Writing in Class Again

Today I won't complain like I did yesterday, mostly because it's cold out and my fingers hurt a lot today.

Nothing much going on, except I spoke with Mom and we've been invited down to Aunt Wanda's again. If you're a regular reader of this blog, last week Thursday's entry said everything I needed to say on this particular subject.

So Thanksgiving is going to be a complete and utter bust, as far as fun goes. I have to get games installed on this laptop so I can actually DO stuff with it when I'm being ignored next week.

I have everyone's Christmas present except Anna's, because I just haven't gotten to the right store to buy it yet. Sara's done, Mom's done, Dad is always an optional because he's so blasted hard to buy for. Oh. I have to get Lonie's, too...darn. Nearly forgot her again.

Today's been sort of slow; I think I'm on the up from my cold now. My head is clearing and my cough is pretty much gone. I may have actually beat this thing. I was hoping to be able to make the rest of them sick next week (revenge for making me show up at Thanksgiving dinner,) but that would mean I would have to be sick all this weekend and that's no fun at all.

Tomorrow I go a-scanning. You won't BELIEVE how much stuff I have rounded up; and there's more coming yet. I want to get the stuff I have done so that when the next boatload of things to have copies of for England comes in I will be ahead of the game.

I found a thing called the Urban Dictionary today, and just by chance I happened to look up Matt Bellamy. There are many people who truly believe he is a musical genius; a lunatic; or just plain WOW.

What scares me is that I think he's all THREE. Sometimes there aren't words; I have found a person who defies them. There's this...air of distractedness about him when he's being interviewed. Half the time you would assume he's unaware of most of what's going on. Sometimes he doesn't even know what award his band is winning at an award show (thank God for Dom the drummer in these situations)

But there's this pinpoint accuracy focus thing (and he gets really wild on stage, too) that comes on when he's playing piano or singing or playing guitar. And then there's this peaceful, quiet side of him when he's just zoning out.

I cannot sort out whether the man is schizo or just plain amazing.

I'm sorry. Rhapsodizing again...

Gotta go. Class break now, but class starts again in a couple of minutes.

Cheers,
Bec