Sandlot.

Saw Sandlot as the midnight movie tonight. I remember watching it a couple times, and I knew the general stuff that happened, and I remembered a lot of it, but not all. Dennis Leary??? Hmm...

Thus starts another weekend. Two weeks of school left, I think, then exams.

My current editor tried to sit down and train me to take over, but she didn't have anything useful to say. I had to think of questions on my own and stuff.

It is likely that next week I will start work at the SEAFOOD/BUTCHER BLOCK at our local Albertson's. What? I don't know, it's a jorb.

Stringy.

Broke a string on the acoustic, broke a string on the electric...

What's the world coming to???

As much as I enjoy consistency, it surprises me that very few things in my life are consistent. At the top of that list is my ability to put off doing things until (literally in most cases) the last minute. And my ability to say "I'm not going to put this one thing off -- I'll start it a week early." And my ability to analyze, but still continue, this cycle over and over again.

I want to build my next guitar, and get Dad to work on it with me, and paint something cool on it. I would build a custom rig/cabinet/stack, too, if I knew anything about that.

Gainesville, suckers.

Then Dinosaur Jr., suckers.

Then two taxing academic papers, suckers.