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| I don't have a whole lot to report just now, but I realized that it had been a while since the last update and I may as well waste some time here before I get so bored I do my homework. Oh well. Hope everyone is well, if any one wants to play magic this weekend, let me know: there is City Champs at Dreamers. This is the Beta Season so hopefully there will be a good turn out. The format is Legacy. Also, my brother won the Monster Den Legacy event this weekend, so if you see him, give him props. If not, go to hell.
That's about it I think. Hope everyone has an alright Valentine's Day.
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| I moved. I have a walk in closet.
In my head, there was a guy. He said:
"Hey Derek!"
To which I replied...
"Ummm... Hey... whats up?"
He sized me up and down and said to me,
"You don't look like a sucker. You're not a sucker are you?"
I couldn't say yes... I'd look like a sucker.
"No sir!"
"Good. Because I have a deal for you. Do you want to hear it?"
I figured the deal was for people who weren't suckers, so I said:
"Hell yes"
"Listen, I'm selling hours of your life. This is the hottest commodity on the market. It's how you make money, and it's how I make money. And I am willing to sell you fifteen sweet hours a week that you don't already have."
So, I moved to Minneapolis and now live like ten-ish minutes off campus. I don't live with people I have known for years however. I live with four people I don't know and one that I sort of do. Please don't let them have horrible habits. No crazy fucking...
Hopefully there won't be a terrible initiation ritual involving me being woken up at four in the morning and made to strip nude while blindfolded and paddled.
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| The goal of life is to live forever
The purpose of life is to die.
Figure that one out.
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| Perhaps the man who invented Xanga had a paper to write and instead wrote the code for a medium quality blog rather than do his paper. Wouldn't that be a laugh. I've gone over the past four or five entries I've made and they all deal with me procrastinating over a paper. Here I am again.
I had a final on Saturday morning and that went poorly at best. I don't really want to talk about it *scuffs shoe morosely*. I followed the final with a mediocre day of Magic. I should write a tournament report. If any Magic geeks want to read a 6 round tourney report for Hai-Thresh, let me know. If not, forever hold your piss.
I watched the Eragon Movie on Friday and if you have read the book, or even read any book, in your life, do not see this movie. It bastardizes everything that was good about the book. I have a feeling that the screen writer and director and actors and producer did not read the book, wrote their own script with numerical variables in the place of names for the characters, then when the damn thing was done, they randomly assigned these variables the names from the book. That's how closely the movie resembles the book. It would be like watching LotR and having Gollum played by Mr. T, whose real role in the movie isn't clear until he pops the question to Frodo, "Are you prepared for the coming of Jehovah?" Yes, ladies and gents, it was that bad. Please boycott this movie for the sake of all involved.
I was just getting to trust Hollywood again, too.
In other news, I miss my apartment. I've been home for like the past week, and I stopped by the place on Friday and got that "Oh, I miss this place" feeling. It was clean! For those of you that live with me and read this, that made me happier than a lad on Christmas morn! Thanks. I think I'm going to spend some time there this week, at least Wednesday night, as I think I'm going to the Brooklyn Park Perkins to play some hardcore Magic with some hardcore devils. Ah, good times. You know, maybe I should just print out my blog and turn that in. I'm sure that I've discussed the similarities that nature plays in several works in here somewhere. If not, who the hell is going to read all this anyways?
Not much else to report on the Western Front. Kinda quiet to tell you the truth.... Almost all quiet. Ah! I finished the book East of Eden, which was extraordinary, especially when you take into account that all that insight into life came from the mind of a Californian. I'm going to assume that John Steinbeck lived in a time when California was truly a land of opportunity, not idealistic, elitist non-conformists that all look and talk alike. Oh, how I hate California. Timschel! (Read East of Eden)
I've been talking to the ex recently. Why do people do that? I guess because life becomes too predictable and one wants to throw some pain and suffering in there. And what better way to do that than dragging up past pains and regrets? Good Lord this is a long post. I must really not want to do this paper. Maybe I'm just warming my fingers up to type that essay of mine. Yes that must be it. In that case, I should not stop for all the tea in China. Oh well, I like coffee too.
See you all soon.
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| I am sitting in Coffman Union right now, waiting until I go to my English class so that I can turn in the worst paper I have ever written. No really. Its bad. I don't even know what it's about. It may or may not have a thesis. I'll have to check on that. I know it doesn't have a conclusion and will irritate my professor to no end. I'm kind of glad for this, as I won't have to deal with it any more. I've gotten to that point in the semester that I almost honestly don't care any more. Almost.
So, I'm not going to have a whole lot of time over break, but I'm sure that there are at least a few of you that I'd want to see. If you think that this person may be you, let me know! I'll be sure to let you know where you stand.
In all seriousness, I'll try and have some get together at either my parent's house or the apartment over break. I'd be more than happy if any one showed up. Any one but YOU that is...
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