K. and I rode together, and we got to the Church about an hour before the ceremony.
As normal for the groomsmen, we got some pictures taken, and we escorted people to their seats. Some of the bridesmaids got lost coming to the Church -- they were later than intended, but not too late for the wedding. The wedding began fairly promptly, and everything went very well. More photos followed, and then the reception took place.
At the reception, there were a decent number of people who I knew, as well as a lot of family members. The food was excellent, the toast was awesome, and the bride and groom began to mingle. The bridal party took it as their cue to mingle as well. Not too long after this came the cutting of the cake, the first dance, the dance with the parents, and the bridal party's dance. During the first dance, Alaina kept stepping on her long dress, so two bridesmaids attempted to carry it for her, through the dance. Ken and Alaina quickly spun out of their control, and they gave up the cause. However, Peter and I got the bright idea that if we could get the girls to do it again, the two of us would go grab Ken's morning coat tails and "assist" as well. It made a rather humorous picture, which I do hope managed to get snapped before Ken and Alaina started dancing quickly again...
MikeE was the Master of Ceremonies and the DJ. He played Flora's Secret by Enya as the opening dance, What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong for the parent's dance, and With Or Without You by U2 for the bridal party's dance.
The bouquet was tossed (Ashley caught it), and then the general dancing began. MikeE played some waltzes, and I asked for a tango. He put on Hernando's Hideaway which I danced with Christine. I think we both needed a bit of a warmup session, but after we made a couple mistakes, we got the hang of it again...
I tried to dance with most of the girls who I knew or had just met. I still hold to the fact that I'm not that great of a dancer, but I guess I was doing decently well, because I didn't get turned down by anyone...
At about 4:00PM, Alex, Peter and I went to Alaina's car and "decorated" it. By 5:30PM, the party was over. A relatively large group of us went to go see X-Men III: The Last Stand. When that was over, we went to Buffalo Wild Wings, had dinner, and hung out for a while.
On Sunday, we went to Our Lady of the Rosary, a FSSP parish with Father V., whose previous assignment was in Dallas, TX. He hasn't changed since the last time I saw him. After Mass, we said goodbye to Emma Fr., Sarah Fo., and Lizzie B., and then headed out to brunch.
Brunch was at Tara: A Country Inn. It was a very cool place. It looked like it was taken straight out of Gone With The Wind -- a fact that made it cool because of the period, not because of the movie. A number of rooms were appropriately labeled, such as "Scarlet O'Hare' Room", or "Confederacy Hideaway". Mom and Dad, if you were around here, you would have loved the place and the meal. The food was some of the best that I've had.
We left there at about 2:30PM. Sarah and I drove back together. As we approached Breezewood, PA, her car's alternator went out, and the car died shortly thereafter. Ken and Alaina weren't too far behind us, and Peter and Rachel were not too far behind them. Ken and Alaina pulled off and charged up the car's battery, enough to get the car to a service center. We had to leave it there, because they didn't have the parts on hand.
We loaded up Peter's car with our luggage -- by the grace of God it all fit. Peter and Rachel got cozy in the back. The car was now weighed down with four people and their luggage -- it was not too happy, but it was moving.
A couple minutes later, I noticed a funny sound coming from the car -- an odd buzzing sound. Peter told me that Jonathan had attributed it to pistons knocking. Never a good sign, but one that could be dealt with. All of a sudden, the car lost all power, and the engine would not propel the car anymore. I used the momentum that was left to get us off the highway, and came to a complete stop. I tried driving again, and the car was just fine. Once again, by the Grace of God, we go underway.
About ten minutes into the journey, I had forgotten that the car was an automatic, and attempted to use the clutch. The pedal that I hit was most definitely not the clutch, because the car very suddenly slowed down. Twice. Why twice? Well, I thought that I had simply missed the clutch and had accidentally hit the brake the first time around, so I moved my foot over a bit and hit the pedal again. Needless to say, the pedal did not change from a brake pedal to a clutch pedal. I'm such an idiot sometimes...
Aside from that, the drive back was uneventful. We got to Sarah's house where we ordered pizza. After eating, I went back to the college, and returned the vestments and other things that we borrowed for the wedding. I headed over to Dane's to visit for a bit, and got back to the apartment at about 1:30AM.
Today, being Memorial Day, I had it off work. I slept in until about 11AM, got up, took a shower, and unpacked completely. Since then, I've spent most of the day checking my e-mail, and blogging. It's 5:42PM, and I'm going to go to the gym, now. Wish me luck...
Bright and early on Thursday, I got up, and got ready to go. After making all of my final preparations, I went to the Chapel Crypt at Christendom, where I waited for Mass. During this time, I burned two CD's for Christine C. and her drive out with Dr. P. Mass was at 11:30AM. After Mass, I dropped off the CD's for Christine at Seton, and headed over to the girl's house. Sarah H. wasn't packed yet, so we loaded up her car while she packed, and then we got on the road by about 1:30PM.
Sarah, Rachel P., and I piled into Sarah's car, and Mike E., Carissa B., Alex S., and Ashley F. piled into Carissa's. The two cars left within five minutes of each other. Our first stop was to pick up some lunch in Winchester. After that, we got on the highway, stopping once for gas.
We got a little separated -- Sarah, Rachel and I took the scenic route; that's the story we're sticking to, anyway. The other car beat us to Youngstown, Ohio by about an hour, but I'll be their drive wasn't as cool. :-P
When we got there, it was overcast with sightings of funnel clouds. Wonderful prequel-to-a-wedding weather, huh? We unloaded our stuff and went to Alaina's house, where everyone was heartily partying. After eating some really good food, a large group of us went for a walk around the neighborhood. By this point, it was dark outside, and sometimes rainy, but while we were walking, it barely sprinkled. We got back to the house, and I got a phone call from Jenny D., who I haven't spoken to in some time. We chatted for a few minutes, and after I got off the phone with her, it was time to head back to the hotel.
