I saw the Lion King on stage at TPAC last night.  I knew I was in for a great show when I teared up during the opening number - the sheer beauty of the set, the costumes, the music, the harmony of the voices...it all got to me.  Anyway, the cast just kept delivering on every song, every line; it was so fabulous, I want to go back and see it again tonight.  But I can't.

Anyway, I enjoyed myself, and I want to say that, if you ever get a chance to see it, SEE IT!  Seriously...I've never recommended  stage performance as strongly as this one.

Well, I got one friend back, so that's good.  And my roommate is living down the hall because he's "allergic to the mold" in my room.  There's no mold.  It's that he hasn't done his laundry from soccer in two months, and when he moved it onto his bed during the flood, he caught a whiff of it and it funked up his system.  How do I know this?  When talking to a friend the other night, I sat on his bed, and in less than 30 seconds, I was sneezing, my eyes were watering, and my head hurt.  I don't think it's mold, but what do I know?

Where do I sleep?
Who do I talk to?
What do I do?

So far this semester, I'm down 5 friends from Tech, 8 or 9 from high school, I've got a room that smells like feces and has water seeping up around the tiles whenever there's any pressure applied, traitorous peoples abound, idiotic people harass, and I'm stuck here having myself a nice pity party because I have no clue where to find a place to sleep.  I would, you know, use my bed, but because of the current floor condition, I have to have things piled on the bed (my shelves and all surfaces are covered with my and my roommate's belongings, like books and such) and therefore can not sleep on said bed.

I'm tired and I'm whiney.

Bleh...

Here I am, sitting around in the Lounge because at 1:30 am today, the friggin dorm flooded from Exploded Toilet Syndrome.  One guy flushed and it started spraying a bit, so while he was trying to find an RA or a maintenance person or some such thing, some moron from down the hall grabbed a wrench so he could "fix it."  He broke it worse and sprayed water all over the place.  It leaked down through the lobby floor and into the rooms on both sides of mine.  From there, it flowed out into my hallway and into my room.  By the time it was all said and done, there were ~3-4 inches of water in my floor.  I'm not happy.

Okay, so I was listening to some clips from Chris Daughtry's cd.  He rocks.  He's amazing.  My man-crush on him has intensified.  I can't wait until Christmas so I can get his cd and revel in the glory that is his voice.

Maybe I am getting a little too deep in this...

Thought I'd toss this one up here, since I like doing this on my blogs:


Normal Academic Term: 1/16/2007 to 4/27/2007



Time

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday

Thursday

Friday

Saturday

Sunday


10:00AM

  

  

  

  

  

  

  


11:00AM

 SPAN-2020 SH 212 

  

 SPAN-2020 SH 212 

  

 SPAN-2020 SH 212 

  

  


12:00PM

 POLS-1000 MH 353 

 PSY -3010 FB 309 

 POLS-1000 MH 353 

 PSY -3010 FB 309 

 POLS-1000 MH 353 

  

  


01:00PM

 POLS-1000 MH 353 

 PSY -3010 FB 309 

 POLS-1000 MH 353 

 PSY -3010 FB 309 

 POLS-1000 MH 353 

  

  


02:00PM

 PSY -4160 FB 309 

  

 PSY -4160 FB 309 

  

  

  

  


03:00PM

 PSY -4160 FB 309 

  

 PSY -4160 FB 309 

  

  

  

  


04:00PM

  

  

  

  

  

  

  


05:00PM

  

  

  

  

  

  

  


06:00PM

 HIST-2010 HH 114 

  

  PSY 4923 TBA


  

  

  

  


07:00PM

 HIST-2010 HH 114 

  

  PSY 4923 TBA 



  

  

  

  


08:00PM

 HIST-2010 HH 114 

  

  
  PSY 4923 TBA

  

  

  

  

So I got back from Philly to find Paige in bed with a former friend of mine (former as of Sunday).  Then I got a call from my roommate today when I had just gotten to Memphis telling me that he and Paige are now dating.  Is there a reason to be a bit perturbed by this?

