Sunday, 2006 November 12 3:12 PM CST — Siloam Springs, Arkansas UNITED STATES
Okay, so this is getting freakin' ridiculous. Our Internet in our duplex is out yet again. The sad irony is that whenever it seems to go out, it always happens to be on the weekend when no one is around to fix it. So, right now, I'm in the lobby of the library utilising the wireless connection.
So, this weekend has been both stressful and freakin' awesome. It's stressful because I have a paper due on Monday. It wouldn't be worth stressing over since it's only a two-page paper summarising Canadian sermons, but I, being the overachiever, decided to pick sermons written in French. So, I have to translate the documents before I write the summary for them.
After class on Friday, Blake called me and told me that he was going down to Conner, Arkansas with Bethany to watch the JBU crew put on their play for a competition. Since it was only going to be for one night, I decided to go. So, we watched the theatre company perform their performance of The Curious Savage. It was magnificent; it was much better than the performance that I saw here at JBU. It was really sweet to see Henry get slapped during an intense part of the performance.1 Afterwords, we hung around with the cast and crew at a little party2 at Denny's. Apparently, out of all the plays performed, theirs was two among twelve that actually got a standing ovation. From what I heard, the other plays had to have a recurring theme of lesbian affairs that seemed comparable to The Vagina Monologues. I haven't heard back about what happened in the competition, but they have my very biased and uninformed vote3.
Later that evening, we drove to London where the three of us stayed at Amy's house for the night. I felt like such a schmuck (and we all should have) because we pulled in at about 2:00 AM. Still, Amy was very accommodating to us. If I didn't have this paper to write, I would very much so have liked to stay the whole weekend. However, I have that paper to write, but, instead of writing it, I'm wasting time writing on my weblog.
Quote to ponder: “I sent a pint of my blood to the Red Cross once. They sent it back.” — Fairy Mae, The Curious Savage
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My name is Daniel. I do what any pissy, twenty-five-year-old child of the millennium does: I blog. I just kept doing out when it went out of style.
Also, I'm very vague.