The next day being Friday and the day before the wedding, there was the wedding scare. I don't know if this is a tradition at all weddings, but to the best of my knowledge, it isn't, or if it is, it's rarely of this caliber. Father O'K. left Front Royal early on Friday morning, and no one had seen or heard from him since. The party that he was supposed to leave with weren't ready at the appointed time, so he took off without them. I was fairly confident that he was going to show up and everything would be fine, but like everyone else, I also had my doubts. Lots of "what if" scenarios ran through our heads, and we all came up with a number of different options to handle the situation if necessary.
After this, the groomsmen all got together for the groomsmen lunch. There was a large group of us: Ken F. (of course), Peter F. (the best man), Mr. F. (father of the groom), David F., Michael F., Mr. W. (father of the bride), Matt W., Alex S., and Mike E. Lunch was really good, and then Ken gave all the groomsmen their gifts. I did not know that you were supposed to do this. Mike E. got a letter opener from Scandinavia. Talk about nice! Matt W. got miniature sword replicas from the Lord Of The Rings movies. I got a gold pocketwatch. Alex S. got a silver platter and a crystal glass set for his fancier alcohol. All I have to say is, "Wow." Ken knows me pretty well. :-D
We went back to the hotel and chilled for a while, and then drove to the church. Fr. O'K. was there and he was just fine. The run through went over just fine while the choir and the organist practiced. The groomsmen had out own little practice: we practiced coordinating all our actions, so that we would work as one unit. It was hard work!
After all this was said and done, we went to a restaurant and had dinner. After dinner, we all went back to the hotel. I was in a room with Alex and MikeE, and our room was designated the party room. We had a big group of people talking, eating and drinking well into the night.
Saturday morning, I got up at about 7AM to eat, shave, take a shower, and make sure that everything was done with plenty of time to spare before the wedding. (Yes, I'm vain, but it's Ken and Alaina's wedding!) After all this, and everyone was up, dressed and ready to go, complete with watches and pocket squares (thanks, Ken!), we got into our respective vehicles, and headed for the Church. Fr. O'K. and I rode together, and we got to the Church about an hour before the ceremony.
As normal for the groomsmen, we got some pictures taken, and we escorted people to their seats. Some of the bridesmaids got lost coming to the Church -- they were later than intended, but not too late for the wedding. The wedding began fairly promptly, and everything went very well. More photos followed, and then the reception took place.
At the reception, there were a decent number of people who I knew, as well as a lot of family members. The food was excellent, the toast was awesome, and the bride and groom began to mingle. The bridal party took it as their cue to mingle as well. Not too long after this came the cutting of the cake, the first dance, the dance with the parents, and the bridal party's dance. During the first dance, Alaina kept stepping on her long dress, so two bridesmaids attempted to carry it for her, through the dance. Ken and Alaina quickly spun out of their control, and they gave up the cause. However, Peter and I got the bright idea that if we could get the girls to do it again, the two of us would go grab Ken's morning coat tails and "assist" as well. It made a rather humorous picture, which I do hope managed to get snapped before Ken and Alaina started dancing quickly again...
MikeE was the Master of Ceremonies and the DJ. He played Flora's Secret by Enya as the opening dance, What a Wonderful World by Louis Armstrong for the parent's dance, and With Or Without You by U2 for the bridal party's dance.
The bouquet was tossed (Ashley caught it), and then the general dancing began. MikeE played some waltzes, and I asked for a tango. He put on Hernando's Hideaway which I danced with Christine. I think we both needed a bit of a warmup session, but after we made a couple mistakes, we got the hang of it again...
I tried to dance with most of the girls who I knew or had just met. I still hold to the fact that I'm not that great of a dancer, but I guess I was doing decently well, because I didn't get turned down by anyone...
At about 4:00PM, Alex, Peter and I went to Alaina's car and "decorated" it. By 5:30PM, the party was over. A relatively large group of us went to go see X-Men III: The Last Stand. When that was over, we went to Buffalo Wild Wings, had dinner, and hung out for a while.
On Sunday, we went to Our Lady of the Rosary, a FSSP parish with Father V., whose previous assignment was in Dallas, TX. He hasn't changed since the last time I saw him. After Mass, we said goodbye to Emma Fr., Sarah Fo., and Lizzie B., and then headed out to brunch.
Brunch was at Tara: A Country Inn. It was a very cool place. It looked like it was taken straight out of Gone With The Wind -- a fact that made it cool because of the period, not because of the movie. A number of rooms were appropriately labeled, such as "Scarlet O'Hare' Room", or "Confederacy Hideaway". Mom and Dad, if you were around here, you would have loved the place and the meal. The food was some of the best that I've had.
We left there at about 2:30PM. Sarah and I drove back together. As we approached Breezewood, PA, her car's alternator went out, and the car died shortly thereafter. Ken and Alaina weren't too far behind us, and Peter and Rachel were not too far behind them. Ken and Alaina pulled off and charged up the car's battery, enough to get the car to a service center. We had to leave it there, because they didn't have the parts on hand.
We loaded up Peter's car with our luggage -- by the grace of God it all fit. Peter and Rachel got cozy in the back. The car was now weighed down with four people and their luggage -- it was not too happy, but it was moving.
