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Tonight was one of those instances in your life that if you don't pay attention, will just pass you on by. As I mentioned below, I went to the Twins game tonight (they won!) and it was a lot of fun. The instance that I speak of, though, happened in the bottom of the 6th inning. My mom and my sister-in-law were off getting a snack of some sort and so it was just my dad, my brother, and I watching the game. All drinking our beers. Cheering the Twins. Do know how long I've waited for a moment like that? You know what made it so special, as sad as it may be? That I could drink along with them. And I know I've been of-age for a while now, but we haven't really had a situation like this yet. It was like I was finally a part of the club. I wasn't a little kid anymore. It's strange to think about, really. I guess if you've never had a similar experience then I can't describe it....but it was great. And then my dad asked me what I would do if a home run came right at me. I replied that my beer was full and it was expensive, so I'd save the beer and sacrifice my body. Good times.

I'm at my brother's apt. in the cities for a little change of pace. Nothing really new going on. I'm going to the Twinkies game tonight. I'm excited. Not only to see another twins game, but to get some great James Page beer and a Dome Dog. Can't beat it. So that's all I got. Peace.

I had this dream last night. I bought a used cadillac....like a 2000 or 2001....and before I ever drove it, I sent it to this company who would totally change it and "trick it out." For a really great deal. And then I got it back. 3 18 inch t.v. screens inside. 4 sunroofs. Rims. Totally re-done interior. Here's the question, though. Why in the world would I dream about this? I don't even have a car. I really didn't watch any t.v. last night. Kinda weird, huh?

Soo...I was sent my syllabus today for my May Term class -- Major Women Writers -- yup, this class is going to suck. Big time. We have a ton of reading to do every night...not necessarily a lot of pages (probably under 100), but considering it's covering a feminist slant...that's a lot of pages. And we have an assignment for the first day....which is a problem because I don't have the books yet. And I don't think the bookstore will still be open when I get to school. So....the only guy in the class starts off on a GREAT note.

I just got back from the Warburg Wind Ensemble band concert. It was fun. I got to see Meredith....though I didn't really get to talk to her because of a lot of other "stuff" going on, but I still got to see her. And that's always a joy in itself. But the concert was good. A lot better than the band I'm in....like a fellow trombone player likes to say: "We're in the minors. Wind Ensemble calls up our best and brightest to the majors, leaving us to deal with what we've got." I can now say that I won't make it to "the majors." I probably could've had at least a chance to make it next year....but I didn't take lessons this year because I had a class at the same time as band during fall term and could only make it to rehearsal about 1 in every 5 times. And then I was gone Winter Term....and now I'm going to be in CO all summer without my trombone. So all chances to get into the awesome band have gone out the window. Oh well. If I really cared all that much, I would've tried harder in previous years and actually applied myself. But I didn't. Meh.
After the concert I really wanted a beer. But I didn't want to go out alone, and the liquor stores were closed....so I got some margarita mix and made myself a strong margarita. Our liquor cabinet has plenty of gin and vermouth for gin martinis (my dad's fav) and a half a bottle of Tequila. No beer, though. We drank it already. So now I'm confined to mixed drinks. Of which I'm not the biggest fan...oh well. At any rate.....hmmmm....it was good to see Meredith. Did I say that already?

Wow...you can definitely see how bored I get when I'm at home.....I post 10 times as much. So I watched Ocean's 12 tonight. I remember wanting to see it opening night in Cedar Falls when I was on a date with Ann, but she didn't want to see it. Speaking of which, I'm not sure if I mentioned it, but I saw her during finals week while I was back on campus. Now, I stress that I'm no longer interested in her that way, but I AM interested in what exactly happened when she stopped emailing me. And I think she feels bad about it...because she was too busy to talk when I saw her, but she said that during May Term she and I "need to have a talk." Hmmmm....
So anyway, back to the movie -- It was good, except it did exactly what my advisor at school says not to do when writing a story. He always says that not telling your reader what's going on isn't a form of mystique....it's not telling your reader what's going on. In Ocean's 11 you could at least go back through the movie a second time and figure everything out. The script/movie left definite clues. In Ocean's 12, though, there are clues...but they don't add up to anything. Maybe it was more obvious before several editors got to it, but I have no idea. At any rate, it was good....until you analyze the movie...which is usually the case with a lot of movies.
In other news, I've forgotten how much I enjoy the music of "Noise Ratchet." I have their album "Till We Have Faces" on my computer here at home, but no place else...so the only time I can listen to it is when I'm around my computer...which hasn't been all that often lately. Anyway, it's a great album. Especially tracks 4, 5, and 6.

Yet another boring day at home. *sigh* Yesterday my dad and I made some major strides in getting a bird feeder put up in our backyard. Got it assembled. Got the cement to hold the post in the ground. Alas, he had forgotten to call and ask for the underground cables to be marked, so we couldn't dig. I guess that's a job for tomorrow. Now today I went to church, took a long nap....and am bored. I did my usual Sunday morning ritual by going to Engreens after church to get a doughnut. Yeah..by the time I got there all of the good ones were gone, so I had to have some sub-par kind. I remember back in high school Stephanie Finseth always worked that little service desk over by the bakery area and I'd talked to her every Sunday. Now they have an old fat lady working the counter. It's just not the same. At any rate, my mom is giving me grief for not "going outside" and "spending time with her"...in other words, she wants me to spread bark. Except I did the entire yard one summer and it was the worst favor I've ever done, so now I refuse to ever spread bark in their yard again. Maybe when I have my own place, but not here, and especially not now.