In a few short hours, I will be boarding a plane and heading to Philadelphia, the "City of Brotherly Love" and whatnot.  Never been there before, but I've heard from good sources that, not only is it in the North, it is also colder than the South.  BOOOOOOOO!

What is it with cold?  We need more global warming so we can get rid of the cold.  Sounds good to me.  What do ya'll think?

If things go according to plan, then I should have 75 hours completed at the end of the Spring semester, including 15 Honors hours and two colloquia, so if I take 15 hours/semester for the next three semesters and maintain my 3.5, I'll be graduating in cursu after the Fall 2008 semester.

Or, I could just do 12 hours/semester for the next four semesters to graduate after Spring 2009 with a better chance of keeping my GPA up.  We'll see.

Well, I've been reading Weight of Glory by C.S. Lewis, and in one part of it, he was talking about how we are supposed to live today like it's our last day because Christ told us such.  Well, it's something I've always struggled with - I want to plan for tomorrow, the next day, and every day after that what classes I'll take, what job I'll have, who I'll marry, how many kids I'll have, when I'll retire, where I'll live...I like to have some sense of certainty about it.
Well, something about how he said it must have struck (or would it be stricken there?) me differently from the other times I've read such things because I actually acted on it for about 40 seconds, which was long enough for me to recant what I said in my last post, plus take care of a few other things.  A lot can happen in 40 seconds, believe you me.  So yeah, Josh was right even before he said anything on the last post.  AND IT'S NOT MY IMPATIENCE.  Just wanted to use that disclaimer.  I'm blaming this one on God instead of me  ;)

Anyway, in less happy news, I was being a moron last night, as I am wont to do, and I was running down the hall (as we tend to do here) with a USB plug-in card for this guy's wireless mouse (I had stolen the card, then told the guy I was faster than him, which I was), so he was chasing me.  Well, in the middle of our hallway, for some stupid reason, the floor drops two steps, so there are two stairs on either side of this drop.  When I dropped (surprise, surprise), my knee made that poopy popping sound and I hit the ground hard, unleasing a torrential downpour of less-than-kind words about the floor's parentage.  Anyway, needless to say, my walking has once again been hindered.  Bah.

Paige and I broke up about a week and a half ago.  It may as well have been around a month ago, because that's when things went cold and were in a state of life support rather than total death.  Anyway, I had originally resolved to win her back, but, being me, I thought about it for a long time.  I finally came to terms with the fact that we're not suited for one another and likely never will be.  At first, this thought irritated the stew out of me, but I've come to realize that it is the correct course of action.

Anyway, I made up my mind once and for all to give up on Paige and move on.  I told a friend of mine, Allison, shortly thereafter, and we were talking when another friend of mine, named Brittany, more or less asked me out.  Scared the poop out of me.  I've never been asked out before.  I had had thoughts about something like this with her, but because of my relationship with Paige hadn't pursued anything (makes sense, right?).  I told Brittany that, if she could wait until January, then we'd try it out.  She said she could wait, so we're waiting.

I just think it's weird that within an hour of deciding to move on, this lands in my lap.  So, Josh and Liz, I've got a new girl for you to meet.  Liz, I think you'll like her better than the last one.  ;)

Here's a song that a friend of mine (named Dave) and I collaborated on:

Song for You
by Dave Lane and Jonathan Wood

Verse 1:
You said I'm too young to be singing the blues
And I tell you're probably right
But let me tell you something, baby, age just doesn't mean
What it did before

I'm only just a young man but I'm starting to see
What this whole love thing is about
But when I had it in my grasp
I just let it slip away again

Chorus:
And this is my life I'm living
And I know I want you by my side
And this is my heart I'm giving to you
So won't you come into my life

Verse 2:
Gone but not forgotten's how you are to me
Ever since you left me that night
But don't think for just one second that I wanted you
To leave me there