A couple minutes later, I noticed a funny sound coming from the car -- an odd buzzing sound. Peter told me that Jonathan had attributed it to pistons knocking. Never a good sign, but one that could be dealt with. All of a sudden, the car lost all power, and the engine would not propel the car anymore. I used the momentum that was left to get us off the highway, and came to a complete stop. I tried driving again, and the car was just fine. Once again, by the Grace of God, we go underway.
About ten minutes into the journey, I had forgotten that the car was an automatic, and attempted to use the clutch. The pedal that I hit was most definitely not the clutch, because the car very suddenly slowed down. Twice. Why twice? Well, I thought that I had simply missed the clutch and had accidentally hit the brake the first time around, so I moved my foot over a bit and hit the pedal again. Needless to say, the pedal did not change from a brake pedal to a clutch pedal. I'm such an idiot sometimes...
Aside from that, the drive back was uneventful. We got to Sarah's house where we ordered pizza. After eating, I went back to the college, and returned the vestments and other things that we borrowed for the wedding. I headed over to Dane's to visit for a bit, and got back to the apartment at about 1:30AM.
Today, being Memorial Day, I had it off work. I slept in until about 11AM, got up, took a shower, and unpacked completely. Since then, I've spent most of the day checking my e-mail, and blogging. It's 5:42PM, and I'm going to go to the gym, now. Wish me luck...
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
The party
This weekend was a really busy one, again. I went to Old St. Mary's for Sunday morning Mass. On Sunday was Ken and Peter F.'s combined bachelor party. Alex S., Pat S., Josh K., Eric W., Pat M., Dane W., and Justin L. were all at Ken's house. We had a lot of fun just sitting around and talking while the grill was going. Eric and I got some wood in the forest for a bonfire -- that was fun...
As I left that evening to go home, my car had some problems. It ran like it had no power at all, and about four miles away from Ken's house, it just died. It looked like it just ran out of gas, so after calling Ken to see if we could push my car out of the road, I called Dane and he brought a gas can down. We put some gas into the car, and it started up, but it died very quickly again. Dane, Ken, and I pushed the car to a nearby mechanic, and left it there overnight.
Monday morning, I dropped the key off there, and then spent the day at Ken's house. Work was interesting, because there was one computer between the two of us, so after working for a couple hours, I went outside and mowed the yard.
On Tuesday morning, I went to the mechanic shop. They said that they couldn't find a problem with the car. The car fired right up, normal as anything. The Holy Souls were watching out for me on that one. I picked the car up, filled it up with gas, put some fuel line cleaner in it, just to be sure, checked the other fluids, and then went to work.
I love the Holy Souls. I highly recommend praying for them, because they'll return your generosity many times over...
As I left that evening to go home, my car had some problems. It ran like it had no power at all, and about four miles away from Ken's house, it just died. It looked like it just ran out of gas, so after calling Ken to see if we could push my car out of the road, I called Dane and he brought a gas can down. We put some gas into the car, and it started up, but it died very quickly again. Dane, Ken, and I pushed the car to a nearby mechanic, and left it there overnight.
Monday morning, I dropped the key off there, and then spent the day at Ken's house. Work was interesting, because there was one computer between the two of us, so after working for a couple hours, I went outside and mowed the yard.
On Tuesday morning, I went to the mechanic shop. They said that they couldn't find a problem with the car. The car fired right up, normal as anything. The Holy Souls were watching out for me on that one. I picked the car up, filled it up with gas, put some fuel line cleaner in it, just to be sure, checked the other fluids, and then went to work.
I love the Holy Souls. I highly recommend praying for them, because they'll return your generosity many times over...
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Charlie Daniels on Mexicans
I got this e-mail today. I thought I'd post it instead. Feel free to copy and paste it if you want to forward it around.
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What we need is another 500 Charlie Daniels serving in Congress.
By Charlie Daniels
www.charliedaniels.com
Mexican Standoff
I don't know how everybody else feels about it, but to me I think Hispanic people in this country, legally or illegally, made a huge public relations mistake with their recent demonstrations.
I don't blame anybody in the world for wanting to come to the United States of America, as it is a truly wonderful place. But when the first thing you do when you set foot on American soil is illegal it is flat out wrong and I don't care how many lala land left heads come out of the woodwork and start trying to give me sensitivity lessons.
I don't need sensitivity lessons, in fact, I don't have anything against Mexicans, I just have something against criminals and anybody who comes into this country illegally is a criminal and if you don't believe it try coming into America from a foreign country without a passport and see how far you get.
What disturbs me about the demonstrations is that it's tantamount to saying, "I am going to come into your country even if it means breaking your laws and there's nothing you can do about it."
It's an "in your face" action and speaking just for me I don't like it one little bit and if there were a half dozen pairs of gonads in Washington bigger than English peas it wouldn't be happening.
Where are you, you bunch of lily-livered, panty-waist, forked-tongued, sorry excuses for defenders of The Constitution? Have you been drinking the water out of the Potomac again?
And even if you pass a bill on immigration it will probably be so pork laden and watered down that it won't mean anything anyway. Besides, what good is another law going to do when you won't enforce the ones on the books now?
And what ever happened to the polls guys? I thought you folks were the quintessential finger wetters. Well you sure ain't paying any attention to the polls this time because somewhere around eighty percent of Americans want something done about this mess, and mess it is and getting bigger everyday.
This is no longer a problem, it is a dilemma and headed for being a tragedy. Do you honestly think that what happened in France with the Muslims can't happen here when the businesses who hire these people finally run out of jobs and a few million disillusioned Hispanics take to the streets?
If you, Mr. President, Congressmen and Senators, knuckle under on this and refuse to do something meaningful it means that you care nothing for the kind of country your children and grandchildren will inherit.
But I guess that doesn't matter as long as you get re-elected.
