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Up Against The Wall
Jan. 7th, 2001 11:19 pmI've been listening to Pink Floyd's The Wall all weekend. Not nonstop, mind you. But I've been stuck on that album, and my brain keeps throwing out Wall references and quoting lines. This album is just awesome. Great lyrics, great music, good story, good point... The only thing I don' t like is that the first disk seems a bit short. Seems like they could have fit everything on one disk just fine and not charged thirty bucks or so for two. Actually, I happened to get it on sale. I guess I shouldn't complain too much. Well, I'll stop waxing poetic about The Wall before I get going and talk about the rest of my weekend.
Hmm, well, there isn't much to the rest of my weekend. Went out to dinner on Saturday at the absolutely worst time you could possibly pick. Six-thirty. Olive Garden was packed. I felt like crap to begin with, and then my parents kept nagging me about picking a place to go eat, and then there were people everywhere in the waiting area. I did indeed feel very icky. But dinner wasn't so bad. Mmm, breadsticks.
I slept in really late today. Then when I was eating breakfast at about three in the afternoon, I got a bit of a surprise. I got a call from someone who, up until now, I've communicated with only by means of IM and e-mail. It's quite an interesting experience to get empirical proof that someone actually exists when before all the proof you had was that someone you've been friends with for years goes to school with this person, and you talk to them online. I admit the conversation wasn't as smooth as it could have been, owing to the fact that my dad was hanging around and I have a hard time holding a phone conversation with a friend when a parent is within earshot, real or perceived.
The only other thing I've done this weekend is drive the truck over to my sister's house so that she and my brother-in-law could take their Christmas tree to be recycled. Afterwards, I stuck around for a while, being allergic to the cats.
Wow, I just looked at the date and local time fields on the update page; they are very messed up. It is not February 7, 2040 at 5:42. Last time I checked, I'm 19, not 59. I'll have to fix that.
And this is where I end this entry. Don't have any more amusing things to say for now. Tomorrow I'm going to go visit people at my high school. That should be interesting. I wonder if, after I go, I'll want to stay here, or just want to go back to Reed even more than I do now. Only one week!
Hmm, well, there isn't much to the rest of my weekend. Went out to dinner on Saturday at the absolutely worst time you could possibly pick. Six-thirty. Olive Garden was packed. I felt like crap to begin with, and then my parents kept nagging me about picking a place to go eat, and then there were people everywhere in the waiting area. I did indeed feel very icky. But dinner wasn't so bad. Mmm, breadsticks.
I slept in really late today. Then when I was eating breakfast at about three in the afternoon, I got a bit of a surprise. I got a call from someone who, up until now, I've communicated with only by means of IM and e-mail. It's quite an interesting experience to get empirical proof that someone actually exists when before all the proof you had was that someone you've been friends with for years goes to school with this person, and you talk to them online. I admit the conversation wasn't as smooth as it could have been, owing to the fact that my dad was hanging around and I have a hard time holding a phone conversation with a friend when a parent is within earshot, real or perceived.
The only other thing I've done this weekend is drive the truck over to my sister's house so that she and my brother-in-law could take their Christmas tree to be recycled. Afterwards, I stuck around for a while, being allergic to the cats.
Wow, I just looked at the date and local time fields on the update page; they are very messed up. It is not February 7, 2040 at 5:42. Last time I checked, I'm 19, not 59. I'll have to fix that.
And this is where I end this entry. Don't have any more amusing things to say for now. Tomorrow I'm going to go visit people at my high school. That should be interesting. I wonder if, after I go, I'll want to stay here, or just want to go back to Reed even more than I do now. Only one week!
