V-Day Comeith

So, I walked into Hallmark 20 minutes ago to get my mom a Valentine's Day present, and audibly laughed as I walked in the door. Now, it wasn't a long laugh... It was maybe a loud chuckle... Enough to make a few people look up from their noise-making and song-singing cards and stare at me instead of the ridiculously red shelves that lined the store. I was laughing because I was confronted with the typical Valentine's Day stereotype: "Men wait until the last second to buy something."

The male:female ratio in the store was easily 10:1

I was also laughing because I was joining their ranks. I was one of those men who was waiting to get their gift at the last second... Life is so fun...

School has been presenting me with constantly renewing dilemmas recently. The SATs are over and done. Thank goodness. My scores are going to be an interesting valentine’s day present.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been up early and up late working on school… Frantically turning in assignments with a hair’s breadth of time before they’re due.

I'm going to be using HippoCampus for my religion studies... Hinduism is this week!

Trig is... going... I'm doing two days worth of it every day.

German is making sense. Although having 12 different ways to write a verb (I'm not even kidding) depending on what tense and person it's in seems a bit eccentric.

Russian lives on. I think I may want to teach my kids Russian. It just sounds so cool... Almost like an encrypted version of English. Of course, If I teach my kids Russian, they won't be able to go to Grove City without learning another language... *cough*

"A Time For Us" by Nino Rota, Composed for 'Romeo and Juliet'

Providentially Romantic,
-Wes

Music from Ages Past

As I mentioned in a previous post, my iPod is dead. This, however, does not mean that I am AT ALL generally lacking in the music department. I got a bunch of new CDs for Christmas, and my mom got an under-the-cabinet CD/Radio. Jeremy Riddle and David Crowder have become my almost constant companions. I’m really enjoying “God of All Glory, Stand in Awe, Sweetly Broken, God Moves (or whatever track 10 is)” and “Oh The Glory of It All, Neverending, and Rain Down” respectively.

As to the title of this post, it refers to the fact that I did something pretty...well...retro a few nights ago. My dad and I were listening to "The Wall" by Pink Floyd on the record player today, and he said "You know, Pink Floyd is really meant to be listened to in a darkened room with headphones on." It was just a passing comment... But it gave me an idea.

So, it was about 11:00. Everyone was asleep. I opened the stereo, plugged in some headphones, and set the record rolling. There I sat for 20 minutes or so, sitting slumpedly by the stereo. [ha... Alliteration.] Somewhere halfway though "comfortably numb" I thought to myself, 'gee... I wonder how many teenagers did this same exact thing when the album came out.' It was a really cool feeling. Somehow, I related with the past in a completely new way.


Today's song: Comfortably Numb.
"Hellohellohello. Is there anybody in here? Just nod if you can hear me."
"And I... Have become... Comfortably Numb."


Not Quite Numb,
-Wes

P.S. I know "Slumpedly" isn't actually a word.