Shame on you.
One of the big problems in America today is that if you have the nerve to say anything derogatory about any group of people (except Christians) you are going to be screamed at by the media and called a racist, a bigot and anything else they can think of to call you.
Well I've been pounded by the media before and I'm still rockin' and rollin' and when it comes to speaking the truth I fear not. And the truth is that the gutless, gonadless, milksop politicians are just about to sell out the United States of America because they don't have the intestinal fortitude to stand up to the face reality.
And reality is that we would never allow any other group of people to have 12 million illegals in this country and turn around and say, "Oh it's ok, ya'll can stay here if you'll just allow us to slap your wrist."
And I know that some of you who read this column are saying "Well what's wrong with that?"
I'll tell you what's wrong with it. These people could be from Mars as far as we know. We don't know who they are, where they are or what they're up to and the way the Congress is going we're not going to.
Does this make sense? Labor force you say? We already subsidize corporate agriculture as it is, must we subsidize their labor as well?
If these people were from Haiti would we be so fast to turn a blind eye to them or if they were from Somalia or Afghanistan? I think not.
All the media shows us are pictures of hard working Hispanics who have crossed the border just to try to better their life. They don't show you pictures of the Feds rounding up members of MS 13, the violent gang who came across the same way the decent folks did. They don't tell you about the living conditions of the Mexican illegals some fat cat hired to pick his crop.
I want to make two predictions. No. 1: This situation is going to grow and fester until it erupts in violence on our streets while the wimps in Washington drag their toes in the dirt and try to figure how many tons of political hay they can make to the acre.
No 2: Somebody is going to cross that border with some kind of weapon of mass destruction and set it off in a major American city after which there will be a backlash such as this country has never experienced and the Capitol building in Washington will probably tilt as Congressmen and Senators rush to the other side of the issue.
I don't know about you but I would love to see just one major politician stand up and say, "I don't care who I make mad and I don't care how many votes I lose, this is a desperate situation and I'm going to lead the fight to get it straightened out."
I don't blame anybody for wanting to come to America, but if you don't respect our immigration laws why should you respect any others.
And by the way, this is America and our flag has stars and stripes. Please get that other one out of my face.
Pray for our troops.
What do you think?
"God Bless America Again"
Charlie Daniels
April 10, 2006
May God Bless Each and Everyone
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What we need is another 500 Charlie Daniels serving in Congress.
By Charlie Daniels
www.charliedaniels.com
Mexican Standoff
I don't know how everybody else feels about it, but to me I think Hispanic people in this country, legally or illegally, made a huge public relations mistake with their recent demonstrations.
I don't blame anybody in the world for wanting to come to the United States of America, as it is a truly wonderful place. But when the first thing you do when you set foot on American soil is illegal it is flat out wrong and I don't care how many lala land left heads come out of the woodwork and start trying to give me sensitivity lessons.
I don't need sensitivity lessons, in fact, I don't have anything against Mexicans, I just have something against criminals and anybody who comes into this country illegally is a criminal and if you don't believe it try coming into America from a foreign country without a passport and see how far you get.
What disturbs me about the demonstrations is that it's tantamount to saying, "I am going to come into your country even if it means breaking your laws and there's nothing you can do about it."
It's an "in your face" action and speaking just for me I don't like it one little bit and if there were a half dozen pairs of gonads in Washington bigger than English peas it wouldn't be happening.
Where are you, you bunch of lily-livered, panty-waist, forked-tongued, sorry excuses for defenders of The Constitution? Have you been drinking the water out of the Potomac again?
And even if you pass a bill on immigration it will probably be so pork laden and watered down that it won't mean anything anyway. Besides, what good is another law going to do when you won't enforce the ones on the books now?
And what ever happened to the polls guys? I thought you folks were the quintessential finger wetters. Well you sure ain't paying any attention to the polls this time because somewhere around eighty percent of Americans want something done about this mess, and mess it is and getting bigger everyday.
This is no longer a problem, it is a dilemma and headed for being a tragedy. Do you honestly think that what happened in France with the Muslims can't happen here when the businesses who hire these people finally run out of jobs and a few million disillusioned Hispanics take to the streets?
If you, Mr. President, Congressmen and Senators, knuckle under on this and refuse to do something meaningful it means that you care nothing for the kind of country your children and grandchildren will inherit.
But I guess that doesn't matter as long as you get re-elected.
Shame on you.
One of the big problems in America today is that if you have the nerve to say anything derogatory about any group of people (except Christians) you are going to be screamed at by the media and called a racist, a bigot and anything else they can think of to call you.
Well I've been pounded by the media before and I'm still rockin' and rollin' and when it comes to speaking the truth I fear not. And the truth is that the gutless, gonadless, milksop politicians are just about to sell out the United States of America because they don't have the intestinal fortitude to stand up to the face reality.
And reality is that we would never allow any other group of people to have 12 million illegals in this country and turn around and say, "Oh it's ok, ya'll can stay here if you'll just allow us to slap your wrist."
And I know that some of you who read this column are saying "Well what's wrong with that?"
I'll tell you what's wrong with it. These people could be from Mars as far as we know. We don't know who they are, where they are or what they're up to and the way the Congress is going we're not going to.
Does this make sense? Labor force you say? We already subsidize corporate agriculture as it is, must we subsidize their labor as well?
If these people were from Haiti would we be so fast to turn a blind eye to them or if they were from Somalia or Afghanistan? I think not.
All the media shows us are pictures of hard working Hispanics who have crossed the border just to try to better their life. They don't show you pictures of the Feds rounding up members of MS 13, the violent gang who came across the same way the decent folks did. They don't tell you about the living conditions of the Mexican illegals some fat cat hired to pick his crop.
