This break was good, just about perfect, actually. It was really what I needed to be able to get what I see coming over the next couple of weeks. Between finals, papers and group projects that count for a third of my semester grade, I needed this break, badly.
The GTO concert was cool, though Pomeroy stole the show, as per the norm. I wasn't familiar with GTO, so they didn't grab me quite like Pomeroy always does, but that's no real slight against them. I crowd surfed, and I never crowd surf, I have a long history of being dropped on trust falls.
Thursday was a day of mostly family things, of course, went down to Lincoln to see the Culpeppers, which is always fun. They're another pastor couple that my family has been friends with since well before I was born. My sister has been friends with their daughter pretty much their entire lives. They are almost as dirty minded as my parents, and are therefore an excellent group of people to play Balderdash with. If you are unaware of how Balderdash is played, it's a game of words that no one has any business knowing: nidificate, piffelo, snie, breedbate... for a few examples. You guess the definition of the word, if you really have no idea, you just make something up, and people vote on answers. There was more than one masturbation joke.
After we got back in Omaha I went pretty much straight to Liz' and watched far too much of the Great Land of Small.
Friday I ate lunch with my parents and went and saw Timeline with them and Alan. The movie was.... alright, though the more I think about it, the less I like it. After that Alan and I went DDRing and stopped by his dorm, where I took a shower because I can't stand the feel of dried sweat. Ran back to Jason's and watched T3, which was humorous, and Shawshank Redemption, which rocks on so many levels I can't begin to count. Of course there was hot-tubbing, and what-not, there was so much hot tubbing that Jason had to refill the hot-tub.
Saturday I spent most of the day with family, ran a couple of errands and bought the new Guster CD which I burned along with my other two Guster CDs for Brooke. After a late, irritatingly late, dinner I ran over to Burke's where he hooliganed about until such a time as Laura insisted on rescuing Brooke, even though she really didn't need rescuing. Came back to Burke's and watched most of the rest of the extended edition of LOTR: Two Towers, which is wonderful. That done we headed to the Dundee for Predator, what a bad, bad movie. The crowd at the Dundee was... lacking, but I managed to enjoy myself anyways.
After the movie I dropped people off and more or less said my good-byes and "see you in a few weeks," and headed home. Stayed up for a bit longer and went to sleep about 3 or 4. (My sister had my alarm clock so I really don't know.)
Sunday I woke up to the sound of my sister falling down the stairs (she was fine) and yelling to me that it was already 11 (when church started.) Quick showered and threw my things together and drove to church at a... reasonable speed. Church was.... church, Alan, Steve and Eric were there. We ate lunch together minus Alan who had to run over to his dorm. From there I went to the airport and now I'm here.
I'm all blogged out.

This is an actual conversation between myself and Jason, no names have changed, because none of us are really innocent, are we?
Parentheses are my commentary on this conversation.
ZilusQuarth: your blog, it's huge
DivineConman: Oh yeah
(You know what they say about a man with a big blog ladies.)
ZilusQuarth: "I got married, and that was fun, but I lost my wife, I haven't seen her since then actually... "
ZilusQuarth: care to explain?
DivineConman: I got married, why is this so complicated?
ZilusQuarth: um....
ZilusQuarth: I don't know where to begin
ZilusQuarth: first off, really?
DivineConman: I have a certificate
ZilusQuarth: is it legal and everything?
DivineConman: Maybe?
(Honestly, whenever I say maybe, it means no.... usually)
ZilusQuarth: is that an, "I was too damn drunk to know."
DivineConman: No
DivineConman: I was sober
ZilusQuarth: ok...
ZilusQuarth: so have you managed to see her since?
DivineConman: Yeah, I saw her at lunch today.
DivineConman: Her name is Payal
ZilusQuarth: ok
ZilusQuarth: so who is she?
ZilusQuarth: how did you meet?
DivineConman: She rooms with one of the people in the play.
DivineConman: She's cool, even if her name is "Pile"
ZilusQuarth: lol
ZilusQuarth: so how well do you know her?
ZilusQuarth: do you know her last name?
DivineConman: Not all that well, and no.
ZilusQuarth: lol
ZilusQuarth: well isn't it Jensen now?
DivineConman: She proposed
DivineConman: I dunno, we never really talked about that part.
ZilusQuarth: lol
ZilusQuarth: wow
DivineConman: It was sort of... sudden.
DivineConman: Heh
ZilusQuarth: so it seems
ZilusQuarth: so where did you get it done?
DivineConman: At the Student Union, they were doing marriages there that night.
ZilusQuarth: who was performing them?
ZilusQuarth: and are you sure you were sober?
(Why is it no one believes me the first time I tell them?)
DivineConman: I'm positive I was sober, and it was one of the students there.
ZilusQuarth: so what gave a student the ability to perform a marriage
DivineConman: I dunno, I think they were assigned to.
(Actually they took one of those "ordained over the internet things," really...)
ZilusQuarth: ok...
DivineConman: So have you finally reconciled the whole marriage thing?
ZilusQuarth: no
ZilusQuarth: I'm still trying to figure out if it's a joke
ZilusQuarth: normally I'd just assume it was, but it's you
(I really, really, really represent that remark.)
DivineConman: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
ZilusQuarth: usually when you joke it's not in a blog
ZilusQuarth: but I'm still assuming it's a joke
ZilusQuarth: because I'm not yelling at you
DivineConman: I have yet to lie to you, I can tell you that much.
(I never lie, I just shade the truth.)
ZilusQuarth: well I never questioned that
ZilusQuarth: I'm just trying to figure out if it's legally binding
ZilusQuarth: probably not
DivineConman: Odds are against it
(They usually are in my case.)
I was laughing my ass off at Jason's expense this entire time. Honestly, me? get married? Heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeee
The thought makes me giggle.
PS:Dan was so drunk last night that he tried to brush his teeth with his razor. He was stopped, thankfully. "Bleeding Gums Dan," just doesn't have the same jazzy ring to it as Murphy does.

