Not much

Just a quick post about a few random things.

I now look decidedly like Sonic the Hedgehog’s older human brother.  My dreadlocks are too short to actually fall and they are too waxed up to bend so the result is several inch long dread-spikes protruding from my skull.  They might be terrible if I didn’t freaking love them.  Now if I can only start smoking pot and not caring about things I can complete the stereotype…

I had an idea for a new story tonight.  It pretty much only reached through the first line but it was exciting nonetheless.  I scratched down a few words about where I would possibly like to go with it before scampering off to the real world with real statistics homework.

I skimmed through some of my favorite Buffy episodes from season 2 tonight.  I can still remember blazing through those final two episodes of that season and being totally and irrevocably in love with that show.  Even though the BSG finale was totally incredible, Becoming Part 2 still reigns supreme as my single favorite episode of television in the long history of ever.  That show deserves a full run rewatch this summer.

Speaking of redoing awesome things from the past, these are the few things that I have planned out so far to re-watch/read this summer:

1. Buffy in its beautiful entirety

2. The Dark Tower

3. The Lord of the Rings

4. Lisey’s Story

5. The Chronicles of Narnia

6. BSG

Dreads and Friends

I’ve got good friends.  I don’t just mean cool people to hang out with and make dumb poop jokes with.  I mean I have really good friends.  People that challenge me, hold me accountable, are exciting and full of life, share my interests, accept me for me and are just plain awesome.  Tonight, my two best friends sat and dreaded my hair for around 3 hours total even though I, like a kid with an attention span like a chipmunk, had dreads put in last year and cut them off only a month later.  Even though I need dreads put back in because I was too hasty and impatient and distracted, my friends are still incredible enough to take time out of their schedules (busy with papers of the senior sort, papers of the history sort, and general school stress to deal with) to rat my smelly hair.  I’ve known for quite awhile that I’m a lucky person for having these people in my life but there are instances that remind me just how lucky I am.  For a very long time I didn’t really value friendship much.  I sort of saw it as something of a filler to fit nicely in between significant other time but I’ve realized slowly that friends, the good kind, like my friends, are something to be valued and treasured.  They are the people that are going to be with you when times suck and you just need to drown your sorrows in a basket of Applebee’s buffalo wings and they are the ones that are going to be sitting with you on a Tuesday night, running a pet comb through your hair in a way that most people would cringe at.  I am lucky and I know it.   B and K, if you are reading this, I love you both.  You’re both good shit.