I want to make two predictions. No. 1: This situation is going to grow and fester until it erupts in violence on our streets while the wimps in Washington drag their toes in the dirt and try to figure how many tons of political hay they can make to the acre.
No 2: Somebody is going to cross that border with some kind of weapon of mass destruction and set it off in a major American city after which there will be a backlash such as this country has never experienced and the Capitol building in Washington will probably tilt as Congressmen and Senators rush to the other side of the issue.
I don't know about you but I would love to see just one major politician stand up and say, "I don't care who I make mad and I don't care how many votes I lose, this is a desperate situation and I'm going to lead the fight to get it straightened out."
I don't blame anybody for wanting to come to America, but if you don't respect our immigration laws why should you respect any others.
And by the way, this is America and our flag has stars and stripes. Please get that other one out of my face.
Pray for our troops.
What do you think?
"God Bless America Again"
Charlie Daniels
April 10, 2006
May God Bless Each and Everyone
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Mission: Impossible III
I saw M:I-3 with Sarah H. last night. It was a fairly good movie. Tom Cruise was actually fairly good in this movie. Ever since I heard that he was a Scientologist, my opinion of him has fallen dramatically. That aside...
I liked the movie quite a bit. It kept me guessing, which isn't really hard to do, all things considered. Good times, and the suspense was awesome. I won't go into details for those of you who don't want me to ruin anything for them...
I liked the movie quite a bit. It kept me guessing, which isn't really hard to do, all things considered. Good times, and the suspense was awesome. I won't go into details for those of you who don't want me to ruin anything for them...
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
King Kong, 1976
In stark contrast, this movie goofed around with the story line. It's a fun movie still, but it's not the original. In fact, it's almost funny at how different it is from the original...
Monday, May 15, 2006
King Kong, 1933
This was a really good movie. Considering the time and what we know about dinosaurs now vs. what we knew then, I'd say it was a remarkable movie for its time, and is even a remarkable movie now. It was really well done.
"Ladies and gentlemen...
"...I give you the graduating class of 2006." --Dr. Stephen Snyder
Well, this past weekend was very busy. I went to Christendom for the graduation ceremony. I consider a great number of people in that class as being very good friends of mine, so I was definitely sad to see that class graduate, but at the same time, I'm glad to see such an amazing class come out of Christendom still swinging, and ready to take on the world.
To begin with, on Friday, I came into work early. I got there about 5:30AM, and worked until just after noon. At that point, I headed over to the laundromat to pick up my stuff. I turned in my suits, my sport coat, two ties, my overcoat, my tuxedos, and my vests to be cleaned. They could use it -- it's been a while for them.
I called John E. on the way back to the apartment to see if he needed help setting up for the Baccalaureate Mass. When I got back tot he apartment, I unloaded the stuff I didn't need, and then repacked quickly and headed out. I made it to Front Royal by about 3:00PM. I called John again, to see how he was doing and then met up with him in the crypt. The poor man had been working on getting this Mass set up by himself since that morning. I felt particularly bad when I heard this, because I had originally planned to take Friday off to help him, but I thought for sure that he would have backup, considering how many sacristans there are. I did a little bit to help him set up for Mass, but 95% of it was already done.
Choir practice started, and then the seniors came into the crypt to get their robes on. After choir practice, I changed into my suit, and went upstairs to the chapel to prepare for Mass.
Cardinal Pell from Australia was the primary celebrant of the Holy Sacrifice, with Father Heisler, Father O'Keilty, and the new pastor at St. John's in town. I can't remember his name (sound familiar?) but it'll come to me at some point...
After Mass, Paul E., Michael C. and I helped John clean up the chapel. It didn't take long, and then we joined the celebration outside. I congratulated a few people, spoke to a couple professors (Dr. Trey S. and Dr. William H. M.), and then went inside for dinner. Paul and I sat with John at this table, and along with us was Breanna H. and her parents. The professor at the table was none other than our dear Dr. Kurt P., whom I sat with at my graduation dinner last year. The poor man just can't escape me -- I don't mean to be such a curse...
In any event, after dinner was the senior slideshow; it was really well done. It was very cool seeing the class progress from freshman to senior class, seeing faces that I remembered from my sophomore year, most of whom came back, a few who did not, and a few of those who did not who I have not seen since... :(
When that was over, I had to excuse myself -- I needed to go to Christine's house for a dancing lesson. I am trying to learn how to dance for Ken's wedding -- I don't want to be the only groomsman who can't dance. Over at her house, we practiced tango, waltz, and the Viennese waltz, although the last is a lot more difficult than it looks. I'll need to practice quite a bit for that one. We called it quits at about midnight, and I went to the college and crashed in John E.'s room.
The next day was the day of the graduation ceremony. Robert Q. was in town, and the two of us went to breakfast after the early Mass. At the ceremony itself, held in the gym, the usual honorable degree was conferred upon the speaker (Cardinal Pell), and the ceremony was pretty much the same thing as usual. The graduating class consisted of 75 people, not the largest in history, but one of the best anyway.
After this, at the reception, I met up with Lizzie and Emma, and Emma gave me back my CD's and my Denzinger. Now that the semester was over and they were moving out, they wanted to get those back to me before they left for the summer...
While I was chatting with them, Jenne L. came up to me and asked me if I wouldn't mind being an extra in her movie. I said sure, so I put on a large cape and held a sword, as she filmed two girls and me running through a forest, pretending to hunt deer. It was over in about 10 minutes.
