There's a Thought

First, before I start on today, I must comment on a thought that hit me yesterday. I had just gotten home from the gym (post shower...I was no longer stinky), made myself something to eat, and sat for a moment. I was preparing myself to watch a very contraversial movie (which shall remain unnamed), regarding homosexual activity in America, in particular small towns, and I was also going over my earlier class dealing with the standard of life in the London slums of the turn of the century and the atrocities that happened within them. It was somewhere between the gay rights, and the rights of the poor that a very pivotal thought hit me: ichiban is very very tasty. I mean, it's been a staple of my diet for the past four years (a starving student, what can I do?) and I never get tired of the stuff. It's like a little piece of Japanese cuisine heaven (though I'll take sushi over it anytime). This led me to realize how completely random my mind is. On to today. I am sitting here, waiting for Karen to get out of class so that we can play, and angry over the prices the bookstore charges for its books. My brother left for home yesterday. It was very difficult watching him leave this time. I guess, I'm getting used to him always being here (for Chawn), and it really leaves a hole in our home when he goes. I was also sad because my folks couldn't make it this weekend, but I know they were really sad about it too. Aside from that, my weekend was one of booze, boys and beauties (I was a beauty ;) ) Chawn cut my hair on Thursday, and it is once again shoulder length...which I actually really like. It's been a long time since its been this short. I think the last time was when Jamie cut my hair about four or five years ago. How time flies when you are in the throw of school caused depression. Aside from that, not much is new. Getting the usual kitten cuddles. (I love my kitty!)(I love Chawn's kitty too!) They are way too spoiled with love and the like. Arg! Damn my constant but enivetable downfall to kitty charms! (I know my spelling sucks). Oh, really funny thing. I have officially gotten my brothers hooked on one of the shows of one of my gods, Joss Whedon. They are now very much into the short lived (but incredibly fantastic) show Firefly. Seriously, watch it. You won't regret it. And with the memory of one of my two gods still firmly in our minds, I shall leave. After all, this could only get better if I mentioned the other one. ... ... ... DAVID GROHL! More strangeness yet to come.