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It's nice to baseball on TV again. You know, when you walk into a restaurant, or you're channel surfing, or something. Not that I would ever really stop to watch a random baseball game of two teams I couldn't give less about, but... I like to see it. I like to know summer is coming.
It is not nice to have your mother calling you asking why you aren't coming home this weekend to work at the baseball stadium. ...Because, you know, you have class, and fighting, and homework, and job interviews, and dates, and that sort of thing. And you're not in the mood to tell her that you coming home that weekend will make four in a row once Easter is over. See... that's not too cool with me. I believe the correct terminology would be "LAMOZOR."

I'm breaking some bones to try and find a show to write my concert report on. Hell, I couldn't even find a jazz concert to get to when I was in New York City. Is that moderately ridiculous to anyone else except for me?

It's just one of those non-stop weeks again. And not the best week of the month for it either, if you take my meaning so. Ahh, but still so much to do. The weather is warming up, thankfully. It makes it much easier to take care of business.

So, you wanna know one of my favorite things, however embarrassing? There is this one scene in the third Harry Potter movie, where the big, purple bus is tearing down the road, and then it stops real suddenly, and bumps into this parked car, making the alarm go off. Now, the normal people, they can't see the bus, you know. So, basically, what's happening, is that there's this car, and the alarm goes off in the middle of the night for no reason. Why do I love that so much? 'Cause I know it. Intimately. When we still lived in our old house, my room was on the Southeast corner, facing the apartment building that later became our home for a year. In the summers I had the window open at night, and all night long! these car alarms would go off in the apartment parking lot. No reason. Nothing going on, no one stealing cars, no stray cats or anything... just... nothing.
...Sweet.