Thursday, December 21, 2006

I have been trying to keep up with my movie watching lately. I've seen three movies in theatres and a few rented. By "a few" I mean tons and tons of rented movies. In theatres, I've seen Deja Vu, The Holiday, and Eragon. All pretty good, but I've realized something about myself. I really like to talk during movies. But only during movies that take themselves so seriously. I loved The Holiday and only talked a few times, about the music, John Krasinski, etc. But when we saw Eragon (which was good, don't get me wrong) I couldn't keep my mouth shut. All of the serious glances and dragons and fiery people had me laughing when I should have been serious. What is it about serious movies that make me want to make fun of them? I like to boil it down to lack of originality--in the movie I mean ;-)

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

My friends and I have recently bought $8 skateboards from Academy. We now realize that this was not the smartest decision. Apparently, Becky and Rachel's skateboards are both cracked (only slightly... don't get too excited). Whether or not we have bad skateboards should not be our excuse for our lack of talent in this area. We're not absolutely terrible--meaning we haven't fallen too hard--but we're also not very good. Here are a few of my highlights--picture this: Me, laying on my back on the ground with my skateboard in the bushes. How did I get there? That's a good question. All I remember is that I got on my skateboard and it suddenly decided it didn't want me there anymore so it ran away. Apparently the bushes looked more inviting. Next day, we were getting a little better on the boards and we started to get a little overly confident. I decide to ride all the way down the hill until I hit the uneven curve. My skateboard stopped and I experienced the wonderful texture of gravel.

Needless to say, there are many more stories, some that don't even involve me, but these are my first two and they have sentimental value so I thought I'd share. We're much better now--still some accidents--but we manage to stay on the boards for much longer.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Finals Week is HERE!!! It's not as stressful as I thought it would be. The only slight change is that The Bean is crowded with people with books. That's not a sight you see very often.

Friday, December 08, 2006


Happy Birthday to Crista, my beautiful roommate!

Thursday, December 07, 2006

Christmas Song
by The Dave Matthews Band

She was his girl, he was her boyfriend
She'd be his wife, and make him her husband
A surprise on the way any day any day
One healthy little giggling, dribbling baby boy
The wisemen came, three made their way
To shower him with love as he lay in the hay

Shower him with love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around.

Not very much of his childhood was known
Kept his mother Mary worried always out on his own
He met another Mary, who for a reasonable fee,
Less than reputable was known to be

His heart was full of love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around.

When Jesus Christ was nailed to his tree
Said oh Daddy-O, I can see how it all soon will be
I came to shed a little light on this darkening scene
Instead I fear I've spilled the blood my children all around
The blood of my children all around
The blood of my childrens all around

So I'm told, so the story goes
The people he knew were less than golden-hearted
Gamblers and robbers,
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers
Like you and me, like you and me
Rumors insisted that he soon would be
For his deviations taken into custody
By the authorities, less informed than he
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers

Searching for love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love was all around.

Preparations were made for a celebration day
He said eat this bread but think of it as me
Drink this wine and dream it will be
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around
The blood of our children all around

Father up above
Why in all this hatred do you fill me up with
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love is all around

Father up above
Why in all this hatred do you fill me up with love
Fill me love, love, yeah
Love. love, love
Love, love, and the blood of our children all around.