Okay, so Im sitting here thinking about how odd it is that my lsat post is entitled Close Encounter, when I was going to call this one "Closer", seing as I am going to go watch that movie tonight with Elizabeth (my RA) and Ruth. You know the movie...the one with Julia Roberts, Natalie Portman, and the oh so handsome Jude Law...and Clive Owen. I know, right now your asking yourself, who the hell is Clive Owen? Well, I suggest you stop before Elizabeth hunts you down, and kicks you...or punches you in the throat.

Anyways....back to the NOW title of the post... The other day, I as just chillin in my room, and opened up my Christmas playlist, and start listening to it moreso than Emily who has come to share tales of her dramatic life with me. And she's talking, I'm pretending to listen, the song changes, and I notice that it's, Chesnuts Roasting On An Open Fire, but I have 3 versions of the song, so Im kinda waiting to see who's singing it....suddenly I interrupt Emily and start screaming "WHAT THE HELL!" HOLY CRAP! NOOOOO!!!!! Within 3 secs after the vocals start, I know who the artist is, snd I turn to my computer, and yes, there is a big fat picture of his album cover next to the title, confirming my thoughts.

I immediately run from the room and start accusing Ruth of putting a Clay Aiken song on my computer, in my Xmas playlist...she denies it, and I run and interrogate Abby, who also claims innocence. I finally realize I left Emily in my room, and she is probably on my computer playing Solitair... so I go back...and she is. I delete the song, and all is right with the world again.

Later in the evening, I am talking to my roomate, and she is telling me something about her mom, and once again, I had my xmas music playing softly in the background. For some reason throughout the storie I am finding myself distracted, and I finally tune her out, and try to think of what it is that's bothering me....and that's when I hear it....WINTER WONDERLAND!!! Not by Elvis Prestly, Christina Christian, or Phantom Planet (the only ones I downloaded) BUT CLAY AIKEN!!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON! I shout, as my roomate stares at me confusedly (is that a word?...it is now, for the purpose of this story). I feel like sobbing...why are they doing this to me!!!!!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!! IS this my payback for blaring Reba McEntire through the hallway?

Ok, tangent time---the other day I was talking to HOlly, and asked her to guess what I was listening to. She responded, Christmas Music, or Reba...when in fact had she said that 5 minutes prior, I would have in fact been listening to Reba Christmas Music..however I wasnt. But it made me laugh anyways.

Ummm, I dont think this tangent leads back to the main story..I think it was pretty much over with, so...on to something else.

So the other day, in my Mass Communications we were discussing the wonderful invention of RADIO!!! So naturally my crazy pot teacher burst into Donna Summers, "On the Radio" O woa oh oh ooo....sorry. Anyways, this leads to her telling us how big of a disco queen she was during the 70s, which I probably could have guessed. And someone mentioned how they'd love to see her making her husband get out on the dance floor and "boogie on down" (excuse my subtle attempts to drop song names...none of you will get it except maybe Maggies mom) Moving forward..she hadnt met her husband untill she was 33--which was her Christ Year. Okay, if your lost, when your 33 it is your Christ year and something huge or wonderful is supposed to allegedly happen to you...aptly name Christ Year, because it was the year of age Christ died...get it?

ANyways...that leads somehow to a discussion of Passion Of The Christ and a lovely little story about some stupid girl in a class last year, who after seeing the movie said aloud in class, "I didnt realize they were so mean to Jesus".....riiiiiggggghhhht, cause driving nails through his palms and hanging him from a cross, just hurst a tad...definition: crucified (even that word sounds deathly...what an idiot--sorry, but, cmon?) So another story about how concessions probably failed horribly during that movie, cause its not like anyone would want to be sitting there eatin Juju Bees during the film.

SOOO, naturally this brings up some joke with Jews, and arises a nastalgia in our teacher who tells us about a production she did once of The King and I, with a pretty much all Jewish cast exluding her and one other woman, so there was an impromptu duet, "Getting To Know You, Getting To Let You KNow Me..."or something like that. BUT the words were obviously changed to, "Getting To Know Jews"...and then teacher here and her buddy, would pop out and say, "Gettin To Hope Jews Like Meee!"

There was also some random conversation about Gumby and Poky ("something's fishy Gumby!") which I dont recall much of, and one point where someone decided to let their phone continue to ring, instead of shutting it off or even just answering it, and Teacher gave the ringtone a rating of 7, simply because she could dance to it. And then class was pretty much over.

I love that class. I will miss it next semester. If only I can make it there. Im still being held down under mouds of papers that must be finished, turned in, and hopefully turned back with respectable grades before I can guarantee anything. As if it werent insane enough that I have at least one major paper due for each of my classes, but for some I even have TWO!!!! What is that about!? I have 2 in my Brucie class...and neither have anything to do with Brucie!? Oh yeah, and about 5 books to read too.

....Maybe I should go do some of that, so I feel less guilty about going to see a movie tonight...? Hmmmm......

(There Reid are you happy!? I updated my blog! Now go do whatever it is my mom told me Im supposed to remind you to do!..hehe, sorry mom I have no memory whatsoever)

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