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Jun. 4th, 2003 05:17 pmSo. I graduate this weekend. And yesterday was my last day of school. Today we had marching practice, wherein we were informed that we will be using the step-stop form of marching that you aren't even supposed to use in weddings anymore, for heaven's sake, and we are all way too uncoordinated to pull it off. Also, the guest speaker at our graduation? Will be none other than Susan Collins, your friendly local flat-and-nasal-voiced Republican senator.
I'm getting less excited by the second. Of course, I'm sure that at the actual event I'll be all happy and cry-y and stuff, so I'm okay. (And it's not like ANYONE except the teachers is going to care whether or not everyone marches perfectly, so I'm not exactly going to stress over it.)
And maybe I'll buy earplugs to slip in while Susan drones on.
In happier news, I finally got my tax return check, which means that I have a little money to throw around and will be able to buy Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in the event that I can't find a job before the twenty-first. So today I indulged in a few blank CDs, some of which I gave to Betsey and two of which I used to burn myself one random mix CD, which includes stuff from Voltaire (check out his website, it's hysterically excessively Goth); Rusted Root (our recessional song, "Send Me on My Way");and Jump, Little Children (the song from the finale of Everwood, "Cathedrals"), along with the standard eighties stuff like Annie Lennox and Simple Minds. And don't look at me like that, it's not like I would have bought any of these CDs anyway.
The other CD is one I've been wanting to make for months. See, they stretched the Moulin Rouge soundtrack over two CDs, which means that no matter which one you put in, you only get to hear some of the good songs, interspersed with a bunch of padding crap. So, I took the good songs from each CD (both of which I bought last summer) and put them together in one mix. Now I never have to listen to the junk again.
So, yayness!
Also watched another Substitute movie this morning. It was number three, brilliantly subtitled "Winner Takes All." See, 'cos it's about a football steroid scandal. Get it? Although it does at least have a passing relevance to the subject, which is more than can be said for number four's "Failure is Not an Option." It wasn't quite as sublimely head-scratchingly bizarre as the fourth, but it came damn close (though sadly it had only one instance of gratuitous boobies). There were also a couple of places which really made me cringe - knife through the chin up into the brain, anyone? Eep. Gratuitous violence, weird dialogue, misplaced menace, nonsensical "plot" twists, and Treat beating up a student in the middle of class without so much as a scolding from the dean - yup, I'm buyin' this one too.
I think it would be huge fun to write an Everwood/Substitute crossover, except that it wouldn't focus on the crossover - it would be about something else entirely, with Karl's causing the usual property destruction and death toll happening in the background. I just have to figure out what the main plot would be, and whether to go with "Andy and Karl are total strangers who happen to be perfectly identical" or "Andy and Karl are some random relation, like cousins, who happen to be perfectly identical." And of course by the time I have it worked out I'll have lost interest, but that's the way these things go.
I'm getting less excited by the second. Of course, I'm sure that at the actual event I'll be all happy and cry-y and stuff, so I'm okay. (And it's not like ANYONE except the teachers is going to care whether or not everyone marches perfectly, so I'm not exactly going to stress over it.)
And maybe I'll buy earplugs to slip in while Susan drones on.
In happier news, I finally got my tax return check, which means that I have a little money to throw around and will be able to buy Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix in the event that I can't find a job before the twenty-first. So today I indulged in a few blank CDs, some of which I gave to Betsey and two of which I used to burn myself one random mix CD, which includes stuff from Voltaire (check out his website, it's hysterically excessively Goth); Rusted Root (our recessional song, "Send Me on My Way");and Jump, Little Children (the song from the finale of Everwood, "Cathedrals"), along with the standard eighties stuff like Annie Lennox and Simple Minds. And don't look at me like that, it's not like I would have bought any of these CDs anyway.
The other CD is one I've been wanting to make for months. See, they stretched the Moulin Rouge soundtrack over two CDs, which means that no matter which one you put in, you only get to hear some of the good songs, interspersed with a bunch of padding crap. So, I took the good songs from each CD (both of which I bought last summer) and put them together in one mix. Now I never have to listen to the junk again.
So, yayness!
Also watched another Substitute movie this morning. It was number three, brilliantly subtitled "Winner Takes All." See, 'cos it's about a football steroid scandal. Get it? Although it does at least have a passing relevance to the subject, which is more than can be said for number four's "Failure is Not an Option." It wasn't quite as sublimely head-scratchingly bizarre as the fourth, but it came damn close (though sadly it had only one instance of gratuitous boobies). There were also a couple of places which really made me cringe - knife through the chin up into the brain, anyone? Eep. Gratuitous violence, weird dialogue, misplaced menace, nonsensical "plot" twists, and Treat beating up a student in the middle of class without so much as a scolding from the dean - yup, I'm buyin' this one too.
I think it would be huge fun to write an Everwood/Substitute crossover, except that it wouldn't focus on the crossover - it would be about something else entirely, with Karl's causing the usual property destruction and death toll happening in the background. I just have to figure out what the main plot would be, and whether to go with "Andy and Karl are total strangers who happen to be perfectly identical" or "Andy and Karl are some random relation, like cousins, who happen to be perfectly identical." And of course by the time I have it worked out I'll have lost interest, but that's the way these things go.