So we go from 82 degrees to 35 degrees in two days…. man…. OHIO WEATHER SUCKS! Aaaaaand on that note… I’m off to read and do homework. 
Mood: Eyes say tired, but brain says “NO!”
Music: Stealers Wheel – Stuck In The Middle With You
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I’m not one to bash people publicly… but this dude is protesting the war…. fine… ok… great… but can we really take him seriously when he’s dressed in a pink tiger striped skirt, a tight pink shirt, with facepaint, and a flying nun hat?
MAN! The freaks come out an night…. I’ll tell ya…
Mood: gUde… I went to Wal-Mart and bought stuff… 
Music: Smashing Pumpkins – We Only Come Out At Night
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Easter Services went well… nothing bad… had 5,800 people…. or so I hear… I never saw any since I was back in my media room….
OK…. so get this… I’m walking back to my room after class and what do I see? Two pirates walking out of an elevator carrying a video camera…. I knew one of them from past classes…. but my only words to them were “OK… I don’t care what you’re doing…. THAT’S SWEET….” They just thanked me and kept on walking… Campus life provides such crazy times…. I love it… Heck… speaking of crazy times, at lunch today two guys were sitting at the table and had a cell phone with the pay-phone by Wal-Mart’s number programmed onto it…. so they called…. no one answered unfortunately… but had they, the idea was to confuse them by immediately saying, “Welcome to Wal-Mart, how can I help you?” or…. “Need a cart?” Man… Luke… there’s a video idea in there somewhere….
NOW, it’s time for you to hear my crazily detailed insane dream I had last night…. this is SO odd… normally you can pinpoint where certain aspects of your real life came into dream form…but all of this is totally random… check it:
So Luke and I are standing in the desert under a bright sun… on a fenced in tennis court… surrounded by sand mounds, we chuck a golf ball and a broken hockey stick as far as we can into the sandy horizon… Then we decided we needed to go get the ball… We both take off running and I’m winning when I realize that it rolled over a hill into a pond. Yes… a pond in the desert… Luke is all gung-ho, no problem and just does a cannon ball into it… clothes and all…. After a few seconds he never re-surfaces and I get worried tha the was knocked out or stuck…. Then I see him fighting to surface but we realize that it’s quicksand…. so I start to run to get the broken hockey stick we threw to pull him out but it’s too far away… I turn back and see him fighting to stand up… the sand is covering him like a membrane that won’t break… like he’s behind a wall of plastic…. then his hand breaks through and I grab onto him while laying down… I pull him out and by this point he’s unconscious… I stand up and have one arm around his chest when all of a sudden a flood hits and the entire desert is under 5 feet of water with an insane current…. SO NOW I’m dragging Luke back to the tennis courts (that aren’t under water… the fence kept it out… figure that one out…) and fighting against all this water… I’m inching my way there, barely staying on my feet while carrying Luke with me… I remember this taking a really LONG time… finally we get back and collapse on the court. Some random stranger lady is there and asks if she should call for help since Luke was out cold….. but then Luke says, “No….”
The next thing I remember is waking up in a van. Luke and I are sitting in this van driven by a guy I’ve never seen…. the woman in the passenger seat is the same woman who asked us if we needed help…. I’m in the bench seat directly behind the driver and Luke is laying in the back…. I ask the driver and lady where we are…. they say we’re about 6 miles from where we last were awake…. We were on a highway…. kidnapped…. I got really angry that they had taken us and I was yelling at them when they said that they were sorry, but they had to take us…. they never explained why. I looked out the side window and I saw the flood still raging on as a really fast current ripped trees and plants out and pulled power lines down…. I watched them vanish in seconds… I knew that we couldn’t stop and get out or the flood would kill us… but we were safe on the road…. the road was dry… I wanted the people to turn around and take us back because there were people back there that “needed us”…. The people said they couldn’t stop… we were chasing the storm that was behind all of this madness…. It was just ahead. I fell asleep again.
I woke up sitting in the van at a gas station…. (no flood….) The driver was getting back in and shut the door… he handed me some pills… They were baby tylenol… for infants… yet… giant chewables… They looked like flattened eggs…. He said to take 4 of them…. I said ok… but instead put them in a container I had and acted like I ate them… I didn’t trust this guy…. Lights out.
I awake again on the highway with the flood killing everything it can… Ahead I see the road… a bridge? No longer are we talking real world… this is straight outta some video game…. It looks fake… It’s a clear bridge with lines on the sides to keep you on it… the lines are bright blue on the left and bright white on the right, but the road isn’t flat…. it is straight across, but the surface is twisted like a strand of DNA…. never upside-down, but extremely tilted back and forth… I know that at the speed we’re going, which had to be in the 80s… we weren’t going to stay on the bridge…. Sure enough we hit a few hard bumps and are airborn… Faling off of the left side of the bridge into a canyon… below is a lake… FAR below….. “HOLD ON TIGHT!” the driver yells… Scared outta my wits I grab the seat and wait…. we crash into the lake and start to sink… we hit with such velocity that we never stopped moving downward until we were 100 ft below the surface or so… I hold my breath as the van fills with water and I swim out a side window to the surface….. As I’m swimming I can see brown cliff walls… clear water… green surface glare under the sun….
THEN…. my alarm goes off…. I wake up… in real life… totally confused…. how’s THAT for a dream? BUT here’s the kick… my alarm was set for 12:00pm…. It was 12:45pm…. which meant it had auto snoozed 5 times…. and I never heard a thing…. If you know me, you know I’m the lightest sleeper in the world… I wake up when someone walks into the room silently…. so was I SO out of it that I never heard it? Or was I abducted by aliens and all that was implanted in my brain and I was returned when my alarm was going off for the 5th time???? YOU decide….
