Reason Number One why my brother should NEVER join the Military: The Drill Seargent would die of laughter if he saw him with short hair (can you believe that I just had to go to google to make sure I was spelling that correctly?)

So anyways. Here I am, chewing on my C-Rations (also known as the delicious citrus flavored Halls candy; I only call them C-Rations because of that book, The Things They Carried. Well, and it's way more fun to say than candy) and recoiling from the shock of seeing the picture of my brother. Alas, he has cut his hair, once again against my better judgement. Being that I was unprepared for it, tears nearly came out of my eyes as I laughed.

A little while ago, my room mate and myself had to take down the beads we had on our door (the beads we have had on our door for the last month) becuase suddenly they became a fire hazzard. In my opinion (humble though it may be), a far more hazardous thing is the girls upstairs, upstairs being the 24 hour quiet international floor, doing some strange ritual dance every night (and day, for that matter), interrupted by random screetches and shrieks, and accompanied by awful, awful rap music. This is, of course, hazardous in the sense that if they don't stop it I will one day be forced to go up there and, umm, do something horrid to them. Such as plant hermit crabs in their dorm and then tell the RA. Mwahahaa. As it is, the worst me and my room mate have done so far was to get a broom and hit the ceiling every time they make too much noise. Strangly enough, it seems to have worked, as they have shut up for short periods of time following each time we have hit the ceiling with a broom.

So much for dorm life.

Well, actually there is more, but I don't feel like putting too much thought into it. Seventh floor is awsome, though.

So, anyways. Yesterday, for the second time in my rather short life, I have had the distinct pleasure of seeing Bruce Almighty. It was, just as it was the first time I saw it, a rather good movie (or moo-vi~ as some might say), but there was one bit about Gandhi that I did not appreciate at all, and which didn't really fit into to context of the movie as it was. I do believe that propagandists should realize that there are ways of making their product seem like the right one without trying to debase the others, and this does extend to, of course, religion and politics. But hey, that's just me.

Anyways. Good movie. Relatively bad popcorn, and if I had had to pay for it I would have been upset.

In other news, yes, I have finished my paper on time. It was supposed to be a personal experience that changed us, and so I wrote about that wonderous freshman year of highschool. It was so lovely as to make little children cry. But enough about that.

And enough in this wonderous entry. I shall go now, to color my stained-glass fairies (translate to pictures on tracing paper) and possibly to nap.

Room mate - 10/27/2005
Worst ever - 07/21/2005
Goth - 05/29/2005
Bad Baby - 05/25/2005
- - 02/08/2005

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