If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow, why oh why can't I?

I would have to say that the melody to "Over the Rainbow" is probably one of the most beautifully crafted melodies ever written. Screw Mozart, screw everyone else, Harold Arlen holds that trophy. It's an absolutely beautiful song.

Everyone's off jazzing it up with Mr. Stripling (pronounced "stripe-ling") at the big concert right now. I, on the other hand, need some time to myself. This weekend is going to be full of people, jazz, thinking, and other words that rhyme with thinking, and I need some prep time. This is one of those weekends that if you're not careful you'll find yourself angry at no one in particular for no good reason, so let's all try to be friends, eh?

In a few short hours it will be April. That means that my college career (student teaching doesn't really count since I'm not on campus) has but a short gasp of springtime air left in it. It's something hard to fathom at the moment, since there is so much to be done between now and then, but talk to me mid-May and we'll see how things have changed.

Well, it's off to the gym (pronounced gime...what's a gime?) to get the ol' knee in shape. My heart goes out to Nick Johnson, who in an attempt to one-up me on gimpness decided to go sledding and land on his foot after catching like three feet of air, and is now left with a very shattered foot, and some new metal inside. Hopefully he'll be off the crutches by his wedding day.