Mood: Creeped out…. but having fun… 
Music: Red Hot Chili Peppers – My Friends
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So I’m experimenting with fun new Premium Schtuff…. I am on page 9 of about 15 or so of my final term paper for my Digital Color Applications class…. if you really wanna try and keep up and see how sick my demented fact-filled psycho nerd knowledge gets… ask me when I’m done and I’ll send ya a copy…. it reads like stereo instructions…. I’m conducting a cost/benefit evaluation of FujiFilm’s 3rd and 4th generation SuperCCD chip cameras as compared to traditional CCDs…. The really sad part is that I never discussed Filter patterns and I really wanted to throw out info about the new pattern they used over the Bayer pattern that is the industry standard… …. …. scared yet? ANYWAY, it’s 2am so I must get to sleep. For tomorrow awakens the rat race we’ll call “Easter Weekend at the Creek.” CedarCreek is going to have 6 identical services to accommodate for the 5,500-6,000 people we’re anticipating… ack…. must keep morale up! Can’t get bored… or tired…. must…. …… save…… ….. lost…. ….. ::thunks head on desk:: AHHH! ok ok… to bed.
Mood: SICK OF SITTING AND THINKING! Stupid term papers…
Music: Michael W. Smith – Love Of My Life
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I caved…. I got tired of trying to host pictures elsewhere and link them here…. and when I read that I can download all my back-logged entries and save them….. and when I realized it costs less for premium for a year than I spend on gas for a week…. I caved….
Mood: HUNGRY! IT’S LUNCHTIME!
Music: Weezer – Across the Sea
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Actually Ben…. I thought I was done for when I handed him my license…. like…. I LOVE the picture… but it’s tough on ya when you get in trouble…. check it out….
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ooooooh NEW PIC…….
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OK…. fun stuff to talk about now….
First, I finally pinned down my prof and forced him to go to the secretary of our college to override the waiting list and get me registered for a class in the fall that he teaches… He kept saying he’d do it… he even wrote himself a note… but a week later I found myself practically dragging him down the hallway to her office…. now the reason he wouldn’t do it was because he was scared of this lady…. honestly… Her name is Lori…. she’s a nice woman and all… but he was asking her to break all kinds of rules for me… like… I was 2nd on the list, and he wanted to just take me in…. and on top of that, University policy forbids accepting over 20 students in that class due to only having 20 computers… AND…. you gotta know this lady….
Lori is (I’m guessing) in her mid 30s…. Has 5 kids…. and is about 8 months pregnant…. She practically wears a sign around her neck that reads, “I DON’T TAKE CRAP FROM ANYONE…. SO BACK OFF BEFORE I CASTRATE YOU!” Don’t get me wrong, she’s polite… and nice…. but will stand her ground like a grizzly protecting her cubs if cornered…. Here I find myself trying to corner her…. …. ….
Long story short, someone had dropped the class so list boy #1 was going in…. yet… he already registered for 18 credits…. HAHAHA FOOL! So he gets an email and I get a seat…. works for me. The only catch is that if he DOES want the class, he can drop other stuff and I’m stuck… but my prof and I finally convinced Lori to let me in if I’m #21…. She asked, “Do you have 21 computers?” Chuck responds, “Noooooooooooooooooo….” (at this point I tried not to laugh out loud) She said, “But if one student complains to the university… it’s my butt…” Chuck’s answer….. “Brent won’t complain….. and if he’s on a machine and the class fills, he’ll give it up….” I just shook my head in agreement and all is well with the world… …. …
The second fun tidbit of the day involves my home group through CedarCreek…. we were talking for a good two hours about “Relational Roadsigns.” Such as a “stop” sign being one that someone puts up to say “I’m not listening anymore” through body language…. loss of eye contact, facing away…. etc… The goal was to make sure we DON’T run these signs… that we notice them… So the night was over and I left… Not two blocks away from Ed’s house… at 11:45pm…. I get pulled over by a policeman… why? I ran a stop sign….
I laughed after I got let off with a warning…. Here I’m trying to explian to this officer why I’m 30 minutes from my house… OR my dorm…. in a small butt town…. running stop signs… “See, I’m in this ‘home group’ through church… and we meet out here….” Apparently that didn’t make sense… so he asks me “What?” After finally conveying that concept he asks, “Why didn’t you stop when turning left onto Rice St.?” As polite as possible I explained that I’m not from around there and I don’t know what street “Rice Street” is…. then I added…. “And I never turned left….” Apparently he needed some signs…. like…. a left and right sign ….. but anyway, he corrected himself and then ran my license for any past warrants/tickets/arrests/etc…. Knowing that I was pretty confused (having not seen a stop sign) he let me go…. the best part was, that I THOUGHT to myself…. “shouldn’t there have been a stop sign there?” when I turned…. but I never saw it in the dark rainny night!!! ACK! Oh well… my theory stands true… whenever Sarah travels, I get pulled over…. It MUST be her fault!
Mood: Crazy-go-Nuts
Music: Evanescence – Whisper
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so who will be 2,600??? dun dun dun….
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well… the red wings went out in 4 like punks…. I’m not too happy…. ah well, maybe it’s for the best…. I’ve got a buttload of work to do over the next few weeks and had they survived, I woulda blocked out SO MUCH TIME for the games…. nothing else woulda gotten done….. and now that Scotty Bowman is gone…. it’s not the same…. and Hasek isn’t in net…. that always sucks….. ……. ……. AWWWW WHO AM I KIDDING? THIS SUCKS! stupid ducks…. with their friggin goalie made out of materials straight outta Terminator 2’s T-1000….. Matrix style reflexes…. BAH!
Mood: BAH!
Music: BAH!