I tell you that I pushed you just a little too far
And I know that I'm not innocent
But just give me one more chance
Let me take you by the hand
Let me let you know
Oh baby, let me show you that I love you

[Chorus]

Verse 3:
Sometimes I get so lonely that I can't go on
And I just need a helping hand
And then if I turn around and I see people there
I try to run away

'Cause there's only one person whose love I need
To make it through my life
So baby if you hear me just a-singin this song
Everything's not alright

[Chorus + TAG]


Taking the lyrics by themselves, they're kind of cruddy.  Taking the melody or piano by itself is cruddy, too.  However, the three work together very well to convey the message I'm trying to send across, so I'm happy despite the first-look faults of the piece.

I took the Spanish placement test online today.  According to their table, a score above 480 points is equal to 4+ semesters of Tech's Spanish curriculum.  My score was 844.

Still not asleep.  What's up with this?  So I took some pills to sleep, and I don't sleep.  I try everything I can think of, but I don't sleep.  All I can do is lie in bed and think about reality and such.  I'm trying to reconcile scientific findings with my spiritual beliefs, but it's not working, and I'm not sleeping.  Bah.

Okay, so I watched The Razor's Edge twice last weekend, and now I want to travel the world in Spring 2008.  I can't help it...it's actually a possibility - all I need to do is save up a little money before then to get started, then figure out a way to earn petty cash along the way to pay for food.

This obviously won't be typical touristy travel if it happens (probably not...I have a habit of having great ideas that would rock but that I never follow through on because I'm a lazy scaredy-cat), but would be a great learning experience.  Also, I would hopefully not be going alone...just gotta rope people into it.

We're going to pull it off.  No matter what tries to stop us, we're going to make it through.  That's my promise from God tonight, and I'm going to hold Him to it.

It's 3am, I must be lonely.

3 in the morning, and I'm awake.  I don't know what to make of myself.  I'm getting frustrated by the fact that I don't sleep at night.  Add to that the fact that my relationships with just about everyone are seeming to go into turmoil, as well as my classes going haywire.  I'm just in a relatively overall unhappy mood right now.  Bah.

JW

Remember the dude that burned the cheese and sent us outside at 1:38 the other morning?  He got hit by a car.  Seems as though he was talking on his cell phone and stepped out in front of a car and got hit.  He fell down and skinned his arm.  I'm not sure how damaged the car was, but I'd like to know.

Also, in a Murphy 2-- room, we had an arrest made for sexual assault by one roommate on another.  Yowzer.  Luckily, I keep my door locked and my roommate tied up in his closet, so I'm pretty safe.

It's been an eventful week for Murphy.  Let's hope it stops; I don't think it will (we had a couple of toddlers and their mother stay the night down the hall, so I have no clue what's going on now).

But I've gotta head to class.  Hasta luego, yo soy Juanotan, y esto es CNN.

So I've decided that if Condoleeza Rice really wants a shot at presidency, she'll need two things:
1. A fallback (defense plan)
2. A good (probably moderate) running partner

For her fallback, she needs to make sure she's perfect with the whole North Korea thing.  She says one wrong word right now, she's screwed, but if she runs a tight ship, she can always fall back on it.  Case in point:

Candidate: "I cured AIDS."
Condy: "That's nice.  I stopped North Korea from raining nuclear holocaust on the world."

That will garner a few votes at least for Condy.

As for her running mate, if she somehow got John McCain (who I would like to vote for for president), she could snag some of the moderate vote as well.  Playing to the right with Condy and the middle-mid-right to mid-right with McCain could possibly win the election.

Of course, the best plan would be to make me king.

I hate Chuck Norris jokes.  However, I just read an article about them, and they quote Norris telling his two favorites that he has read, so I will post them here, lest he kill me with a roundhouse kick to the face:

"They wanted to put Chuck Norris on Mt.
Rushmore, but the granite wasn't tough enough for his beard."
"When Chuck
Norris does pushups, he doesn't push up. He pushes the earth down."