My Weekend

Hello people. So, I went home for the weekend. Let me give you a quick recap. I got a prescription for oral typhoid, which I forgot at home, so that was kind of stupid. I also had some photos of myself taken in my Jedi robe, and then proceeded to walk my dog in it. I spent Friday night at my friend's apartment in downtown Minneapolis, so that was fun. We then walked around the Nicollet Mall for a couple hours in the morning, and went to T.G.I. Friday's. So, that was fun. The rest of Saturday, I practiced my trombone, and did other things. Washed my dog. At night, I went and saw "The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy," which was interesting. I don't know if I'd exactly recommend it, but I don't know if I'd discourage it either. It had its moments, like the fish song in the beginning. It rocked my world. Sunday morning, went to church, played my trombone for our traveling choir thing. A person gave me the Darth Vader voice changing helmet, so I had quite a bit of fun with it. It definitely isn't a fully accurate copy of Vader's actual helmet, but what do you do? And the voice changer doesn't really work, but oh well. At least, it definitely deepens your voice, but it doesn't "Darth Vaderize" it exactly. I saw the girl that I have referred to in the past on Sunday morning, so that was a pleasant surprise. But, all the musings I did made me look at her in a different way. Gosh, I'm just really getting sick of that. But, it happens, I suppose. I wish I could just be friends with people without always having the past shape things. But the unfortunate thing is, as a history major, I have intense interest into the past. I really think it's impossible to understand anything, be it a person, country, civilization, relationship, whatever, without knowing about the past, and learning how that relates to the current situation. So, I think I'm sort of stuck in a perpetual something like that with this person. I need to move on though, and forget those romantic underpinning things, and just focus on the now. Another example, I was very close friends with a guy all through high school. I knew him through my church. As I've gone off to college, and as I got more involved with high school stuff last year, I've lost a lot of contact with him. In the meanwhile, he's sort of gone off on this rebellion thing. And, I want to be there for him, but I keep acting as if nothing has changed from two years ago. That is a problem. So, yeah. I have a band audition in 58 minutes. I feel pretty good about it though. My time is at 6:12. I was quite happy to get that time, as my lucky number is 12. Why 12, you ask? It was number when I played baseball in 3rd and 4th grade, and you have to understand, I loved playing baseball. I hate it that I quit. But anyways, I just liked the number 12, and I played pretty well wearing it. See, there is another situation you would not have understood without history. It's everywhere.