I don't freaking want to see Mr. Holland's Opus.

Regarding choosing a movie with a big group of people, there is practically no way to make everyone happy. I guess I was the odd person out tonight. I don't even know if it's because the movie choice was all that bad or if it was from hanging out with little kids for about four hours. Tonight was parent's night out, and a lot of the college students from RUF watched a bunch of kids, so that their parents could have a night of peace and quiet...and we could have a night from hell. I actually can't say this. Not only were they not little devils, but they were stinking cute and a lot of fun.

Their endurance and energy far outreached mine though. By the end of the night, I had nothing left and I just lay on the ground and let them jump on me. This wasn't altogether enjoyable, but it was either this, or be chased around by the little buggers. Since I had already done this for the first half of the night, I opted to lay face down on the carpet and let them crawl all over me. Like a wet blanket they collectively smothered me with their weight; A kick in the face here, a knee in the back there. It didn't help that I had had pizza and juicy juice for dinner. I guess the kids were trying to beat it out of me.

My exhaustion has driven me to a rather sour state and my mood could be better.

I am not in the sentimental mood, and I have a feeling that Mr. Holland and his Opus will have tons to dish out. So you're a band teacher? Big deal. I bet you think you're good looking with that butt ugly mustache. �Nope, sorry...that's Tom Seleck.� That younger chick that digs you is just really mixed up emotionally. She doesn't know what to think. You're a screw up Mr. Holland. Why don't you get a last name other than a country near Sweden? Why don't you dedicate a song to your son? That'll make some people feel better about their loser lives.

It's funny to rip on this, but after I'm done writing this blog entry, I'll probably go and watch the rest of it. In my attempts to be hardcore, I will fail miserably and probably enjoy the movie. I will laugh with the other guys and talk about how much the movie sucks. Then on the ride home when I get alone in my car, I will break down crying while listening to the Carpenters' "You told me you loved me baby?"

This has potential to be a sad, sad night in the life of Josser. Then again, it could be that Josser is writing a whole lot of nothing solely for the entertainment of the reader and himself.

Hmm