Hmm, and the judges say...

Still a good night.

I went down to the campus tonight. I had like 20 pages to print for shakespeare, and no way was I going to print that out at home. Plus, Maria works in the calc lab monday nights. Which, of course, makes the paper printing a fortuitous excuse to be there (mostly for me). I don't think I'll need one whenever it is I next go in though. Anyhoo, I got to talk a good hour with Maria before I dragged myself away to print my paper and head home. Naturally, I left mentally kicking myself for a few stupid things I said, as happens pretty near every time I talk to people, but I think it went well, all things considered.

It was in the parking lot that I could have just kicked myself, and may still do so, though I may as well laugh as I do so. I put the key into the lock, and the door wouldn't open. After like the 7th or 8th turn I started freaking. The thing is, the passenger door won't unlock from the passenger side already, so I could have possibly been locked out. I decided to try the passenger door anyway, but as I was going around, I noticed my car two spaces over. I had been, for a good minute or two, trying to open someone else's car. Talk about a red face. Then, to top it off, my first two tries, my real car door wouldn't open either, but it did in the end, so that's a relief. But man, what an adrenaline rush that. Yeesh.

Regardless though, I'm still quite happy with this evening. Yay me. Thanks God.

What an odd reaction.

I have observed a most intriguing reaction within myself. I have somewhat noticed it before, but it has become more noticeable of late. It is this: when I find myself viewing some huge army, be it on tv, music video, movie, or whatnot, and not like current armies, but like huge hordes from ages past, or even imaginary ones, the thing is, I feel within me this swelling urge within me. To wipe them all out no less. Images spring into mind of massive swelling hordes being torn apart in a maelstrom of power, like a superman amongst mortals. It's all very interesting to myself. It's like when I see these vast numbers, I suddenly have that urge to quote the potential from Buffy after she got her powers; "These guys are dust." Of course, it probably helps that when I see these things there tends to be swelling and powerful music, plus I've been reading the Iliad, and more importantly Steven Erikson, whose books are just punctuated with powerful individuals and grand battles. Maybe it's bloodlust, or powerlust, heck if I know. Though, after reading Memories of Ice, I seem to be, for the moment, thinking of Paran, filled with the blood of the Hounds of Shadow. Feral, lusting for a good fight. Very odd.