After that, I went to Christine/Carissa/Sarah's, where they were having a small party. I stayed for a couple hours, and then went to the dance at Christendom. I wasn't able to use a lot of my re-learned dancing skillz to that music, but, hey, you do what you can. I finally crashed about 11:30PM.
On Sunday, Cardinal Pell said the morning Mass, so, naturally, I stuck around for that. After Mass, goodbyes were said, I found Robert Q., and we headed out to D.C. He needed to catch a bus back to his house, and I needed to get to Old St. Mary's for the High Mass.
After the High Mass, I met up with Kelly P. We had arranged earlier that I was going to drive her to BWI (Baltimore/Washington International Airport). I had to hurry to get her there on time, but it wasn't too bad. in most cases, I making really good time just matching the flow of traffic.
After this, I went back to the apartment. I fired up King Kong (1933), and afterwards, called it a night...
Well, this past weekend was very busy. I went to Christendom for the graduation ceremony. I consider a great number of people in that class as being very good friends of mine, so I was definitely sad to see that class graduate, but at the same time, I'm glad to see such an amazing class come out of Christendom still swinging, and ready to take on the world.
To begin with, on Friday, I came into work early. I got there about 5:30AM, and worked until just after noon. At that point, I headed over to the laundromat to pick up my stuff. I turned in my suits, my sport coat, two ties, my overcoat, my tuxedos, and my vests to be cleaned. They could use it -- it's been a while for them.
I called John E. on the way back to the apartment to see if he needed help setting up for the Baccalaureate Mass. When I got back tot he apartment, I unloaded the stuff I didn't need, and then repacked quickly and headed out. I made it to Front Royal by about 3:00PM. I called John again, to see how he was doing and then met up with him in the crypt. The poor man had been working on getting this Mass set up by himself since that morning. I felt particularly bad when I heard this, because I had originally planned to take Friday off to help him, but I thought for sure that he would have backup, considering how many sacristans there are. I did a little bit to help him set up for Mass, but 95% of it was already done.
Choir practice started, and then the seniors came into the crypt to get their robes on. After choir practice, I changed into my suit, and went upstairs to the chapel to prepare for Mass.
Cardinal Pell from Australia was the primary celebrant of the Holy Sacrifice, with Father Heisler, Father O'Keilty, and the new pastor at St. John's in town. I can't remember his name (sound familiar?) but it'll come to me at some point...
After Mass, Paul E., Michael C. and I helped John clean up the chapel. It didn't take long, and then we joined the celebration outside. I congratulated a few people, spoke to a couple professors (Dr. Trey S. and Dr. William H. M.), and then went inside for dinner. Paul and I sat with John at this table, and along with us was Breanna H. and her parents. The professor at the table was none other than our dear Dr. Kurt P., whom I sat with at my graduation dinner last year. The poor man just can't escape me -- I don't mean to be such a curse...
In any event, after dinner was the senior slideshow; it was really well done. It was very cool seeing the class progress from freshman to senior class, seeing faces that I remembered from my sophomore year, most of whom came back, a few who did not, and a few of those who did not who I have not seen since... :(
When that was over, I had to excuse myself -- I needed to go to Christine's house for a dancing lesson. I am trying to learn how to dance for Ken's wedding -- I don't want to be the only groomsman who can't dance. Over at her house, we practiced tango, waltz, and the Viennese waltz, although the last is a lot more difficult than it looks. I'll need to practice quite a bit for that one. We called it quits at about midnight, and I went to the college and crashed in John E.'s room.
The next day was the day of the graduation ceremony. Robert Q. was in town, and the two of us went to breakfast after the early Mass. At the ceremony itself, held in the gym, the usual honorable degree was conferred upon the speaker (Cardinal Pell), and the ceremony was pretty much the same thing as usual. The graduating class consisted of 75 people, not the largest in history, but one of the best anyway.
After this, at the reception, I met up with Lizzie and Emma, and Emma gave me back my CD's and my Denzinger. Now that the semester was over and they were moving out, they wanted to get those back to me before they left for the summer...
While I was chatting with them, Jenne L. came up to me and asked me if I wouldn't mind being an extra in her movie. I said sure, so I put on a large cape and held a sword, as she filmed two girls and me running through a forest, pretending to hunt deer. It was over in about 10 minutes.
After that, I went to Christine/Carissa/Sarah's, where they were having a small party. I stayed for a couple hours, and then went to the dance at Christendom. I wasn't able to use a lot of my re-learned dancing skillz to that music, but, hey, you do what you can. I finally crashed about 11:30PM.
On Sunday, Cardinal Pell said the morning Mass, so, naturally, I stuck around for that. After Mass, goodbyes were said, I found Robert Q., and we headed out to D.C. He needed to catch a bus back to his house, and I needed to get to Old St. Mary's for the High Mass.
After the High Mass, I met up with Kelly P. We had arranged earlier that I was going to drive her to BWI (Baltimore/Washington International Airport). I had to hurry to get her there on time, but it wasn't too bad. in most cases, I making really good time just matching the flow of traffic.
After this, I went back to the apartment. I fired up King Kong (1933), and afterwards, called it a night...
Saturday, May 06, 2006
United Airlines Flight 93
I saw United Airlines Flight 93 with Mike E., Carissa B., and Sarah H. last night. It was really good. From the moment that the terrorists started discussing taking over the plane, I started tensing up. When the bomb was exposed, I clenched my fists. When the passengers finally took the plane back, I wasn't just tense -- I was running on pure adrenaline. Every muscle in my body was ready to go. I finally calmed down when the credits went rolling by. It was rather nerve wracking.
Eric W. and James B. came out a few minutes later. They had gone to see Mission: Impossible, III. After this, we went to Chili's and had something to eat. Craziness settled in, and it was time to leave...
