My body is currently punishing me for seeing a midnight screening of Revenge Of The Sith last night in San Diego despite the fact that I had a 10 am final in Long Beach. I got back in my room around 5 am and had a series of dreams about thumbtacks. Ended up being late for my final by about 15 minutes, due to my horrible thought process upon waking up:

1. Zuh?
2. Hey, I woke up on time!
3. Still another hour till I have to get up. I can slip in 15 more minutes.
4. What do I have to get up for again?
5. Pillow is comfy.

As for Star Wars, I can’t really process it right now, but I guess my overall critique of it, as well as the entire prequel trilogy, is that it was made out of duty, not love, which is a shame. What I mean is, Lucas just sort of rushed through and filled out all this backstory for the sake of completedness, rather than any real desire to provide insight or depth to his universe — kind of like when your Spanish teacher tells you to provide more detail in your report on Mexican food, and you add another three paragraphs on why Tapoteo is better than Tabasco sauce. Sure, it fills out the requirement, but just barely.

Oh, and my first year of college (”real” college) is ending, so I’m supposed to reflect here on how it was and how I’ve changed as a person and what radical fashion changes I’ve decided to make. But what’s to say? It was a lot of work — sometimes fun, more often life-threateningly boring. I’m pretty much the same guy, more social I guess but primarily because I do so enjoy making fun of people. This wonderful girl keeps hanging out with me, has been for three months now, though I think she’ll bail once she realizes I’m not really Frankie Muniz’s half-asian brother.

Mostly? I feel older… but not old enough. I’m going to be 21 on June 11, scant weeks from now, which is a bit terrifying. Though it will be amusing heading to bars, as I’m looking almost 17 these days. I’m being hurtled towards adulthood so fast, but I’m still clenching to my videogames and stuffed animals with funny faces and my lazy afternoon cartoons. It’s stretching me out real thin, and I think eventually I’m just going to have to snap towards this whole inevitable maturity business. Ah well.