Overrated

I recently laughed at Andrew for not having seen Super Troopers. I realized today I haven't seen a lot of really mainstream, overrated films. I think I need to start grabbing movies from the library and watching one a week. I'll start with Casablanca and Rent, then move on to any Bond films I haven't seen yet. Any suggestions?

Also, iTunes 8 is out. It has shiny new features!
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Now playing on iTunes: Tegan & Sara - Back In Your Head
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Five Letters Revisited

Back in April, Kaitlin started the trend of five anonymous letters to people. I think I'll revisit them by posting five new letters to the same people along with a second set of five letters to different people.

Dear _______,
I'm not gonna lie, I'm just waiting for the day you walk out of my life and I'm hoping it comes soon. Something changed in the last year or so and I can't fucking stand you anymore.

Dear ____,
I was irritated in the last letter. Now I just know that leaving people behind is your style. I'm not complaining. When we talk it's still friendly and hauling you across the state left me with a girlfriend.

Dear ______,
We're not as close as we used to be, but I'm really happy that you're stable now. I just hope the boredom doesn't drive you back to the self-destruction you worked so hard to escape.

Dear ______,
Who knew something so incredible could come from an Uno game and some bored conversation in Thayer's lecture hall?

Dear _____,
Streetlight Manifesto still reminds me of you. We've both become kinda reclusive lately; maybe we should get out more.

The five new:

Dear _______,
You're so sad all the time these days, and the sibling urge to help conflicts with the fact that I have no time to do so. We need a concert.

Dear ______,
You've owed me money for quite some time, but you're finally starting to repay it. I don't hate you like I did, but you're getting cut out of my life the second I have that back.

Dear _____,
I can see the changes you've wrought on my personality every day, and I'm strangely unwilling to resist the tide of change. I usually hate change, and you're a hell of a change. You're the one exception. Ironically, this is one of the things I'd really rather not alter.

Dear ______,
I hope you're enjoying life in Louisville, and see that you really enjoy what you're there for. It's fortunate that I'm down there so often and get chances to run into you. You're exactly the sort of guy who learns about his city so he always knows when something is going on.

Dear _____,
It's weird getting to know you again, but always a pleasure to attend one of your myriad events. Amusingly, the last memory I have of our grade school days is listening to Q-102 in the middle of the night and you winning tickets to see some boy band or other.
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Now playing on iTunes: The Format - Career Day
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They like me! They really like me!

So once again I'm popular at work. Seems every job I have ends up with the managers loving me. I don't kiss ass or work particularly hard. All I do is stay positive and cooperative at work. Every once in a while Smoky will pull me aside and point out that I am unique. It doesn't matter which assignment he gives me or how unpleasant the work is, I just nod, smile, and tell him the work will get done. I don't bitch or slump or roll my eyes. It's all the same fucking work with slight variations. I get an assignment and I go do it. Real simple, right? Apparently not. Nobody else does it. Everyone else has an attitude. I don't give two shits about what I'm doing and the supervisors love me for it. I actually get something out of being cooperative, too: Variety. Most people get assigned something and are stuck with it the whole shift. I start doing rushes on paper, then move on to the RF gun, and half the time get pulled out of RF picking to do a special order type (transfers) that everyone else apparently hates. Janet now gives transfers to me whenever I'm available to do them because I don't gripe about them. I just do them quickly and correctly and then get back to RF without a word. Turns out all you have to do for your managers to love you is, strangely enough, your goddamn job. Who knew?

On a completely unrelated note, I see the only member of the fan club is my girlfriend. You fuckers can do better than that! :D
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Now playing on iTunes: The Format - Wait, Wait, Wait
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Hometown Tourist

I try to have a pretty good knowledge of the best spots around Cincinnati to hang out, and can easily pop over to the best view of the city, some of the strangest restaurants and hangouts, and nearby spots where you can look up and actually see the stars. Hell, I even know the price and hours at the Carew Tower observation deck. What I assumed was entirely useless knowledge really comes in handy when you have a girlfriend who lives a hundred miles away.
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Now playing on iTunes: The Format - Time Bomb
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Nice Job, SKF.

