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I�m Really Just Waiting For SNL

October 19, 2002 ... 10:02 p.m.

I�m Really Just Waiting For SNL

And since I have some free time...

Iowa football halftime discussion:

Le Prince: �You need-a cut your hair. Like Aunt S.�
Eibisch: �I�m not cutting my hair!
Le Prince: �Please? I do! I do good job!�
Eibisch: �I�m not cutting my hair!�
Le Prince: �You need-a color.�
Eibisch: �What? I need to color my hair?�
Le Prince: �Mm-hmm!�
Eibisch: �You are insane.�
Le Prince: �Yes! You need-a color your hair yellow. Blond. Then I say �Oh wow! Eibisch so pretty!��
Eibisch: �Again with the blond stuff?�
Le Prince: �Yes. Yes, again. I hate you hair. Black sucks. Yuck. Blech. Gross.�
Eibisch: �You�re eight years old! What do you know? Mom�s hair is...�
Le Prince: [interrupting] �Gray. I know.�
Mom: �It used to be as dark as Eibisch�s.�
Le Prince: �Now is gray.�
Mom �But it used to be black.�
Le Prince: �Now is gray. Deal!�
Eibisch: �I�m not coloring my hair.�
Le Prince: [mimicking] �I no cut. I no color. Blah blah blah. Yes, you will!�
Eibisch: �Or what?�
Le Prince: �Or I kill you in your sleep!�
Eibisch: �Sometimes I wonder why I taught you English.�

So I bought Beauty and The Beast on DVD. Those �limited time offers� get me every time. I got Snow White for the same reason. At least I actually like �Beauty.� It�s my second favorite Disney movie--right after The Fox and The Hound.

I�m a dork.

Bootsie and I rented several movies yesterday. Windtalkers, Changing Lanes, We Were Soldiers, The Count of Monte Cristo and The Scorpion King.

They were all pretty good. Except Changing Lanes. It�s okay, but I�d already seen it and once was quite enough.

And we ordered a couple of Pizza Hut�s new �Chicago Deep Dish.� Don�t waste your money. I am not a pizza connoisseur by any means. If it�s deep dish and pepperoni, I will inhale it. Actually, if it's just pepperoni I will inhale it. So we ordered a pepperoni one. The �chunky marinara� was.......okay. The �layer of cheese and toppings� sucked. Turned out like three pieces of decade old pepperonis on tire rubber marketed as mozzarella.

Okay, okay! I�ll tell you about fracturing my nose on my French Horn.

It was a dark and stormy night...I jest. First a little background. When you are in marching band, or perhaps only my marching band, you are told to guard your instrument with your life. We were instructed that, if we stumbled or got hit by a car or were the slow one in Pamplona, we were to raise our instruments above our heads to protect them. Bull goring your liver? Suck it up and protect that horn! This was constantly drilled into our heads. I was a little late one morning and was running into the auditorium for warm-up. As I was running, I managed to trip over the doorstop. Down I went. And, being the obedient student I was, raised my horn. Into my face. My face was jammed into my horn and, seconds later, hit the floor. My horn was sandwiched between my face and the floor.

I kinda rolled to my side to sit up. My mouth was bleeding, my nose was bleeding and my eye was already almost swollen shut.

Have I mentioned that I am clumsy?

One of the drum majors, Josh, ran over and tried to help me up. But he was wearing white and I remember thinking that I didn�t want to stain his shirt (which reminds me of yet another thumb-related incident). So I said �I think I need a kleenex.� Yeah. See? Totally calm in bodily injury scenarios. He actually took me to the hospital, where I was diagnosed with a �non-displaced� fracture. In other words, I cracked my nose but I was fine. No stitches or surgery or nothing. I don�t think they even taped it. I can�t remember, though. Painkillers are good stuff.

It�s all about karma.

Note to ISU fans:
Ooooooooklahoma!
Hurt a bit? Sting just a little? Heisman, my ass! That�s right. What? Iowa? Yeah, we�re already bowl bound. Mm-hmm. And we�re at the top of the Big Ten. Mm-hmm. What was that? Did I hear a whispered �Pasadena�? We�ll send you a postcard. Or not.

Sincerely,
Eibisch

Currently Reading:
The Memoirs of Cleopatra by Margaret George (almost done!)
Anatomy of the Spirit: The Seven Stages of Power and Healing by Caroline Myss

Listening To: Selena: Live, The Last Concert (�Cuando escucho esta canci�n, mi coraz�n quiere cantar as�...)

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Have a happy day!

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