the tightest jeans competition
My week ends and begins in one fell swoop. Somehow Friday night, Saturday, and today all morphed into one being, one singular existence that never began nor ceased. Let me explain.
Friday night was APEX. Went alright. Then I met Abigail for some well-deserved Bollo’s lattés. Then we rented Superstar and Meet The Parents and had fun.
Saturday was immense. Abigail and I left early for Christiansburg for some long-awaited, action-packed enjoyment. We saw Kill Bill Vol. 2 and…woah…it was good. Immediately leaving the theater I was actually disappointed but the more I think about the film in hindsight the more I want to see it again. A director’s dream, indeed. It comes to an unexpected resolution of a brilliant plot formulated in the first volume, but allows for much more expansion, as opposed to the plateau many sequels are faced with. Abigail liked it too.
Then we raced back with the BT to hit up Soundfest 2004. After we both won two more iTMS songs from our Pepsis, we walked to McComas parking lot. Within minutes we were the recipients of a bag full of label and corporate merch. I got a Harvey Birdman t-shirt and we both got lots of other various Adult Swim goodies. Plus, we got full-length cds and EPs for absolute free. So after Jet Noise, we went back to my room to drop off our booty ::arrr:: and then hit up the shows again. Races to April was very nice. Copeland was great. I had vaguely remembered hearing their name in the past, but it was great to finally form an opinion of their music (which is good stuff).
Soon after Matt Nathanson performed. Him and his cellist were simply amazing. His comedic interludes remind me of Matt Hogan, whom I played with in a band for many years before I left for college. ::memories:: So that was very nice. Then Q and not U was up. I was actually disappointed with them. Their music seemed quite unrehearsed in its own way; while it was clearly practiced to perfection, this perfection was actually compromised of the most randomness and musical awkwardness I’ve ever witnessed…ever. Just not liking it. Plus one of the vocalists went on this set-long rant against Bush and all that he stands for. Then he told us not to listen to the media. How ironic. Whatever. Cave In closed. Abigail says they have been around for a while. Then I noticed Cave In’s merch table loaded with past cds; reminesce. They were musically amazing. Both guitarists brilliantly revealed their years of experience together as they soloed and such in complete unison. Quite impressive.
And following this rocktacular experience (with ear plugs might I add), Abigail and I hit up Deets and Express for some foodstuffs. I actually had a fastfood hamburger; I seem to become desperate for food late at night after skipping dinner. Anyways, so I had microwavable meat for my ultra-late meal.
Sunday is here and gone. But somehow its plot never stopped even as I write this into Monday morning. I met with my group not long after lunch to continue on our design project. I worked on the Inventor stuff and textual additions for an intense time following the actual meeting. Then I had my physics lab report. And my EF homework. Ouch. So I missed this wonderful 80+ degF day; if there was one thing I wanted out of today it was for the sun to ravage my whiteman’s body. Perhaps next weekend, following my submission of this project and my last physics test, will I relent to the UV fetish I’ve been meaning to satisfy. Yet still, right now my brain is riddled with thought processes beyond control.
Thus this week should be just as wild as last week. But now stuff will begin to wind down. Wind down like a…top…reaching its last revolution before faltering and succombing to centripetal and gravitational forces.
I like to write. I like to write in my blog. Perhaps a new design soon. Perhaps a new design after this physics test. Or maybe after finals. Let’s not rush things, Willis.