The Royal Tenenbaums is one of my favorite movies, I think. It bums me the hell out, though.

I think it has something to deal with the fact that watching The Royal Tenenbaums involves watching Luke Wilson cut his hair, shave his beard, announce his impending suicide to his reflection, and then open his wrists in a bathroom while listening to Elliott Smith sing Needle in the Hay. Also, the subsequent sequence where he escapes from the hospital he is being held in while listening to Nick Drake play Fly on an acoustic guitar.

This is all speculation, of course.

tomorrow will have all of the appeal of eating a bowl of cyanide capsules without the benefits of milk.

i hate 85 percent of monday. the only part of monday i do not hate is the part that is not sunday.
monday itself shouldn't be too bad in all honesty. the only things awful about tomorrow will be a communications test, anthropology class, and an 11:15 start time at work.

the terrible part of tomorrow will be anticipation.
good things happening this week:

My amp is coming in the mail
My car stereo will be installed
three days vacation from school
thanksgiving
the possibility of seeing old friends
money
band practice

it should be good after all this monday garbage is through.

For eight more hours, it is Sunday. I'm not a big fan of Sunday. It always feels so stagnant. Sunday is the day I dedicate to finishing three days of homework. This is a terrible idea, as Sunday is by far my least motivated day ever. I take some solace in the fact that today I am writing my second to last speech of the semester. I am almost finished. With the semester, not the speech. I haven't started the speech. Or the outline. Or the power point. This is all short work, though.

The speech will be easy to write, as it is supposed to be a persuasive speech between six and eight minutes in length. I don't actually have to persuade anyone, which makes it worlds easier. I just have to act like I'm trying to persuade people. The speech I'm writing is about Recycling. I am going to present a speech about how recycling is bad for the environment. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Daniel Conrad, and today I am a loose cannon orator on the edge, with nothing to loose. I play by no one's rules but my own. This speech is perfect, in that no one will agree with me. Everyone will try to shut me down, but they absolutely cannot. All I have to do is refute their claims with possible doubt, and I am off scot-free. With enough pictures of gas-guzzling recycling trucks and creeks filled with bleached pulp run-off, no one will be able to submit that NOT recycling hasn't saved the lives of at least four penguins and an ice cap.

I am going to do a survey of things that make me happy within a minute's walking distance right now.

Spongebob on television
Chocolate milk
My grandparents
My guitars
Castle Crashers
Garlic bread in the oven
oatmeal raisin cookies
indoor plumbing
My car
T-rex comics
Feather Pillows
Basketball shorts
Indoor-only slippers

Life is good.
I think next weekend I'm going to try to arrange an outing. It will be fun. Hopefully there will be six people. One of them is me. Three of them read this openly and fairly regularly. One of them reads it in "secret" and the other never at all (to my knowledge). They should all know who they are. One takes naps, one plays video games, one plays guitar, one travels great distances, and one sings. We should go to that chocolate place on northern Bardstown to have chocolate with cayenne pepper in it, and then drink Heine Brothers and pretend to be cool. It would be fun. Let me know your thoughts in secret. It will be more fun that way.

P.S. Invisible ink for the internet would be so badass.

Spring

Writing About Literature
American Literature II
Music in World Cultures
Critical Thinking
Ethics

and potentially

Intro to TaeKwonDo

I am being a good student.

I have two hours before my next class, and instead of ditching said class and going home to be happy, eat bologna and cheese sandwiches, and watch Spongebob, I am waiting. I have my laptop, and I am waiting while I work on a philosophy paper.

This, of course, means that I am posting on Blogspot while I people watch through a window, and listen to Strapping Young Lad. I am also thinking about String Theory. There's an Asian girl in front of me. She's wearing four different bags and teal pants that say "Juicy" across the back where her non-existent ass should be, and "bling bling" down the left leg. According to string theory, there are an infinite number of parallel universes occupying this exact same place at this very moment. In a non-relativistically large number of these universes, I am occupying this same bench with this same laptop, looking at this same girl. Possible alternatives to this universe include:

1) One where her ass is, in fact "Juicy"

2) One where she recognizes that all of the contents of her four small bags could be put into one large bag.

3) One where the water fountain she stands infront of actually dispenses Mellow Yellow (somehow getting the carbonation right while managing not to rocket yellow syrup at her face)

4) One where I am a literate, technologically capable, blogging antellope. She, of course, is fine with this, as she is an antellope as well, dressed in misnomers, mechanically saying "Yeah," into her cell phone to her antellope friend.

I may attempt to write a song about String Theory. This could be difficult. I have ideas, but string theory seems like a pretty metal concept. Any time there are an infinite number of alternatives, at least a fair percentage of them have to involve potential murder. Metalocalypse has shown me that if there is anything truly metal in this world, it is murder (i.e. Breifcase Full of Guts, Mermaider (about mermaid-murder), Electric Ell-Chair, Scaled and Gutted and Deep Fried --- these are only the ones which pertain to aquatic life...). Would it make it less metal if I took my scope of String Theory and Relativity through the scope of Donnie Darko for lyrical purposes? I really think it would. It would also make it less intelligent, I think. And less respectable. I'm sorry I mentioned it.

It's not that I have a problem with Donnie Darko as a film (Actually, I think it was an intelligent little film with interesting characters, and an engaging concept showing through an interesting story line.). I do, however, have a problem with anything that has maintained a "cult following". I generally don't enjoy anything "cult" oriented, because that generally maintains that something is not as good as everyone thinks it is, and is cooler because people don't think it's good. And of course good is cool, and cool is good, and there are more and more layers of good v. bad and indie cred and whathaveyou, which I find frustrating. Layering is aggravating to me. This is why I cannot fully appreciate Alanis Morrisette's "Ironic".

Enough Asides. Closing statements? I have, for the first time, mentioned "Blogspot" in my blog, hosted on blogspot. This could only mean that my blog is now self-aware. I fear all hope is lost.