Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if it were a TV show?  These last couple of days I've been working with my a capella group (Brown and RISD's With One Voice...give it up...concert this Saturday) on a video to show between songs at our concert.  The video isn't really about our lives, but it does give an odd reflection on things, and leave you (well, me anyway) wondering how you could make a TV show out of your life.  Now I think this is more interesting if you exclude the "reality TV" genre...after all, that would be easy to make, just have someone follow you around with a camera, edit it together, and add a cheesy soundtrack.  The wierdness comes from thinking if someone were to make a TV show based on your life...so y'know, they eliminate all the boring bits, and focus on what's truly important.  The thing is, in thinking about it, it's tough to even get past the opening credits...I mean, who get's a recurring role, and thus their own little sequence of scenes/headshots, and who ends up as just a name displayed as a "guest star" at the beginning of any episodes.  Take for example my suitemates...do they each have a recurring character?  I live with them, but there are probably people I see a little more...I dunno, maybe you have to figure out what the focus of the show is before you can figure out who gets to be in the credits.  Would it just be about college life in general?  I don't think that would work...college life doesn't really work on any TV show i've ever seen.  Hmm, this entry seems to have many questions and very few answers...oh well, such is life I suppose, and really, now that i'm actually writing about it, this whole TV show thing isn't that interesting.  Still, I guess it's a fairly fitting ending to this weekend...not that the weekend was dull by any stretch of the imagination, but more because I got a...having trouble articulating...I guess kind of a dose of perspective, wherein some of the things that were looming over my head, when examined in the light granted by a step back, were actually quite a bit smaller than I took them to be...right, semi-philosophical writings from an engineering major, I really need to find better material

      Thursday night, the week is basicly over, I just got back from swing dancing, I'm kinda sweaty, and my hairy, russian suite mate named Boris is in the shower.  Guess it's time for a Xanga update.  Unfortunately, everything I'm thinking of to write right now, and I've already written and deleted a good paragraph and a half about three times, is a bit too personal for a Xanga page...yeah, I think maybe now that the shower is free I'll just partake of that and go to bed.

Where do the days go?  It's already Wednesday, and I find myself at a loss for a good xanga update, but still trying to do one because I feel I should.  It seems like the times that I think of the best things to write are when I am farthest from a computer, and have no time to write anyway.  Yeah, last couple of days have been a little hectic...classes, immunology midterm (yuck), acapella practice, choir practice, a trip to see "The Matrix Revolutions" at 10:30 last night, and a good deal of procrastination on studying for tonights AM165 exam have left me a little tired.  Still, I had a bizarre experience this morning that should make for a fun little update.  (Okay, I'm at work, somebody just asked me for a whole puncher...I'm a computer consultant...why would I have a whole puncher?  Sigh...I think that simply by sitting at this desk people assume I have the answer to most of life's little problems...I suppose "lab consultant" is a fairly general position...maybe I am supposed to have all the answers...maybe I should know where the whole punch is...maybe I'm a bad consultant...oh well, back to this morning)
      So there I was, doing my normal morning thing.  I went to Manning Chapel (everyone who reads this page is a Brown or RISD student, so you guys know where that is), I prayed, I studied the Bible, normal, good morning...I was a little tired from the late aforementioned Matrix viewing of the night before (got back after one, was up at seven), but all in all things were going well (wow, some lady just walked in here...she'd called the cluster earlier to see if anyone had turned in her disk...I told her no...she just walked in here, found it, and then thanked me profusely for all my help...I didn't do anything...must be something about just sitting here...felt nice anyway...alright, no more interuptions, I promise).  So I walk out of Manning chapel, and I'm talking to someone else who was there, and we both hear this loud, high pitched "raaaugh" noise.  It sounded kinda like the mating call of an ostrich/ferret hybrid with asthma.  Both of us froze. 
"Did you hear..."
"Yeah, I did.."
"raaaugh"
"There it is again"
Thoroughly baffled, my companion and I darted nervous glances back and forth, finally settling on the tree from which the noises appeared to be emanating.  "It's probably some mutant squirrel," I joked. 
"Yes, it is," was the reply.  There, in the tree was what appeared to be a normal, gray squirrel, but as I watched, it continued to open its mouth and make that horrible noise.  With the noise identified I said goodbye and walked off toward breakfast, thinking that I'd just had my wierd experience for the day.  Boy, was I wrong.  As I walked toward breakfast I saw a man walking toward me.  He appeared to be in his mid 50's.  He was fairly heavyset, and he wore a dark sweater and a leather coat.  He was also wearing a kilt, large black shoes, black socks pulled up to his knees, and a fur cod piece of a dirty, yellow color.  In his right hand he held a lit cigarette, which he sucked on vigourously as he strode past me, looking slightly peeved about something, though I had no idea what.  I waited until he was out of earshot, and then I burst out laughing...not just because of his appearance, but because...well, I'd just thought that the squirrel thing was gonna be the wierdest thing that happened to me today...and then 6 seconds later, I'm faced with a kilted, peevish, nicotine dependant man who for some reason is walking across the main green of Brown University at 8:30 in the morning.  Anyways, I got a good chuckle out of it...I think it was God playing a joke on me...he knew I was gonna have a long day, and decided I could use a good laugh to start it.  Well, I hope you've enjoyed this update...maybe next time I'll write about what I think of this whole Xanga thing...after all, I'm almost five entries in...might be time for some reflection.

