Where in the world... ?

Hey there everybody! How's life?

I somehow got myself dragged to the cinema today to watch Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Actually, this was exactly what I needed to shake me out of the Extended Essay writing, Emma reading, half-awake stupor that basically characterises this past week. The movie was, meh... funny. Lots of guns, knives, and stuff blowing up. Entertaining and instantly forgettable.

I also got into an argument with one of my friends. She refused to acknowledge that any program which forced one to live together with other students for academic purposes *gasp* and write a twelve page paper could be any fun at all. However, the others liked the idea of the Turquoise Revolution, and the concepts of snapping and jousting came across really well (ignore the fact that I almost got my thumb ripped off in a joust today).

So yay!

All in all though, I keep having difficulty describing the enormity of the TASP experience. But I guess that's to be expected.

In the past two days, the song Sliding Down (composed by Edgar Meyer and found on the albums Uncommon Ritual and Heartland: An Appalachian Anthology) has been strangely effective at making me all mellow and melancholy. The beginning and end remind me of my time with all you guys, for some unknown reason. It's not like we listened to this track at all, but still whenever I hear it now I start reminiscing about TASP. It's odd... and then my pants fall down.

What's up with people seeming to have vanished? Why is it that so many TASPers haven't even offered up one post on this blog? Where in the world are you guys (and more to the point, what are you doing there, I want to hear all about it)?

Sleepy best wishes,
Jason

By the way, Charles and Matt, that convo cracks me up, especially the middle where you get all upset and pouty because of women's urinals.

And Sam, your sister is astoundingly tiny and cute! For those who don't know what I'm gushing about, check out the third Photobucket.