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Greetings!
Did you all know that you can get a medium pepperoni pizza from Little Caesar's for just $5? That's our new plan of attack for lunch break in my studio class nowadays. We send Evil Mitch over to East Wash. and he hooks up about 9 pizzas which somehow all get eaten. Not a bad deal. I still prefer steak quesadillas, though.
Anywho, Walken had a show in Des Plaines, Illinois on Friday night, and we loaded down the 15-passenger van with enough gear for Godspeed You! Black Emperor, but we have about 1/3 or 1/4 as many people, which is the funny part. Zach played his accordion live for the first time to rave reviews, and we projected "It's a Wonderful Life" during the performance. Unfortunately, we didn't get the gas money we were promised, so the donations we received ($4) went right into the gas tank, and we all chipped in about $5, so we wouldn't be stranded 91 miles from home.
The next day, I suffered lascivious wounds at BioLife and bled for a while, but got my game together and made it home on time to be picked up to see "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" with Erin, Jenny, Joe, Brad and Shawn, with resulting hilarity. I don't care what any hipsters may say to the otherwise, it was extremely faithful to the book and was probably one of the funniest movies I've ever seen by far. It basically blew donkeys to rubble.
Afterwards, I went to Hanna's with that crew fora little while, but I had to be on my way to Parker, because I was contractually obligated to see Grease, but alas, the tickets sold out whilst I was in line. Oh, and before anyone tries to turn the tables on me, Kayleigh refused to reserve me a ticket, and I couldn't get a hold of Kevin to help me out on that front either, so blah.
Anyway, I was hardly heartbroken about this state of affairs (though I did fear retribution from Kayleigh) so I asked Jon if he wanted to see... "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Still funny as all get-out 5 hours later.
I discovered that Shawn, Jon and I know every single last line and sound from the "Star Wars Episode III" trailer, including Wookie calls. Moreover, we do all of the lines in character, and I always call out "Jimmie Smits!" when Bail Organa is on-screen for approximately 2 seconds.
We had the last official Cells of this year on Sunday night which was a polyglot mass of joy, contentment, sadness and oddly enough, fear (only in that we were afraid that Eric J. might show up and destroy happiness), but it was also rewarding to look back upon our last year together. Hopefully an officially sanctioned Cells can continue in the Fall, but that sort of depends upon the auspices of the new Salvation Army folks who will be coming soon.
Yesterday, I went to Fond du Lac with Jon so that he could contest his speeding ticket he got on the way to the hXc festival in Appleton 2 weeks back, and because of his stirling record, he'll be paying about $50 less and will now get fewer points off. Oh, and he has 3 months to pay it now. Holla. Furthermore, I think his fly ensemble really helped his case. He kinda looked like a Beach Boy. In a good way.
So now I'm taking today off since my Pro Tools project is done, and it sounds like my dad wants to see... "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy." Go figure.
I'm hardly complaining, though.

XOXOXOXOXO
Ian