How does one convey a sigh of tired contentment in writing?  I'm sitting here trying to figure it out...just writing "sigh" sounds like your sad, while writing "eraugh" which is closer phonetically speaking to the actual sound makes it sound like your terrified, or in pain.  Well, anyway, insert sound for contented sigh here.  It's Sunday afternoon, I'm just back from Church and eating at the Ratty, and I'm feeling pretty good.  I love Sundays...I don't do any of my work on Sundays, and as I sit here I'm just enjoying going over the things I could do since I'm not gonna study...I could sit around and play guitar...I could read a book...I could watch a movie...ooh, theres an idea...I have a tv card in my computer, let's see what's on.  Hm, it appears to be "The Matrix: Reloaded"...not a bad option, but I don't think I'll watch the whole thing.  Maybe I could just type on my Xanga all afternoon...that's probably not gonna happen either.  Hmm...guitar it is...

Uggghhh, just finished paper for English class...head feels foggy, mouth feels cottony, stomach feels churny, face feels scratchy, hair looks scruffy...I'm kind of a mess.  Least the paper's done.  I think that my general feelings of ennui can be attributed to two things...my lack of sleep, and my diet over the last 24 hours.  Lack of sleep isn't very interesting, but let me tell you, my eating habits in the last day have been anything but normal.
      Dinner Last Night - 7pm - Ordered Free pizza from some college free food website...ordered at 6, pizza came at 7...ate a little over half a pizza and drank a beer left over from one of my suite mates birthday party this weekend
      Snack - 10pm - Pre paper writing - strange, slightly off cookies from same party...also had Americano (read espresso with some water added) prepared by same suitemate on espresso machine he received for his birthday
       Pre-Breakfast - 7pm - met up with other CHC Bible study leaders for Bible study...guy who was supposed to bring breakfast brought 1 lb of uncooked bacon and a large pot of black coffee...declined bacon, drank coffee
        Breakfast - 8:30pm - decided bacon didn't look so bad, cooked and ate half, gave other half to the other two people still there...drank more coffee, ate skittles from random bag of skittles
        Lunch - Noon - 3 Glasses of Water, 1 Glass of Skim Milk, 1 Banana
In summary, when I write, I don't sleep right, and when I don't sleep right, I don't eat right.  Also, I kind of feel like death.  Perhaps it is time for a nap...or a stomach pump...not too sure...nap sounds good.