Eric W. and James B. came out a few minutes later. They had gone to see Mission: Impossible, III. After this, we went to Chili's and had something to eat. Craziness settled in, and it was time to leave...
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Take the Lead
Today, Sarah H., Christine C., and I got together to watch Take the Lead, starring Antonio Banderas. It was actually quite a good movie. It addressed a number of things in a pretty good way. I particularly liked the issue of common courtesy...
Anyway, I'm sure that we would have had a bigger crowd going, but Mike E. and Carissa B. went out tonight (on a date! Ssh!), so it was just the three of us.
Anyway, I'm sure that we would have had a bigger crowd going, but Mike E. and Carissa B. went out tonight (on a date! Ssh!), so it was just the three of us.
Monday, May 01, 2006
Yet another busy weekend
Friday, I flew back home. The trip back was uneventful. I had plenty of time in the DFW airport to continue reading the Hunchback of Notre Dame. I was at the beginning of book III (of X) when I first began in DFW. I was all the way up to book VII when the plane landed in Baltimore.
After landing, Nathan S. picked me up in the diesel 4x4 off-road truck. It's such a sweet redneck truck. It has the dual exhaust pipes sticking up out of the bed of the truck, the mud tires and the raised suspension. It's was quite a contrast to all the Lincolns, the minivans, and the city SUV's that were everywhere in BWI.
He drove me to his house, where Alex S. was waiting to take me to work. When we arrived at work, I put my luggage in my car, went inside and visited for a bit. After checking my e-mail, I went back to the apartment, unpacked stuff, packed other stuff for the weekend, and went to Front Royal.
On Saturday, bright and early after the morning Mass, I ordered two corsages. I heard that neither Emma nor Lizzie had been asked to formal -- a thing which I find quite curious, but anyway...
Choir practice went well, as usual. Now that Lent is over, we can't sing the awesome motets anymore, but Dr. P. is teaching the choir some new music. My problem is that the Regina Coeli that he's teaching them is a slightly different version than the one I learned. I have to watch the music very carefully, otherwise, I will just revert back into the other one...
Now, I heard through the grapevine that Alaina W. was coming down. Playing all sweet and innocent, I contacted some people to see if I could get any details, but I couldn't get much solid information. I finally ... um ... intuited where and when it was going to be, and I was right...
{insert evil grins and giggles}
{hops over the line}
Well, to make matters worse, I showed up there...
{gleefully frolics}
...with presents. I had gotten Alaina three nightgowns, and a massage kit. The first nightgown was a secondary nightgown. It was a stiny-silky-thing, green, two-pieces. It looked nice. That one was for just being comfortable.
The second one standard, green, cotton nightie, little things (maybe flowers?) all over it. It was a single piece, sleeveless. I also put a mud mask in there. That was for the night that she would be mad at Ken F. She could scare him away with all that...
The third one, oh, ho, ho!!! That one was a low-cut, much smaller, red nightgown, for the nights that she's not mad at Ken.
And the final present was a much more practical one: a massage oil and lotion kit. I guess it was fairly normal in comparison with the rest. Needless to say, I was the only male there. Also, needless to say, I didn't stick around long. Also, needless to say, some of the young ladies present turned the same color as Alaina's third present. :-D
I joined John E.'s picnic with Breanna H., Lizzie B., Emma F., Paul E., and Andy B. This was their formal dinner. It was very simple. We all just sat outside. Before dinner, we played cards and socialized. Dinner was chicken, devilled eggs, and other picnicky goodness. After dinner was an impromptu water gun fight. Fortunately, John had warned me beforehand that he had picked up a couple guns, so I went to K-Mart and picked up a couple as well.
One thing that I remembered from the last time I got into a water-gun fight, my hair holds water remarkably well. After I got squirted several times, I just ran after one of my opponents and shook my head at them. It was probably more effective than the water guns... :)
After all this, John, Breanna, Paul and I went to Augustine's and played cards for a little bit. After a couple games, we split up to get cleaned up and ready for formal. I brought my tux, so I looked spiffier than ever, but, of course, John looked better in his white tux. I guess I'm just not a tux person...
We got slightly lost on the way to formal. We were in the general vicinity, so it didn't take that long to get it all straightened out.
At formal, one of the freshman brougth in the wallflower. I gave chase. {puffs up in pride} It took four of them to slow me down. {exhales} Unfortunately, in the process, my gloves got some minor holes, so that's $5 out the window -- and no wallflower. Darn freshmen...
On Sunday, I sang in the choir, as usual, and then had brunch. I wanted to get a group together and play ultimate frisbee (or otherwise get some exercise), so when brunch came around, I asked a few people if they wanted to play. They said they would, so we planned for 3:30PM.
Since I had time to kill, I went to library, and continued reading Hunchback of Notre Dame. I read all of Book VII, and then it was almost time to go to the gym to meet up with everyone.
I went to the gym a bit early and worked out for a bit. I wanted to stretch and get some exercise before playing. I'd hate to start running without warming up. With my luck (and my advanced age -- old enough to be your -- yes, your -- Dad!), I'd probably pull something...
I hunted around for a frisbee, but I couldn't find any. We played soccer instead. Well, as well as you can play with five people.
At about 4:30, I went to the store and picked up some stuff for Carissa's birthday party, and then drove to the girls' house. We all contributed in some way to the party: Mike E. put the grill together, Alex S. and Sarah H. cooked the steaks, and I laid on my stomach and got a back massage. It felt pretty darn good. I'm usually the one giving them...