Bloggitybloggitybloggityblog!
Lemme see, what to blog about, what not to blog about?
Tried out for the play, didn't make it, sad, but it's a small cast, and no freshmen got cast at all.
However, I am doing crew, I always said I did theatre for the people I met doing it, I suppose it's time I started backing that up. They're going to pay me for it too, so that's fun, get me out of the freaking commons.
Hmm... the past week or so have been pretty standard. I aced my last Philosophy test, found out I got a B+ on my History midterm.
Took it easy the Friday before last, and got drunk enough to be sick the next day Saturday. Pina Coladas=alchoholic slushy. Rest of that week went pretty well, went to fencing, once more left wondering why I go. I don't like to think of myself as arrogant or self aggrandizing, but... I actually succeed doing my "drunken fencing" thing there. These are things that should not work.
Hmm... this last weekend, which I guess is still sort of going, was a blast, well Saturday was. Friday was... blah. I was just in one of those chill in my room moods. I got married, and that was fun, but I lost my wife, I haven't seen her since then actually... Saw Pirates of the Caribean again, and that was fun too, but, again, just wasn't in the mood. But I'd told a lot of people I would be there.
Saturday, however, rocked hardcore. Spent the day doing all the chilling I'd had to avoid on Friday until around 5:15 when I went up to Nick's room. Nick comes out wearing a bowling shirt, a tie, and has his black hair up in a mohawk. We meet Chris downstairs and head out to Nick's car. After running by Brockway to finalize our plans we head out for Milwaukee. We get to Milwaukee (downtown Milwaukee is really, really pretty, btw), and we wander around for about 30 minutes trying to find the dorms for UWM. See, it was uber-foggy, and we couldn't see them until we were almost right on top of them. (These dorms are TOWERS, btw, it was really, really, really foggy). We pick him up, and head over to where the MSI show was, a place called the Rave. It was a pretty nice set up, perfect for the size of the crowd. Chris and I headed over to McDonald's, him because he hadn't eaten since breakfast, and me because I burn a LOT of calories during concerts *g*. We finished that up and we headed back over to the show, got frisked again and came in to hear the last song of Uncle Fucker, the opening band. They were.... sub-par. Tubring, the next band was pretty good, I need to find some of their music. I got into the crowd for a bit there, lost the hearing in my right ear more or less, I never really needed it I guess. I got out of the crowd about halfway through their set and found the rest of the group from Ripon and hung out with them until MSI started setting up. A bit before MSI started their set we started moving forward through the crowd and got about halfway before we hit the spot where it becomes more or less a solid mass of people. Once they (MSI) started playing though I kept on getting closer and closer thanks to a combination of stage pressing and accidental/purposeful moshing. I actually managed to get up to the rail and stayed there until I decided I liked where my organs were and managed to escape. I moved my way back, got thrown back into the mosh pit, and had to act as a wall so a couple of girls who'd been knocked over could stand back up. By the time I got back to the people I'd started with I'd actually managed to sweat through both of my t-shirts.
After the concert I managed to get my copy of the Republic signed twice, once by the drummer chick, who drew all over the picture on front, and by Jimmy Urine, who also made out with a girl through it. Page 103 now says "Urine" over where Plato is talking about how a military should work in the Republic.
And yes, I told him that he, "Signed my boyfriends book in Omaha." He looked at me and he said, "Oh, you mean the Oedipus thing?" I shouted back, "No, in Omaha, my boyfriend." His eyes got kind of big for a second and said, "Oh!" Before moving on to the next person. I got to disconcert Jimmy Urine, whee!
The drive back was really fun, we wandered around Milwaukee for a bit, again, really pretty. Chris lives there so he knew his way around the city pretty well.
We finally decided to leave and we started back towards Ripon. Now, it had been foggy before, but it quickly deteriorated, we could only see about 4 of the stripes in front of us. Thanks to this wonderful condition we ended up rolling over the corpse of a deer. Now, we were all still basking in the afterglow of a good concert, (also, a good deal of second hand weed smoke.) Therefore, this unfortunate deer's condition was HILARIOUS (as was the rest stop with the door that had no handles, only buttons.) We checked his car at the afore-mentioned rest stop, and besides his car's new toupee (lots of hair stuck in his bumper) there was no damage. Well, we were going to call the state troopers from Nick's cell phone, but we got lazy. So we spent a good portion of the ride back theorizing about what would happen as a result of us not calling them.
Headline: Bus filled with future world leaders overturned after hitting deer, no survivors.
Headline: MSI tour bus overturned after striking dear corpse, Jimmy Urine fatally injured.
Headline 3 days later: Jimmy Urine rises from grave and is proclaimed the messiah, goth-punk-groupie-chicks are heard to say, "Told you so."
And today I chilled, watched a shit-load of Zim, and tried to read parts of this Saladin biography, key word tried.

