Instead of going to class this morning (who in their right mind schedules classes for 9:00 on a Saturday morning?), my cousin and I went out for breakfast (she payed). I like bonding experiences like that. They bring people closer together.
Katie, Dirk and I went to see a play called "Six Characters In Search Of An Author." The campuse at Mary Washington College, where it was being performed, is beautiful. Lots of trees, bridges and brick buildings with balconies. In short, a lot of really neat places to get high.
The campus itself wasn't very hard to find, but it was a herculean task to locate the building where the play was being performed. We ended up having to follow this nice couple, while I set about embarassing Katie as much as possible. I asked if there were any graphic sex scenes or gratuitous violence (killing, with lots of blood), and started pouting when I was told there weren't any. It was a great play, though, and it was nice to do something other than sitting in a restaurant and talking.
Since I was spending the night at Katie's house, we rented a couple of videos. One of them, a weird horror flick, was called "Eyes Of Fire". Obscure horror films tend to have the most original plot lines, I've found. This was about a bunch of settlers (think pilgrim-type people) who fled the town they were living in, and promptly go eaten by this mold-covered, snake-eyed evil tree demon. Sometimes it appeared as a cute little Injun (Native American) girl.
And there were a bunch of mud-dipped people/ghostie thingies. They were the pople who'd gotten eaten by the evil tree demon before. Almost everyone in this movie was terminally stupid, and the priest was the stupidest of all. Pretty good argument that religion is the opiate of the masses, huh?
Anyway, I'm never going into the forest again. I don't want to get eaten by an evil tree demon.