At about 7:00, I went to join a small dinner at Padre Pio with Lizzie, Emma, Kyle M., John, Sarah F., Laurel M., Michael C., Sylvia S., and another girl. I've heard her name many times, I've said it a few times, and I've even done stuff in groups before with her, and I can't remember her name. Darn memory... Anyway. It was a good time. I showed up just in time for dessert, but I needed to drive back home pretty soon, and dessert would not promote staying awake for the drive back, so I had to decline.
I went to the new coffee shop on campus. After figuring out how to work the door and how to open it, and looking like a complete idiot because it's the easiest thing in the world, I get a fruit smoothie and went back home. I finished unpacking before I went to bed...
After landing, Nathan S. picked me up in the diesel 4x4 off-road truck. It's such a sweet redneck truck. It has the dual exhaust pipes sticking up out of the bed of the truck, the mud tires and the raised suspension. It's was quite a contrast to all the Lincolns, the minivans, and the city SUV's that were everywhere in BWI.
He drove me to his house, where Alex S. was waiting to take me to work. When we arrived at work, I put my luggage in my car, went inside and visited for a bit. After checking my e-mail, I went back to the apartment, unpacked stuff, packed other stuff for the weekend, and went to Front Royal.
On Saturday, bright and early after the morning Mass, I ordered two corsages. I heard that neither Emma nor Lizzie had been asked to formal -- a thing which I find quite curious, but anyway...
Choir practice went well, as usual. Now that Lent is over, we can't sing the awesome motets anymore, but Dr. P. is teaching the choir some new music. My problem is that the Regina Coeli that he's teaching them is a slightly different version than the one I learned. I have to watch the music very carefully, otherwise, I will just revert back into the other one...
Now, I heard through the grapevine that Alaina W. was coming down. Playing all sweet and innocent, I contacted some people to see if I could get any details, but I couldn't get much solid information. I finally ... um ... intuited where and when it was going to be, and I was right...
{insert evil grins and giggles}
{hops over the line}
Well, to make matters worse, I showed up there...
{gleefully frolics}
...with presents. I had gotten Alaina three nightgowns, and a massage kit. The first nightgown was a secondary nightgown. It was a stiny-silky-thing, green, two-pieces. It looked nice. That one was for just being comfortable.
The second one standard, green, cotton nightie, little things (maybe flowers?) all over it. It was a single piece, sleeveless. I also put a mud mask in there. That was for the night that she would be mad at Ken F. She could scare him away with all that...
The third one, oh, ho, ho!!! That one was a low-cut, much smaller, red nightgown, for the nights that she's not mad at Ken.
And the final present was a much more practical one: a massage oil and lotion kit. I guess it was fairly normal in comparison with the rest. Needless to say, I was the only male there. Also, needless to say, I didn't stick around long. Also, needless to say, some of the young ladies present turned the same color as Alaina's third present. :-D
I joined John E.'s picnic with Breanna H., Lizzie B., Emma F., Paul E., and Andy B. This was their formal dinner. It was very simple. We all just sat outside. Before dinner, we played cards and socialized. Dinner was chicken, devilled eggs, and other picnicky goodness. After dinner was an impromptu water gun fight. Fortunately, John had warned me beforehand that he had picked up a couple guns, so I went to K-Mart and picked up a couple as well.
One thing that I remembered from the last time I got into a water-gun fight, my hair holds water remarkably well. After I got squirted several times, I just ran after one of my opponents and shook my head at them. It was probably more effective than the water guns... :)
After all this, John, Breanna, Paul and I went to Augustine's and played cards for a little bit. After a couple games, we split up to get cleaned up and ready for formal. I brought my tux, so I looked spiffier than ever, but, of course, John looked better in his white tux. I guess I'm just not a tux person...
We got slightly lost on the way to formal. We were in the general vicinity, so it didn't take that long to get it all straightened out.
At formal, one of the freshman brougth in the wallflower. I gave chase. {puffs up in pride} It took four of them to slow me down. {exhales} Unfortunately, in the process, my gloves got some minor holes, so that's $5 out the window -- and no wallflower. Darn freshmen...
On Sunday, I sang in the choir, as usual, and then had brunch. I wanted to get a group together and play ultimate frisbee (or otherwise get some exercise), so when brunch came around, I asked a few people if they wanted to play. They said they would, so we planned for 3:30PM.
Since I had time to kill, I went to library, and continued reading Hunchback of Notre Dame. I read all of Book VII, and then it was almost time to go to the gym to meet up with everyone.
I went to the gym a bit early and worked out for a bit. I wanted to stretch and get some exercise before playing. I'd hate to start running without warming up. With my luck (and my advanced age -- old enough to be your -- yes, your -- Dad!), I'd probably pull something...
I hunted around for a frisbee, but I couldn't find any. We played soccer instead. Well, as well as you can play with five people.
At about 4:30, I went to the store and picked up some stuff for Carissa's birthday party, and then drove to the girls' house. We all contributed in some way to the party: Mike E. put the grill together, Alex S. and Sarah H. cooked the steaks, and I laid on my stomach and got a back massage. It felt pretty darn good. I'm usually the one giving them...
At about 7:00, I went to join a small dinner at Padre Pio with Lizzie, Emma, Kyle M., John, Sarah F., Laurel M., Michael C., Sylvia S., and another girl. I've heard her name many times, I've said it a few times, and I've even done stuff in groups before with her, and I can't remember her name. Darn memory... Anyway. It was a good time. I showed up just in time for dessert, but I needed to drive back home pretty soon, and dessert would not promote staying awake for the drive back, so I had to decline.
I went to the new coffee shop on campus. After figuring out how to work the door and how to open it, and looking like a complete idiot because it's the easiest thing in the world, I get a fruit smoothie and went back home. I finished unpacking before I went to bed...
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