I'm tired of being apologized to.
It's certainly not enough to ruin the good mood I've been in for pretty much all of this week, but it's getting a bit annoying.
People seem to think that I will see them as weak if they actually express strong emotions in front of me. Or even if they don't think I will see them as weak, they will feel weak doing so in front of me. And it's more than one person.
I don't ask anyone to conform to my standards or desires, as far as I know. I've tried to keep any sort of silent disaproval to a minimum. I try to just keep myself as well centered and balanced as I can and be there when I'm needed, no more or no less. I wouldn't ask anyone to deal with their problems the way I do, if nothing else my recent breakdown in faith in myself should reflect that. All I ask is that people don't be dis-honest with themselves. That they do what it is that they feel is right, and let the other matters sort themselves out. Have I been doing something different without noticing it? If so, I really need to know.
I'm not strong, I'm not different, I'm just scared.

Well, I told Elizabeth I would have a new blogskin set up, and here it is. I'm changing the name of the blog (again). Heh.
Here's the song that I stole the name from.

"Black Friday Rule" -Flogging Molly

I want to believe in myself once again
So I dream of a man whose hopes never end
To kiss with a girl who's as lovely as you
I'd give you my heart, if you gave me the truth

And for every tear that is lost from an eye
I'd dig me a well where no man could destroy
I want to believe in a freedom that's bold
But all I remember is the freedom of old

Well I lost me a wife, so I found me a plane
Flew all the way to California
This mess in my head is a mess getting out
Ya drink too much coffee, I drink too much stout

But after a while, when my mouth's not so dry
I'll dance up a storm, sure life's looking fine
But as darkness falls, I return to my bed
Don't ask me more questions, don't fuck with my head

I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe
I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

The buildings they shake but my heart it beats still
Oh mother of Jesus, I feel pretty ill
I want to go home where my feet both feel safe
But there ain't no jobs in the old free state

So I must remain in my new adopted land
I'm doing the best, Hell I'm doin' all I can
So next time you see me, don't ask for my name
For I am the King and sure long may I reign

I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe
I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe
I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

Well, I promised a real blog, and here it is, I'll keep it simple and go day by day.

Tuesday: Had to get up god-awful early, as in prior to the Sun coming up to say hello, in Wisconson, the sun says hello very, early. Went to perform for a bunch of less than enthusiastic high schoolers. Skipped Spanish because I was too tired and cranky to sit through it. Just chilled for the rest of the day. Went in for dinner and got dirty looks from the student manager because I wasn't working, but hey, I asked for that week off.

Wedsnesday: Pretty normal day for the most part. Went to all of my classes, talked my mouth off in History because we were talking about the Guild system. The prof. seemed surprised that I knew the average age of apprenticeship, and how long an apprenticeship lasted. Heh, I'm a big history dork, I admit it. We had the real opening night, and the show went great. Very responsive audience. Afterwards we had a Q & A session with some of the classes that were there. None of the students asked anything, but I thought Bob (the director) was going to get into a fight with one of the English professors there. See, Bob added this little bit to the script where there is a reconciliation between Hermia (one of the lovers) and Egeus (me, Hermia's father who was trying to bully her into marrying who he wanted her to by threatening the death sentence, more or less.) All I did was come out on stage after the Mechanicals' play and we hugged and I walked off. But that's still adding to Shakespeare, heh.