So when I switched to second shift four months ago, Jerry, the warehouse manager, told me he'd get all the paperwork taken care of and notify CBS and all that. This is kind of important because there's a 50 cent or so shift differential. I just got access to my pay stubs and found that I was still getting paid $9 an hour. You know what sucks about getting underpaid for a quarter of a year. You know what doesn't suck about it? I called CBS and next week's check should, in theory, contain four months of back pay. Woo-hoo!

Also, driving around and running errands is a hell of a lot more relaxing than people give it credit for.

"I'll tap the break while you crack the window.
The smell of smoke is making my lungs explode.
The 51 is backed-up and too slow.
Let's tune out by turning on the radio!"
-Tune Out by The Format

Hot Sun and Helicopters

I really didn't enjoy class. I wasn't really amused by extracurriculars. The thing I'm gonna miss about college is spending all day wandering around campus. Fortunately, I can drive up there basically whenever after Alicia moves back into Wesley. So long as I have a parking space behind her place, I can go for random walks around campus and pretend like I belong there.

That sounds a lot more pathetic when I write it down.
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Now playing on iTunes: Ladybirds - Shark Party
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Wait... I did what!?

Remember that kegger at James' place after the fireworks? I do, too. Unfortunately, not all of us are so lucky. If you took any pictures during the course of that event, do us a favor and get the fuckers online!

Thanks,
Cameron and James
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Now playing on iTunes: The Format - Give It Up
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Placeholder!

Another weekend goes splendidly. I rolled down Saturday afternoon and chilled for a bit before Sarah went to work, then texted Joe and we hung out. Took Joseph to Ear X-Tacy for the first time. Got "Interventions & Lullabies" by The Format. The album is awesome. I'm still at the point where I like the album, but don't know the words yet. After that we stopped by Thai-Siam behind the Krispy Kreme on Bardstown Rd. for some food, where we met up with Stevo. Stevo led us to his place in Louisville hall, rather near where Plate lived last year. The guys met Sarah after she got off work at 11:00 and we went on a mini-adventure. Sleep was uneventful. Sunday consisted primarily of a stop at Lynn's, a weird-as-fuck restaurant somewhere in Louisville a mile or two from U of L, where I had a half-pound bacon cheeseburger and cinnamon-sugared yam fries. They were delicious. Then came more chilling and a nice drive home. Relevant details:

-Sarah's car problem has been patched by the cheap rental of a 2007 Chevy Cobalt with expired tags that got her pulled over today. I'm so used to being pulled over that I had the dome light on and the registration out before the car was off.
-The Jetta's gas mileage has vastly improved.
-Did I mention that I really like this album and the band responsible for it?
-Next weekend is the month. It's hard to believe it's only been a month. Goddamn.
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Now playing on iTunes: The Format - Tie The Rope
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Micro-Blog 39

Got unlimited text. Gotta teach parents to text at some point, so I don't have to call them again. Got Darius Rucker's "Don't Think I Don't Think About It" stuck in my head, which marks the first time I've wandered around singing a country song to myself.

Silenced

So, uh... I'm out of texts this month. Maybe I was out of texts last month. Either way, Dad wandered upstairs and pointed out that I owed him $25 for being 174 texts over. I'm gonna leave my phone in the car at work until I get unlimited texting and if I'm out this month I'm not likely to reply to any of your texts. The other phone kept track of the texts and allowed me to clear the logs easily. This one won't let me clear the logs at all so I have no real way of tracking my texts. It might be worth the fifty bucks a month to leave the family plan for 200 minutes and unlimited text. My current plan gives me 500 minutes, unlimited nights and weekends, and 500 texts per month. Cincinnati Bell has a plan that's $29.99/month for 200 minutes and 1000 night and weekend minutes and I can add unlimited text and data for $14.99. I shall look into it!

Also, my dad's healthy sense of paranoia is keeping the Jetta in my hands. As much as I really hate that I can't help the girl, dad is always right. Period. Always. And as much as I like being around the girl, three weeks is nowhere near the point where I can feel comfortable sharing $6,000 worth of equipment, regardless of the circumstances. His common sense versus my desire to save the day... I guess you don't have a kid at twenty and end up where he is without knowing what the hell you're doing, though.

That might be a future post - The Origin of Cameron, a minibiography of my family. It'll be way limited in scope because I know almost nothing of their history, but I can try.