i want to publish a book of blog posts. how long should i wait before doing so? do i have enough material from the past 2 and a half years?

when i'm a teacher i'll be able to fill a book in no time. so maybe i should publish the college years. then the sequel can be the career years.

ive been trying to avoid posting for a while, because i'm posting every day, but they are all pretty worthless posts. but things happen that i want to share and i get sucked in every day. i'd like to skip at least one day, but, it happens.

yesterday i wore a bright green shirt without thinking about it. good thing it was yesterday and not today, st. patricks day, or that wouldve been a repeat of my valentines day blunder!! twice would have been wayyy too much to handle.

film fest last night. i agreed with the awards. there were some gripes about some of the movies and the event as a whole, but all in all i was pleased.

this morning i wrote and printed out letters of inquiry. i'll buy envelopes hopefully today and soon they'll be on their way and that is progress and progress makes me glad.

recorded percussion for "immortal, invisible" last night. i'll do vocals, maybe with erica, over spring break. had a good, long conversation with the man formerly known as liz, and that made me feel really good.

i'm listening to twothirtyeight today: regulate the chemicals is a masterpiece. and for some uncanny reason, i am always always always wearing my twothirtyeight shirt when i listen to their music. and it's never intentional. and right now i'm listening to an mp3 of the upcoming discover america release and it is great great great great. chris staples is the savior of indie rock, and if he's making music like this, i'm no longer upset he didn't join unwed sailor after all.

spring has arrived today and this is reason for rejoicing whether you're irish or not.

just when you thought big red's value couldn't depreciate any further, he will now be sitting in the driveway next to this:



and dang! as if the car isn't pretty enough, look at its driver!

what an exciting week. we had pi day yesterday (i realized last night that the reason it was pi day is because it was 3/14), the ides of march today, and st. patricks day on thursday (it's thursday isnt it?). if this isn't a week to celebrate, i don't know what is!

apparently, today is national pi day. and some math nerd decided to celebrate. he or she wrote "happy pi day!" and continued to write the number pi with large sidewalk chalk numbers, snaking around taylor's sidewalks, all the way to the 878th digit. that's dedication. and it brightened my day! it's these individual underground acts of joy that i appreciate. and it reminded me that that is why we celebrated big red's 200,000th mile, not to win the stupid film fest.

this morning at breakfast, pelz and i were having a good natured argument about my tastes in music. he was telling me i liked "girly rock," and the word girly offended me. this argument climaxed when he claimed that explosions in the sky was girly rock. i yelled (in the DC, during quiet breakfast time) "are you kidding me?!? explosions in the sky?!? girly rock?!?! the drummer hit through his snare head during the second song when i saw them! creed's drummer has never done that!" i had referenced creed several times during this discussion, and i was apparently upsetting someone, because right after i said this, a guy i've never seen before marched over to our table, looked me in the eye, and said firmly, "that's because creed buys quality drumheads!" and he marched off. i was stunned, first at his audacity, second at his intense passion for creed, extended to the burden of needing to defend them.

that story is dedicated to joe wallace.

friday night ended up a success, for which i was pleased. around 4:45 i passed out on the couch and aroused myself when the news came on at 5:00. i stumbled into my bedroom and fell on frenchy's bed and woke up 2 hours later. that put me in the groggy depressed friday night mood. but i got a few things done and eventually seven or so guys who didn't make it to the penthouse pick-a-date came over and we watched home movie and the motorcycle diaries. home movie was hilarious and motorcycle diaries was compelling. i went to bed at 2:00.

i got a lot done on saturday morning. "taking a break" after lunch turned into not working anymore until today. i came to the penthouse and hung out and then went grocery shopping and then had a few guys over for dinner. the food was a success, all in all. chalupa came over and i slept on the couch while he watched the five obstructions and punch drunk love. i was groggy! i actually saw most of the five obstructions. it was like watching an inside joke and while i liked each of the five obstructions themselves, i wasnt too into the movie.

church was ok, and then chalupa fed me burritos, and then i worked alll afternoon and then i came to penthouse to work on the 5 math assignments i havent done and now i'm here typing and im really hungry.

i almost went to fort wayne armed with a sign that said, "god loves us all, whether we're homosexuals or biggots," but i didn't.

if i dont mention i'm typing in noah's room, he'll get really upset at me.

you didnt really want to know any of that, did you?

have a good week.

The God Hates Fags organization will be bringing their "picketing ministry" to Fort Wayne this Sunday, visiting churches who are actually "queer-friendly sodomite whorehouses" in disguise.

Christ! Have mercy on us! We are trying our best, but we make such a mess of things!

i'll be honest, this film fest thing is depressing me a whole lot more than i originally thought.

and it's friday. and i decided against mewithoutyou. and i doubt i'll go along on the penthouse pick-a-date. and i'm too uncomfortable to go with chalupa and friend's to PJ's. so it looks like this will turn out to be a lonely and depressing weekend, and i realize i did it entirely to myself this time around. but i do have 4 movies to watch, and lots of homework to do, and i'll probably make myself a bagel-and-egg sandwhich, so it's not all bad, right?

and this is coming, too....and reading so is definitely a high spot in my weekend.

the ozinga treaty had a respectable first show. anathallo was as incredible as ever. saxon shore was extremely disappointing.

i skipped what could have been my last intramural game ever to go to the show. and this game determined whether or not we made the playoffs. but word on the street is that we won big time. hooray!

a special hello to elaine, who is bored at her job. she supposedly read my entire blog (that's 2 and a half years worth, folks) which is extremely scary, because who knows what i wrote back then?

a special hello to joe, as well, who is a stalker of mine. i got to see him tonight which was nice.

jamin and i got word that "big red: the road to 200,000" got turned down for the film fest. i'm doing my best not to be bitter, but its haahd, you know, its haahd. there were 15 films submitted and only 5 got in. that's competition, baby. we're hoping to have ifc schedule a special showing of ours and maybe some of the other rejects. we shall see. but congratulations to liz and robby, because their films got in, and i'm not mad at them for it.

i saw the VP of SAC after the show, and he greeted me, hoping i wouldnt bring up the film fest. like the jerk that i am, i did, and it made him very uncomfortable. but the guy couldnt even give me a cordial "but it was really good, though...!" he just gave his excuses and walked off. but you can't blame the guy, i guess, making cuts and hurting feelings is never an easy job.

chompers the cat is sitting on the table next to the laptop watching me type. i'll admit, he's cute. but i still don't really like him.

i decided against seeing mewithoutyou tomorrow night. am i crazy? and i was thinking of having a sleepover with some of the penthouse guys, but i just remembered they have a pick-a-date tomorrow night. so we'll see what comes of things. it's going to be a weekend full of homework, that's for sure.

happy fridays.

im tired and overwhelmed. so tired, in fact, that a little bit ago my bed grabbed me and swallowed me whole for a half hour that quickly turned into a full one instead.

you can see your breath when you breathe in our apartment. spring better come fast.

so we got the big red documentary turned in for the film fest after jamin's fineggling. (how do you spell that one?) he made a super awesome cover for it and i was very impressed. and we threw a pack of big red gum in the case at the last second to bribe the SAC and IFC kiddies.

i'd like to make a bunch of these for people, but dont have the money. would you be interested in owning one for probably less than 10 dollars? if you are, let me know, and if there's an interest we'll start working on it. but trust me, the packaging will be totally sweet. and i might even be able to talk jamin into including deleted scenes!