Thursday: My dad and I went to dinner before the show. Show went fine, the audience wasn't quite on top of it as they were last night. My zipper broke about five minutes before I went on stage. Managed to fix it just in time, heh.

Friday: Went to lunch and dinner with my dad. He went to a couple of my classes. Show went great, we had a few people with... distinctive laughs, to say the least. We could hear them over the PA in the green room. By distinctive, I mean putting Jon Kasworm to shame.

Saturday: Ate lunch with my dad at the commons. He wanted to meet me at 9 for Brunch, I.... declined. Heh. After lunch we went to Osh Kosh and watched Matrix: Revolutions. I personally enjoyed the movie immensely. The Neo Smith fight was well done, if a bit DBZ for me. We went out and bought a printer for me, and my dad accidentally bought the super nice paper for me. After that we stopped by KFC, grabbed some food, headed back to my room, set up the printer and he dropped me off at the auditorium. The show, once again, went well. After that we started the striking, which went fast, but still took about an hour and a half or so. Basically we didn't get out until 12:30. At which point it was time for the cast party. I had a lot of fun at the cast party. I had lots to drink at the cast party. I learned something new, do not eat cake, and then dump liquor shots on it, your stomach will make unhappy noises at you and make its displeasure known. I got back to my room about 10:30 the next morning... maybe I had too much fun.

Sunday: I did... nothing Sunday. I barely left my room all day. I didn't even do all of my homework. Most of the day was just a struggle to maintain wakefulness until such a time as I should go to sleep. I only got about 2 hours of sleep on Saturday.

Monday: Skipped my 9 o'clock, didn't miss anything, figured it was a safe gamble. Had an open book test in Philosophy, forgot my books, *smack* I think I'll manage. Heh. Worked, came back, and talked on the internet for a loooooong time. Watched Men of Honor and went to bed about 3 or so.

Tuesday: Slept in until about 12:30, got about, showered, and ran over to Spanish, barely made it. And now I'm here.

I'll have a real blog up in a few days, once the crazy dies down, ie. play is over, dad is home and I finish the load of homework that got dumped on me all of a sudden. Monday or Tuesday.

DivineConman: Cockmonger
twiggynumber: therefore, ass pillow
twiggynumber: i am not! i never charge.
DivineConman: Cocknaut
twiggynumber: cockherd
DivineConman: When Taria was in a good mood, she was fun to mess around with. After AP English we would have the root word of the day sometimes.
DivineConman: Cocksuit
DivineConman: Cocknaut is my personal favorite.
twiggynumber: cockdevil
DivineConman: Cockchute
twiggynumber: cockdancer
DivineConman: Cockchute is so much better than cockdancer, cockblanket.
DivineConman: Pre-emptive insult!
DivineConman: Cockwig
twiggynumber: cockblanket is just obvious, cockbandit.
DivineConman: What's wrong with being a cockbandit you cockburger?
twiggynumber: I never said there was anything wrong, cocktaco.
twiggynumber: and cockwig is just personal, cockosaur.
DivineConman: So, don't like it when things get personal cocklocker?
twiggynumber: I'm just saying, it's a low blow, cockstealer.
DivineConman: Again with the cock theft you cockstalker.
twiggynumber: yeah, well, what with the stealing, and the sex...
DivineConman: Does this mean I win?
twiggynumber: um
twiggynumber: sure
DivineConman: Sweet

"If one or both memebers of a married couple appear before an ecclesistical judge to request a seperation because of this obstacle (sexual impotence), he shall give them another three years to live together and make them swear to try to have intercourse."
Late Medieval Laws Concerning Women
The form by which marriage might be annuled due to sexual impotence.

Can you imagine a judge telling you that you'd better have sex or else?

Happy Halloween all, even if it's not really Halloween anymore, I didn't get around to the whole blogging thing until, well, now obvously. There's not much to post here, but there are a couple of things.

We finally ran the play through with tech, make up and costume, it went more or less like it was supposed to, will wonders never cease?

And yes, I did dress up for halloween, but I decided I wanted to try something different. I dressed in black shoes, black socks, black pants and a black shirt. I borrowed a black leather jacket. I put on white pancake make-up, and put on clown makeup in black over that, even did black lipstick. I super gelled my hair up, and I sprayed it black first, and then I sprayed some electric blue. The finishing touch was spraying a clown nose black. It was fun, because no one who saw me knew who I was until I took off the nose.