Living the Middle Life

In soviet Russia, the middle life is living.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

My train of thought

So I reversed traced a train of thought I had, and decided to give it to y'all.

Well as far back as I got it was about how I was a terrible flirt, and how Matt was saying last Thanksgiving/Christmas (whatever) that it wouldn't be hard to impersonate me. He'd just have to say something terribly witty and then... give a charming smile.

Yeah, I should have told him he's just jealous that can get me a hundred girls, and that he's stuck with my sister.

He'd resent that. You know, I've never looked up the word "resent" does it really mean "I don't like what you're saying," "That's not true," or, "That's quite offensive"? It sounds so much like "regret" that it throws me off.

He'd just tell me he has no regrets. "Life well spent!" Just like the comic book guy from The Simpson's Movie. When he finds out he's going to die he's all like, "I've spent all my life collecting comic books and action-figures, and I just have to say, LIFE WELL SPENT!!!"

Geeks! Ha, I just saw that one Robot Chicken clip about Star Wars nerds and Star Trek geeks beating each other up. They were all ecstatic over Leonard Nimoy doing the Vulcan thing.

Woh, if I were some famous dude, would I have geeks over me like that? If I wanted to go to a nerd convention, would I have to wear sunglasses so no-one would recognize me? Everyone would want to have their picture taken with me. Well, I'd have my picture taken with all the cute girls, but that's it.

Those geek chicks probably aren't Lutheran though. Shame.

Haha! I just watched Enchanted, and the girl that plays Giselle was also in Catch Me If You Can and has this great line"

"Frank Abagnale: Brenda, I don't want to lie to you anymore. All right? I'm not a doctor. I never went to medical school. I'm not a lawyer, or a Harvard graduate, or a Lutheran. Brenda, I ran away from home a year and a half ago when I was 16.
Brenda Strong: Frank? Frank? You're not a Lutheran?"

Isn't it great? Hehehe. I'm gonna' have to see that movie now.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

In Soviet Russia, Sparta is THIS!!!

You'll be doing alright,
With your Easters of green,
But I'll have a white,
White Easter.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008


Today I went to Mitsuwa Marketplace and bought Pocari Sweat. It was pretty good. I thought it tasted like Sprite flavored Gatorade. Matt agreed with me. I'm gonna save my bottle.

When we got back we played wii bowling. Voldemort vs. Picard vs. Morphius. Battle of the balds.

Yesterday I went to the library and got me a library card. Not only does the local library give normal sized library cards, but also gives out the key chain sized ones. It's so cool. I've got a library card - ON MY KEY CHAIN!!!

Mom also found a book I had wanted for a long, long time.

Yeah, that's right. I got it, and I read it. How awesome is that? That means I've only not read the Alpha-Art, but that wasn't completed, so I don't think it counts.

Saturday, March 15, 2008


...The Ides of March.


Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Our House, in the Middle of Our Street

Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs
Sister's sighing in her sleep
Brother's got a date to keep
He can't hang around

Here I am. Here. Not there, here.

Recognize that living room? Of course not. Recognize that furniture in that living room? Of course so. (no, wait, let me redo that, it sounded funny.)


I thought I would wonder around this place for several days before it finally sunk in that this was a different house.

I didn't.

Novelty shouldn't wear off that quickly.

Time seems to have gone into slow-motion. Last Saturday was weeks ago. There is so much doing being done. Gosh, just yesterday, I replaced the dryer outlet (which was much harder and longer than the guy in the hardware shop said), built the last of the three new bookshelves, put all the bookshelves in the basement on 2x4s... after I had completely rearranged all the boxes down there, varnished new table legs and baseboard, took out the tin can recycling shoot (we don't drink enough pop here for that stuff), and STILL had time to blow (quite a bit of it) on computer and piano.

Plus two whole hours of American Idol in the evening.

Gosh golly gee-wiz.

I've been going to bed around 9 o'clock a lot lately. Early to bed and early to rise makes a man stupid and blind in the eyes makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

I should check my email now, but I'm scared too. I haven't touched it in weeks. Who knows what might have grown. It might attack me.