I don’t know how accurate the time-stamp on these blogs is, but I’m afraid it may betray me this morning. That’s right, this morning! I couldn’t believe it myself (probably because I’m so disoriented when I first wake up, regardless of when), but I actually woke up at a decent hour today without an alarm clock. Next thing I know, Elvis is going to be doing free shows on the Union lawn. Unfortunately, my “early-rising” left me with a whole new dilemma: What do I do with this extra hour (assuming I don’t skip my first class–that would make it an extra two hours)? I settled on updating my blog. I keep telling myself this is productive and maybe I’m right; or maybe I’ll stop caring about blogging in a week and I’ll drop off the face of the electronic earth.

So, I realized that I never wrote anything about my feelings on The Mothman Prophecies. That’s probably because I really didn’t have any. It was a decent movie with some minor twists and a bit of suspense, but that’s about all I can say for it. For the most part, the movie’s suspense was derived from well-placed, aggravating sounds (ie a sudden hiss, or an unexpected screech or a demonic voice). Unfortunately, all those sounds did was aggravate me–they didn’t make the movie any better, in my opinion. I think, in all fairness, I can at least give Richard some props for playing a pretty good confused rich-guy. I mean, don’t get me wrong, he’s certainly not Oscar-bound or anything, but he played the role well. (Aside: The Oscar is headed to Sean Penn, this time around, for his work in I Am Sam. That is, unless Russel Crowe manages to land a role in another great movie, where he can do some overacting and fool everyone into thinking he deserves the little metal man: Aside over)

Well, this weekend may yield some much sought after free time for a change. I lucked out: only two homework assignments due on Monday and nothing due on Tuesday. It’s nice to know that, this week, only two of my prof’s think I have nothing better to do than their stupid homework assignments. Actually, I take that back, probably only one of my prof’s thinks I dig doing homework on the weekends; the other one probably doesn’t even know he assigned anything. He’s one of the professors who thinks that Teaching Assistant means “One who does everything for the course except the lectures. The TA’s responsibilities include: assigning homework, grading homework, making up his own rules for grading homework, answering any questions the student might have, avoiding telling students their grades, etc.” That definition was taken right out of the Computer Science department’s Department Dictionary of Terms We Redefined to Meet Our Needs. I would kick myself for this dual-degree idea if I could kick myself anywhere other than the shin and calves–that just gets old after a while.

I’m ripping this next part of my entry directly from Jason Killingsworth’s blog (along with pretty much every other aspect of my blog):

Currently reading: Knowing God by J. I. Packer and One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey

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Unbelievable. I spent 5 hours today, waiting in line to see the Kentucky vs. UF game. That is really out of character for me–I usually wouldn’t be able to justify spending 5 hours sitting around waiting to watch a basketball game–but, I thought, “What the heck. I’ll give it a shot. We have to win anyway, because we’ve lost the last two and we’re one of the best teams in the country.” Turns out we lost by 2 lousy points. So, I spent about 8 hours today, waiting to see our guys lose by 2. Ouch.

Anyway, I just finished watching Pretty Woman for the first time. It’ll probably be the last. Honestly, I don’t get it; everyone always says, “You haven’t seen Pretty Woman?! Man, you gotta’ see that movie.” I just don’t see what all the hype is about. Julia is a good actress and Richard did a good job in the movie, but I never really caught what was so special about this particular prostitute that she changed his life. She seemed like a nice enough girl, but when it comes down to it, I just don’t see what set her apart from the rest. Yeah, she knew a little about cars and she was kind of feisty, but there are lots of feisty, car-knowledgeable women that aren’t prostitutes. Why didn’t he just go find one of those?

I better get some sleep. I have a dilemma tomorrow in that I have 4 consecutive classes, but the third one is cancelled. So, I’m wondering if I should go to the first 2, then leave and skip the last one, or if I should stick around and kill an hour before attending my last one. Why does life have to be full of so many tough decisions? Ah, the life of a college student…

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