Sunday, April 17th, 2005

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2:49a	Rate This About ratings, Adam and I came up with a rating system that you can read about on his site, and read my comment for my further elucidations. I am about to move to Oxnard, CA for a few months to work and live with my grandma. That's right, I am taking formal leave from Arkansas. Can I get an a men? I am finally getting out of this apparently God ridden place. I have written plenty about my feelings on the south and Harding University, so I will not elaborate on that any further (I have certainly beat that dead horse in to a pulp). Good news: I am probably going to Indiana University-Bloomington. There was a little mix up with my piano audition tape, but I have word from the composition department that they will fight for my acceptance to the university. That's a nice feeling. That's a "2" on the Cliff scale. I have no idea how the Adam scale would rate this sort of news. Can we place bets? I could use the money. Did I mention my cats were gay? Yes, the older boy cat likes to sodomize the younger boy cat. It's very classic greek to me, which is fitting for the Plato I have been reading. Also, I have been reading Bertrand Russel's "The History Of Western Philosophy." Sounds boring, but I am tied up in it. I also finally finished the Canterbury Tales (Lumiansky prose translation). Certainly a wonderful collection of tales written by an man of great insight in to human kind. A movie you all must see is Sin City. The movie is visually and structurally stunning. The characters are well developed and curiously amiable. For any of you familiar with the comic book, you will not be disappointed; it certainly does a much better job at creating the atmosphere of the comic book it is adapted from is much better than previous attempts at comic book adaptation, e.g. Batman, X-Men, etc. Well, I am off. I am going to bust a move for Little Caesar's tomorrow! I am back, baby! (Comment on this)
3:34p	Plates I used to wash dishes as a little kid in my grandma's restaurant. It was a Filipino joint and I washed stuff that came in colours I didn't know existed. But, perhaps the greatest annoyance was my grandma's insistence on me washing the styrofoam plates for re-usage. By the time the plates had gotten to me, the oil had nearly become a symbiotic part of the plate: separation was death for each. Well, the only excuse for not saving a plate was if it was damaged. *Looks one way* *Looks the other way * *Takes knife and murders the styrofoam plate and disposes of its remains in to the trash* I hated those things. (1 Comment | Comment on this)

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