Natalie is the Hottest Babe on the Planet

Read the title, it's the truth. So, to my day. Dude, I keep running into this oboe girl. Today, I ran into her coming back from the music building. Being, her and I were walking in the same general direction. I planned on going up and initiating contact, but a different girl I know came up from behind and started talking to me. Curses. But I couldn't be rude, so my chance was foiled. Lame. But still, it's weird how I am always running into this girl, or walking past her, or whatever. It's just strange. Stranger still that I don't know a dang thing about her save her name and instrument after all these freak occurences. Man I am lame. Oh well. Holy crap, I love Iron Chef. It has to be one of Japan's greatest contributions to world culture. Especially French Iron Chef Hiroyuki Sakai. Man, he is the mackdaddy of anyone who dares to enter Kitchen Stadium. He owns practically everyone who challenges him like a little girl. I wish I was an Iron Chef. I swear, the greatest travesty ever filmed on TV was when Iron Chef Sakai came on the abomination that is Iron Chef America, and lost to Bobby Flay. No way does Sakai, who is practically invincible, lose to that cocky mofo. No way. The judges were obviously on crack, and the contest was rigged. It was like, a trout battle too. Sakai owns anyone, including Bobby Flay. Man, I despise ear training. It just sucks. I can't hear intervals, can't do dictation worth a crap, can't pound out two handed rhythms. It's so dumb. I know it will make me more skilled at music, but seriously. I wish I could just play my trombone, and have that be the end of it. Speaking of trombones, I really would like to get a new jazz horn, specifically a King 3B. If possible, a King 3B Silversonic. Man, that would be beautiful. But speaking of a King 3B Silversonic, Emily, the trombone Star Wars girl, has allowed me to use hers whenever we perform for jazz band. Just, wonderful. I talked with her today for a while about Episode III. She liked it, especially the way in which the forces of good and evil pulled on Anakin. She did not like it when Darth Vader yelled "No" at the end. Eh, it could have been done better, but it could have been worse. Such is the case with many things however. Man, today, I was able to sleep in until 10:15 in the morning. 10:15. Such is the advantage of block scheduling, one of the few. I wish I could write something more profound on this blog. Something that would make people think. I never seem inspired enough though. I'm reminded of a line in "You've Got Mail," where Kathleen feels very small, and is writing to her internet friend after he stood her up (sort of) at the cafe. In fact, she met Joe Fox, her enemy, when really she was looking for NY152, her internet soulmate, who are one and the same. Anyways, she writes how this little bit of nothing in her life (regarding her correspondance with Joe over the internet) means so much more than a lot of somethings. And she ends it with something really romantic like, "Goodnight dear void," sending her thoughts out into the electronic universe where she is really just a small speck of information among billions. I hope my little bit of nothing has maybe touched someone in some way. Even if it isn't a big way. I hope that through the endless examinations of my romantic issues and longing for foreign lands, someone has discovered a perspective they have not seen before. I don't know, I find this sort of communication to be very interesting, because it allows someone to see the experience of someone else free from the controls imposed by regular communication. Like, you don't have to worry about body language, or how people will physically respond, or crap like that. You can just get crap out. And yeah, it's cliche, "I have a blog." Well, why don't you just go shove your Abercrombie jeans right up your ass you neo-hipster Gen Y-er? I hope I'm not perceived of that. In any case, you'd have to shove my Hawaiian shirt or Jedi robe up my ass instead of the fancy jeans. But, you get the point. I hope I don't sound like I'm expounding just to expound. But I don't know, that's the jit. I hope my day goes well tomorrow. I hope I can capitalize with oboe girl. I hope my friends back home have a wonderful year at school. I hope I can do well in ear training. And I just hope I can keep myself sane in the strange path we call life. A strange and beautiful path.