Blogoversary

I've once again managed to miss the anniversary of this here blog. So happy three years and twenty one days, Greetings.

Weekend Update

Perhaps Webshots doesn't allow external linking. Or perhaps some people should learn how to properly tag picture links. I can't be bothered to find out which is to blame. In any case, here's the picture Ashleigh was attempting to show you.

Cute, no? It would have been cuter if more than five members of the good ol' Milton High School class of '03 had showed up for the Goodbye Ceremony last week. Granted, it was hot and boring, and the speakers weren't so good, but I'm glad we went. I mean, c'mon, a Milton activity wouldn't be a Milton activity without the abuse of the English language (lady is not an adjective).
That was this past Sunday. Since then my life has been full of a lot of hanging out with the prodigal Ashleigh, who leaves for the great frontier of New Hampshire very soon, a little job-hunting, and a bit of catching up on season one of Everwood. Gotta love that WB family drama genre. So now I have to sleep, because I have to wake up at an unnatural hour in the morning to get on with more of the same and then some. More to come.

Using The Force

Just got in from seeing the midnight showing of Star Wars (keep on going with the making fun of me-- I deserve way more than I've gotten so far). I have absolutely zero interest in writing a lengthy review of the film (or even a short one, for that matter), but I do have a few things to note that I was thinking while watching the movie.
For one thing, and this goes for the last installment as well, that Anakin is a really moody guy. I mean, he's PMSing all the time. Going on and on and on about how the Jedi Council is unfair, or how much he hates sand, or some such nonsense. He has the repressed anger of an angsty thirteen-year-old. So how is it that the Jedi guys in charge don't see that he's so not a good Jedi? I mean, I don't claim to know all that much about the world of Star Wars, but aren't Jedis supposed to be calm and in control and to not let their emotions show ever? Yeah, Anakin sucks at that. Why isn't Mace Windu like, "Listen bitches, what this kid needs is some Midol, but what he does not need is to be a Jedi"?
And speaking of Mace Windu. That is something I feel these prequels really lacked-- badassness. Mace Windu is, as we decided on the way home, the badassiest badass of badassness. But he's about it for the first three films. These movies need some serious Han Solo action, because that, my friend, is badassness.
I realized something while watching the film-- I am scared, like really, really scared, of stormtroopers. I can remember from childhood being really freaked out by them, possibly by going on the Star Wars ride at MGM a few too many times. But that's something you'd think would go away. Even now, though, every time I see a stormtrooper on the screen, my whole chest constricts and I feel on edge. It's a freaking stormtrooper! This is not normal! But they really freak me out. Geez, I'm probably going to have nightmares about stormtroopers coming to steal my pillow or something tonight.
So, now that I've said nothing of any real significance, I'll say that it was an okay movie. Better than I and II, not as good as IV, V, and VI. Ewan McGregor was pleasing to me (and on a sidenote, it was really interesting to watch him seeing as I had watched Velvet Goldmine on IFC last night and thus all tonight kept picturing him fighting Siths while wearing eyeliner and glitter). The dialogue sucked less. It's what's to be expected. Not much more, not much less.

Summer Breeze

It really doesn't feel like summer to me.
I'm sitting around my house all day, bored but not minding too much, so that's like summer. And I'm staying up until the wee hours and sleeping in until the afternoon, so that's like summer. And I'm consistently being yelled at by my mother, for an endless cycle of things including but limited to the fact that I don't have a job yet, the fact that I am in my room too much now that our wireless is working and thus I have no real reason to leave except for food and beverage and to go out, the fact that our definitions of "late" are violently different (to her, coming in after eleven is cause for concern), and the fact that I have not yet finished putting away everything from my dorm room. So that's definitely like summer.
And yet.
I haven't really done much of note yet since being back in Alpharetta, so maybe that's the problem. Maybe I need to make a summer mix (a hallmark of my Alpharetta summers, one that I have been straying from ever since my introduction to the iPod) and find somebody to drive around aimlessly with, because that's all my high school summers really ever consisted of. Maybe I just need to start tanning more, get rid of this deathly shade of pale that's unfortunately my year-round staple, and then I'll feel more summery.
In any case, if anyone would care to do something that feels like summer, let me know. I'm in need.

Oh, and just so you can go ahead and start making fun of me in advance, I will be seeing Star Wars at 12:01 AM tomorrow night. I was talked into it, I swear, it wasn't my idea! But this way you have extra time to brainstorm, because I definitely deserve some teasing for this one.

A Friendly Reminder

I just wanted to remind anybody who didn't get the memo over at Everyday I Write The Book or Boy From Illinois that you are all expected to show up to this. I don't care if you're all "this shit is lame," too cool for [your old high] school [that's soon to be torn down]; attendance is mandatory. I'm getting more and more excited about it. Partly because I'm hoping for somebody revealing a secret high school crush on me a la Mashe's story, but I think it'll be fun even if it turns out nobody was madly in love with me in high school despite their "ol' ball-and-chain girlfriend." So you'd better show up...or else...Something Bad will befall you. Yep. Possibly a punch in the face. Beware.

An Invitation

Bain Mattox and Will Hoge at the Handlebar (that's in Greenville, kids) on May 21st. It's totally not a bad drive; we made it last year. Any takers? I've been out of the Bain circles for so long I feel bad. I say I go and I say somebody comes with me please.

Driving 405 Past Midnight

Jump last night at Variety. I didn't love it like I love loved the Athens show, so I won't say much. I will say that during "Angeldust (Please Come Down)," Danny the bassist for Michael Flynn (my favoritest Jump openers ever) came out in a Michaelangelo (y'know, the coolest ninja turtle of all time) costume and covered Jonny and Matt with shaving cream, then crowdsurfed. C'mon, people, crowdsurfing ninja turtles! That's something everybody can appreciate.
Lisa's parents came today to take down our lofts. We've bunked our beds, taken down the vast majority of our posters and wall decorations, and now our room is back to looking like a prison cell. It's depressing is what it is. I'm not too broken up about his year ending, but living in a deserted room like this doesn't make things any better.
I'm getting that itch again. That roadtrip itch. Which you know rarely ends well-- I either wind up getting in trouble for leaving the state without telling anybody (rare) or just wind up frustrated and static (common). Especially now, as it's finals time and who takes roadtrips on finals week? (Me, that's who, but who's counting?) So maybe mid-May, once we're all out of school, we can hit up Graceland or Dollywood or something? Anyone? Bueller? Beth?
So back to the grind. At least classes are mostly over. I'm gonna need the break.