...and I run into him?

Sweet Persephone!

I was walking down the street with Jeff, when all of a sudden, on the same block as we, we see John Cicora, a classmate of mine in high school. We had several latin and a couple other classes together and even were on the same Greece trip. He was a person among whom would have been the least expected to run into on the street; I would have not been as surprised if it had been Clinton. Turns out that John studies Jazz at Columbia, which raises the chances quite a bit. However, Columbia is down town and I ran into him in Lincoln Park; he was getting a haircut (for it's cheaper out of the loop area) and if it had been fifteen minutes earlier, I would not have recognized him. We chatted a bit and then went on our way. What were the chances?

Who knew that a child of Disney could be so freaking cool?

Kingdom Hearts is probably the coolest video game that I have ever played. I spent four hours today not paper-writing like I should have, but instead playing this most beautiful child of Disney and Square Enix. I think this really redeems Disney from me hating it, except for that whole fighting to keep the original Mickey Mouse out of public domain and thereby keeping many really cool other things out of the public domain. My original reason for buying this game (for that playstation 2 that I had won yet still have not recieved... ergh) because Disney equaled Evil and Square equaled Good, and their offspring, Kindom Hearts, would then be the most zen anything could have ever been. And Zen means Really Cool. Now having played it for twenty hours, minus the couple days it took me to kill Ursula, that witch, I'm in love with it soo much, that I'm going to preregister for its more beautiful sequal.

I should probably get back to my homework.... I'll complain aout my roommate later.

I'm a Twentysomething...

Primarily - Monday morning, I had a dream that was most interesting. There was a giant carrot submarine. That in itself is odd. It preceeded to free a trapped whale from a net. The two then swam away and so did I. I was swimming next to an under water cliff in the deep blue sea. Everything was so blue. Then a great white shark approached. It wasn't as big as it should have been; it was around my size. I tried kicking it away from me. It then swam under me. I had my left hand behind me fending it away when I awoke. About a half a minute later, my middle finger had a sharp pain in it, similar to what I imagine a shark biting it off would feel like.

Secondly - I went to the Jamie Cullum concert tonight. It was so fun. The third famous person in a week. Imagine seeing Roger Ebert, Liam Neeson, and Jamie Cullum in person in the period of five days. Wow... The concert was amazing. Jamie included the auidence in alot of songs. He was a good sport when technical diffulculties developed. I highly suggest that people should go see his concerts.

Trimary - The person who sends me the 1000 hit image gets a gift! Yay!

Queer people are fun!

This past Friday, I went to a LGBTQSA dance, themed after The Wizard of Oz (what is it with gay men and Judy Garland?), and had more fun than I've had in a long time, despite the lack of the "Safety Dance" and the "Electric Slide". The entertainment that night featured a Fag Hag Singer/Gay Man Pianist duo and Am'beyonce Knowles (Ahm-be-yahn-say K'-nohl-ays, a drag queen) as Dorothy with three of my friends as the Scarecrow, the Tinman, and the Cowardly Lion. The duo were hilarious: she had to be politically correct (meaning no use of words like "bitch" or "fag" vel cetera) but she could be dirty. After some nearly illegal things between her and a gay boy (he was sixteen) she sang a song about an unlucky cat which got all the straight people, bi/omni/pansexuals, and all the lesbians shouting "Hot! Wet! Bald! Sore! Pussy!" The gay men had to be forced even to say "pussy". The was a song about boobs which was fun, some showtunes, and other fun songs. The drag show was fun, well done.

I did get out on the dance floor, and had fun. One guy wanted me to dance, or rather grind, with him, and I kept saying "no." And after some more requesting, I had to explain, "Sorry, but I'm straight." This was followed by the very flattering "F***! All the best ones are." Marcus has told me tha many girls were asking him about me, "He's cute; is he straight or is he gay?" Again flattering. However, it makes me wonder why girls cannot tell a guy this themselves. I did get asked to dance by a girl, on whom I have a crush (cute, red-headed, and an English major), and I later got her number. That was one of the best nights of my life.

Democrats are doing a piss poor job of attacking the weaknesses of the Bush campaign.

Yes, people don't like hearing negative ads, and in the ideal world there would be none; however, the Democrats have not been attacking Bush on the fact the Osama bin Ladin and Saddam Hussein hated each other. bin Ladin is a religous militant, and Hussein was a secular dictator. Now, because of the removal of Hussein, we get another "evil" popping up: a theocracy angered at Bush and not particullary nice to its rival sects physically taking over the rest of the country by violent force. Hmm.. is militarily transforming the middle east really the best way to save this country? After the Eleventh of September, Two-thousand-one, Bush had a chance to unite the world against the attacks of bin Ladin; now anywhere you go outside the states, the American government is despised and hated. The French, Greeks, Brittains, Germans, Japanese, and on and on. How can we remain a superpower, if the peoples of the over hates it. Notice, however, that I did not say that her people are hated; quite the opposite is true: her people were cheered on at the Olympics, but when her secretary of state came to visit, the spectators protested. This hate to the American government might breed itself into more violence against it. Are we really preventing the conditions in which terrorists appear? Oh, and look, Bush said that he would create over 200,000 (don't hold me on that number, I think it's larger. If you've hard numbers tell me) jobs and oops, he hasn't. Are we really better off than we were four years ago?