So, apparently this whole Wednesday update thing is working out. First update was on a Wednesday. So far so good. Next update was Thursday at 4 in the morning. That's practically Wednesday. And the third: well, it's Saturday. That's all you need to know.
I'm feeling jetlagged and sick as hell, so this update probably will be just quick shots of wisdom, but next week there will definitely be a slow-drip of enlightenment headed your way. If my posts can be likened to alcohol and morphine, that is.
-I saw Indiana Jones on Thursday. Some background: Indiana Jones and The Raiders of the Lost Ark is my favorite movie. I love it. When I was a kid I would put on my dad's golfing hat (it looked something like a fedora) and run around pretending my blanked was a whip. I love Indiana Jones. So, my hyphened-word review: Anti-climatic. I personally didn't feel any build-up or excitement leading to the movie, which I would think be a good thing. No expectations needed to be met then. But somehow, hype and excitement before something makes me will whatever it is to be better, and I enjoy myself more. The whole thing was just a little bit underwhelming. It wasn't bad by any means, just not excellent. I'd gladly see it again, but it just didn't live up to Indiana Jones.
-I just discovered that my Italian grade might have changed from pass/no pass to letter grade somehow, even though I enrolled as pass/no pass months ago. I'm not going to fret over something as trivial as grades, but my strategy for the semester had that my craptastic skills in Italian would be hidden by the guise of a pass/no pass. Now it's out in the open, possibly never to be removed. Like that time you saw your roommate naked. Yeah, that's never going away.
-I had a brilliant idea for a story come to me in a dream today as I was waking up. I felt bad writing it down, as it felt like I was plagiarizing my own mind. Hell, I think I just came up with a new title for this blog.
Alright, the room can now be described as spinning. I should probably go to bed... and not sleep. Jetlag. Sons of bitches.
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