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ARRRR, I LOVE ME SOME PIRATES!!!
Now, I know you will all probably think im exaggerating, but I tell you, Pirates of the Caribbean is the best movie ever. EVER!!! It was awesome, definitely in my top ten, we'll see if its still number one when my corsair-based high wears off. Ive also decided anyone who DOESNT like it is either short some gray matter upstairs or just a twisted pit of joy-hating blackness. Im in a buccaneer mood like never before, and its been a while since a movie had me this psyched. I woke up in the night cuz of the thunder, and in my half-dream like state I was sure it was cannon fire, and felt comforted by it and fell right back asleep. They even get in things from the ride, like the 'dead men tell no tales', the song, and the dog. It rocked. I could rant forever, but I shant.
Ive been dreaming a lot recently, as im apt to do when im stressed, which i am because of school and my eternal house guest. For those of you who dont know, i have a crazy uncle. Now mind you I didnt know i had a crazy uncle, or at least didnt htink id ever meet him. Hes my moms half brother and she hadnt talked to him in over 15 years till this summer. She was in Chicago and stopped by. Hes doing teh same job he was doing when he was 18 years old, washing venetian blinds in the garage of a shop. He retires next year at the age of 62. For those of you that arent so good at math, thats 44 years of the same job making like 8 or 9 bucks an hour. Now mind you hes a lonely guy and my mom really doenst have any family so it all worked out okay, even though hes very very rude due to his lack of human interaction, talks VERY loudly, and smells really really bad. Then he invited himself to stay with us for a week. Hes been here since saturday and we're all going nuts. My mom had to explain to him what deodorant was. He had never seen/used it ever in his life. He called some friends back home and my mom heard him say (since he basically screams everything he says) that "these people are crazy, they make you brush your teeth and shower like every day!". Yeah thats the other thing, he didnt pack a toothbrush. For a week long trip. In addition he brought one change of clothes. Its been an interesting week. Good news is hes gone tomorrow, bad news is we are taking him.
Im gone all weekend, which sucks because there are cool people in town and I need people to go see Pirates again with me. Instead, me mom and uncle ken are driving the 8 hours to chicago, dropping ken off, then going to DeKalb to see my new apartment and establish illinois residency. So itll be a LOT of driving, DMV, Voter Registration place...the fun will be pouring out my ears.
The school thing is still weighing pretty heavy too. I got an email from NIU saying ill be getting my first bill in a week or two and my financial aid stuff still isnt straight. In addition ill be getting my course schedule and my first days assignments soon too. Exciting shit. I cant tell if im excited or nervous. Obviously im nervous but more because I know I MUST do well on this stuff if im going to do with my life what I want to do with my life. I have set myself a life-goal benchmark though. Success is judged on money and relationships, right? So when im 48 years old, I want to look at my boat and see whos on it. Then ill see how successful ive been by the size of my boat and how many people are there. I think its the perfect measuring stick.
So today is my last day of work, im in a piratical mood, and ill be damned if I dont commandeer something by the end of the day.
I loved that fucking movie. I love pirates. I need my own goddamn boat.