So Very Dark

So, having a day free, I have been going though boxes stacked in the closet and trying to properly dispose of the contents.

In doing so, I found a box of old files that contained, among other things, a bunch of stuff from my years in school.

Dude.

All of my teachers loved me.

Except the ones I had those two horrid years I was at crappy Thomas Page (1st and 2nd grade). They were whores. They wrote my mom mean stuff all the time. But once I changed schools, all my teachers thought I was awesome.

I was on honor roll all the time.

My teachers left notes with smiley faces all over my report cards.

My 9th grade English teacher wrote my parents a THANK YOU NOTE for having me in her class and just for having me be so awesome.

I am now prepared to conquer the world in a suit of armor made completely from perfect attendance awards, throwing the light of my total wonderfulness over the land.

Also, I found curriculum guides from back when I was in Montessori school…they made me smile. Very ‘hugs not drugs…ok…maybe a FEW drugs…but only if it’s natural, man.’

ALSO, I found it interesting that back in Montessori school (when I was 5 or 6) one of my teachers wrote that my biggest problem was that when it was clean-up time, I was really bad at stopping what I was doing, that I got very involved in my own little world when I was working on something and DIDN’T want to be disturbed. So weird, ’cause that’s still so totally me. When I get involved in a project, you might as well just go away and come back in a couple hours and hope I’m done then, ’cause I’m not even gonna know you’re there until then. I just find it interesting how early certain parts of behavior and personality exhibit themselves.

Anyway, sorry about the massive influx of blogs today–making up for lost time, maybe? It’s been a while since I had time to share my every passing thought and fancy with my semi-not really-devoted readership.

Alright, I’m off to try to figure out where to put this stuff that’s in boxes. And where the remote got buried…

So, my blog on Friday was totally off.

I wrote about how no snow was expected, then stepped outside to go to school…into a bunch of falling snow. It snowed all morning, and a bit into the afternoon, but by then it was up in the high 30′s and all the frozen stuff was starting to melt.

Today I am off school, off work, and basically homework free! I can do laundry! I can clean the utter disorganization I live in! I can make cookies! I can work on some of my own projects! If I weren’t so well rested, I could take a nap!

On Friday, Briggs and I went to see The Golden Compass:

It was pretty, and I want an Armored Bear, but overall…meh. They just ran into that same problem again where they took a full-length, plot-intensive book and tried to make a movie out of it. They didn’t have enough room. The bear fight was pretty cool, though.

Briggs and I also watched this week:

Bender’s Big Score-

It wasn’t bad, and made fun of Fox a lot, but I feel it fell short of the series. Maybe it was just ’cause I was tired and ended up watching it in two parts, but it seemed somehow lacking.

Anyway, I don’t think that’s the case, as Briggs and I have also started watching Tin Man-

-A Sci Fi channel mini-series version of the Wizard of Oz mythology. I was exhausted last night, and after putting food inside me, my ability to stay awake waned and expired. But what I saw was intriguing and interesting. The main character, played by Zooey Deschanel (Trillian in Hitchhiker’s Guide, among other things) is a troubled ’20 year old’ (she suffers from a slight case of 90210 syndrome) that goes by the name ‘DG’. Her parents end up straight tossing her into the tornado that’s chilling next to the house as the minions of the evil witch search the house, and next thing she knows, she’s in a forest and captured by munchkins that saw one too many ‘head-hunting cannibals in the bush’ movies. She shortly thereafter meets (of course) the scarecrow, tin man and cowardly lion. Although they aren’t *exactly* what we remember from the 1939 classic.

This mini-series IS made by sci-fi channel, which has brought me disappointment in the past (masters of science fiction, anyone?) but, though this is clearly no high-budget blockbuster, my attention was snared and I actively fought the call of Morpheus for quite a while before nodding off. Tin Man isn’t likely to win awards, but it definately has it’s low-ish budget allure.

In other entertainment news (hey…I have no life right now…entertainment news is all I got!) I’m almost finished reading the Dark Tower series by Stephen King.

Childe Roland has almost to the Dark Tower come. At the cost of many lives on both sides. I’m looking forward to the end, ’cause this series was long as hell and I want to read something with less pain, death and puss, but I don’t want to imply that I have not enjoyed this series. It is/was/has been very Stephen King…from what I understand, sort of his Opus. From what the books themselves imply, the core of everything he has written all along. Someone out on the porch at school the other day told me that the ending is crappy. Well, my finger are crossed that what he thinks of as crappy won’t affect me the same, but even if I’m disappointed with the conclusion, it has been quite and enjoyable ride. I have always liked King’s writing, and this series is a rich tapestry that pulls in the mythologies of countless of his other tales, to the extent that I find myself itching to go back and re-read other pieces and tie the pieces together.

Also, in between book VII (the Song of Susanna) and book VIII (the Dark Tower), both of which I own in large hard-back volumes, I read something else. I was at school, and though I knew I was near the end of the 6th book and likely to finish it, bringing the final volume as well as it’s predecessor would have been a painful, spine-mangling task. So instead, I traveled up to the school library and retrieved this:

A Gaiman fan for years now, I have had the Sandman series on my list since the beginning, but never had the chance to pick it up. Well, having read the first graphic novel (which I have been told is much less comprehensible before reading the rest) I am hooked and can’t wait to get the chance to continue with the series.

But not yet. A break from series’ and anything with layers for the nonce. After I finish Mr. King’s multi-volume tale, I believe it will be time for something quite a bit fluffier.