For the demands of the crazy

Here is my life:

Lots of stuff happens.

Most of it is either not worth commenting on, or not appropriate to be shared on public forum.

However, I will tell you this:
I went to St. Johns College for a visit, from 3:30-ish on Thursday to 10:20-ish this morning. Everyone smokes, but those who don't say its cool. I liked everything I saw, everything I heard, everyone I met, but not all the food I ate.

Then I saw the newest Zorro movie with my daddy. It sucks. Royally.

Then I saw Jarhead. You must understand that I did not see Jarhead with anyone else. When I went to go see it I had not talked to my friends since 2:15 on Thursday. I sat alone in the theater and ended up waiting around for a little more than an hour before I was able to meet up with friends again. There is a big difference between seeing a movie like that with friends, and seeing it alone and then having an hour to digest it. But either way, I think it would still be, and forgive the language, fucking fantastic. If you can buy the ticket, go see it, and if you can't, get someone who can.

Then I went to go see the play. It was awesome, it was great, and I can make a meatloaf.