Sunday, March 27, 2005

Arghhh ...
So ... yesterday, at archery, I bruised my arm good, only I don't remember if I said this already or not, so I'm saying it again, because it sounds pretty traumatic and impressive to wound yourself at archery, except it's really nothing but the result of stupidity and the desire to tough it out.

And on Friday, we went to B&N, and I spent a $20 gift card I'd had since Christmas on Ray Bradbury collections, because I ran out. I have been in a mild state of trauma since I ran out, and I feel much better now that I'm all stocked up again. However, they didn't have the next volume of Fushigi Yugi, or the new Diana Wynne Jones novel, or (that I could fine) Citizen Tom Paine. See, cuz I don't feel bad buying tons of stuff when I have a certificate to justify spending gobs of money, I wanted to get the manga, another paperback, and an expensive book, because that's what I do, in addition to my gift card spent on Ray. Only, they didn't have the stuff I wanted and I forgot to look for Gone with the Wind.

But it was still a satisfying trip.

And I was looking at Sara's myOtaku account thing, and she mentioned The Martian Chronicles, which reminds me of one of my more horrible bookstore experiences.

"The Naming of Names" is honest to God my favorite story ever. It is contained within said Chronicles, so when I saw an unabridged copy, I was so happy.

CURSE YOU, BALLANTINE BOOKS, WHO KNOW NOT WHAT "UNABRIDGED" MEANS!

Cuz the thing is, there were, in a couple stories, ellipses. Which made me angry, but only a little, since it was only a few. I mean, Usher II was in tact, so I was okay.

Except that the entire part of "The Naming of Names" where they become Martians was abridged away.

I could really just cry.

But anywho, today was Easter.

Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it.

Apparently, some synogogues hand out tickets for holy day masses, to make sure that the people who go to temple every week get a seat on the holy days.

My dad thinks that Catholic churches should too, and I agree. My family and I go to church every Sunday, so why are we the ones in teh back row of a balcony in back where we can't see, can barely hear, and don't have missals or hymnals?

I mean, really, if you don't care enough to go every Sunday, why should you care enough togo on Christmas and Easter?

I don't mean offense to anyone who does, since I know there are a lot of you, but really, it's ridiculous, the way that faith only applies to the holy days for so many people.

Star Wars Life is a quality game.

My aunt gave me a crocheted poncho for Easter. Nothing says cool like a crocheted poncho. I am only wearing it because I am cold, and thanks to clumsiness, it smells like Sunny Delight.

I just spent all of dinner feverishly taking notes on articles on To Kill a Mockingbird, thinking they were due tomorrow. Of course, they aren't, and I realize this only just now.

But overall, today didn't suck ... that's always good.
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