What's so wrong with elitism?

I bought an $8 rabbit-ear antennae tonight and was able to watch The West Wing. That was $8 well spent, my friend.

The heat is broken in my apartment. It's 30 degrees outside and the thermostat is reading it's about 55 degrees or so in here. It is a wee bit chilly, my friend.

After making quite a journey to get a new tire for Jeff's car yesterday when he had a flat, ultimately opting to purchase a used one from a certain Jesus Moreno in a tire junk yard off Treadaway, the new-to-Jeff tire went flat this morning. While using an old jack to lift the car this afternoon in the WPAC parking lot, a cowboy type stopped by to offer a hand. I later found out he had stopped to help me out of chivalry. I had been standing watching Jeff try and use the jack, and the guy thought Jeff was helping me with my car. Face it, Jeff; I'm cuter than you. Jeff went along with this charade in order to get the guy's help. I had walked away from the car to talk to my aunt on the way to her car, and the guy left before I could thank him. He probably thought I was rude for not talking to him in the first place, him thinking it was my car and my tire, and me thinking since it wasn't my car to stay out of the mess. He was nice and kind of cute and obviously handy with automobiles. Oh well. Maybe I will see him again and can thank him.

Exasperated was the word for the day. Listening to inane conversations about the movie Chocolat, which I happen to both own and like, nearly led me and Jeff to either kill ourselves or our classmates. I am now convinced I have a civic duty as Arts Editor to help people think about movies differently and definitely more critically. I do not think the movie is entirely about indulgence versus abstinence but more about judgment, measuring what good really is and learning to take the plank out of your own eye. I also don't like trying to find theological meaning in everything, analyzing it to death and deciding if it fits into our Christian principles. I don't think that is healthy or fair to you, the art or the artist.

I am going to bury myself under blankets and hope I don't freeze to death in the night.