Movies, Graduation, and Homeless Bussing

So, it's uh, been a while. Right... Well, right now I'm so agitated with finals, I can barely think. People keep asking me if I'm just ecstatic to be done with finals, and while yes, that's true... Now I have to find a job. CRAPPP.... That's always a joy. You have one month of money for rent and all that, and now, it's time to find a job. I love it. 

My boyfriend and I started watching a movie called Time Bandits. I love it actually. It's old yeah, but it has a lot of parts I can really relate to. Here's a brief and politically incorrect synopsis: A bunch of funky midgets who work for the supreme being steal a map that show all the doors in the fabric of time. There's a line where a midget is explaining about the map, and he says something along the lines of "The fabric of time is a lot more botched together than you think, what with only seven days to make it and all". It's hilarious. So anyhow, these midgets are trying to become international criminals across time, and along the way they pick up this kid because they crash into his room, and he's way smarter than them all.  The Devil, who is the funniest character ever, beguiles one of the midgets to convince them all to head to some place where all treasure exists! Yeah, it's totally a trap. But the Devil, since he's grand, he is talking to his henchmen and they are talking to him and whenever one talks back to him the devil points his finger, and the henchman blows up, but their arm is always still attached to the switch on the wall, or feet to the ground, it's funny. But anyhow they're talking about how God is silly because he spends his time creating 67 varieties of parrot, slugs!, nipples for men, etc. Then he goes on to say how the future is in machines, data processors, computer chips, etc. Oddly, it's almost like the Devil is Microsoft. I love it. 

So the midgets go on this quest, all the while being chased by God, who is trying to get his map back, and over time they reach the devil, he traps them and they escape... blah blah blah. The point is, there's a bunch of midgets that think they're hot stuff, and the devil is Microsoft. What more could you need? Well... my guy didn't like it. BUT, he likes the movie Contact... Contact? Honestly, are you serious? Jodie Foster, the most unattractive dike, besides Rosie, is the quintessential science geek who finds a signal from Vega, and finds plans to build a machine to travel through space instantaneously, and  then no one believes her except her old flame who happens to be Matthew McConahey. However you spell that, he's overrated and lame anyhow. Oh, and he's ugly. To be truthful, in Failure to Launch I thought it was the best match up ever, Sarah Jessica Parker and Him. Ugyly Moron meets Ugly Bitch. They were perfect for each other. You know, keep the ugly together. 

Back to Contact. Her acting is bad enough, and then add to that, the flaws in the characters that make them all so unlikeable throughout the film, it's near impossible to catch the message at the end, that one can't prove everything that exists, and so its okay to believe in God... yadda yadda yadda. Derek prefers that? Come on, there's no midgets, no devil, no futuristic seventies music. Ugh, it's pathetic. 

On a happier note. I'm done with College. As in, I took my last final and I walk on Saturday. Goll I hate UW. Did you know they have over 2.2 billion in fixed assets they never touch. Do you realize that's more than the GDP of some small african countries, and this is money UW seemingly doesn't even need? Oh, and they have the audacity to raise tuition as much as possible each year? wtf? Add to that the fact that you can't get anything taken care of properly, and you have a very pissed off me. 

I was waiting for my grade to post from my internship, because without it, it shows me as not being a full time student. Big deal right? It'll show up eventually. NOOOOO...... Without being a full time student, I can't get my financial aid, and I can't get my insurance, and I can't register for other stuff. Ugh, last I checked, these were all big problems, especially the financial aid part. That's my rent, and my phone bill, and my tuition, and my groceries! Come on! I want to eat. In fact, I really really like eating. It's like a hobby. 

Food. I've been wanting a donut for the last month. Yeah, about that. It still hasn't happened. I want a donut dang it. It doesn't help that I'm stuck on a bus, and I'm hungry right now. This bus I'm on, it's huge. It's a double. It does not fill up on the first stop. A little note on bus etiquette and protocol, DO NOT SIT NEXT TO SOMEONE IF THERE ARE A MILLION SEATS AROUND AVAILABLE. It invades my personal space. You'll never guess what happened today... Yeah, some little asian woman that probably drives slow sat next to me. Ugh. At least, it wasn't the homeless guy from a couple weeks back. But, I think I scared him. 

He sat next to me, and it was the end of the night, and there was maybe five people on the bus. PLENTY OF ROOM! He could have sat anywhere, but he sits his homeless butt right next to me, and sticks all his bags of trash around us. Let me tell you, it smelled great. Like amazing. Like fetted peaches, body odor, and piss, all combined into one glorious entity. This guy is profound, so I decide, if he's going to effing sit next to me, I'm going to talk to him, possibly find out why the eff he felt the need to invade my personal space. So I start asking him questions, how are you, that's cool where'd you get that, want some of my lotion, etc. Lots of questions. He starts answering them, and he has this why are you talking to me, you're psycho look on his face that keeps deepening. It was fantastic. So I keep talking, and when his stop comes, he leaps out of the seat pretty much to get off. The next day I see him, and he sits as far away from me as humanly possible. It was quite the feeling of Victory. In fact, I stood up on the bus and did a little Jig. I get a perverse sense of pleasure whenever this guy gets on the bus and sits far away from me and won't even look at me. I laugh, audibly. 

So Graduation...  I have a party tomorrow... well, I should say my sister and I have a party tomorrow, which in fact means, that She has a party tomorrow. That means that I will be doing all the grunt work while she runs around being cheerful. Lovely. Funny thing about these parties, is that really, they are for neither of us. They're for our mother. She throws them, and she gets pleasure out of them. It makes her feel good to throw parties. Kind of bizarre but you know. Now, I have one of my friends from middle school coming, which means I haven't seen this pot smoking hustler in about five years. And he's going to come to my grad party... I'm picturing in my mind, him showing up stoned, with a bottle in one hand and a reefer in the other. Not good. I can only hope something has changed in the last five years. Something drastic. 

McNasty and Black people...

Apparently switching blog sites was a bad idea. lol. I've pissed off my old blog people, and not gotten them to move. Oh well. 

I woke up today... at eleven. Yeah, like eleven in the frigging morning. In case you were wondering, my first class is at 930... and I TOTALLY missed it. I made it to only my last class. The history of Modern Korea! Woot Woot. I hate this class. English isn't her first language, and I have a hard time filtering through her Korean accent. It's awful. I tell you. Can we not afford to have skilled and knowledgeable professors who know how to speak english?I feel worse for the science majors. All the geeky professors, are asian. It's crazy. 

So I haven't blogged in a few days because life got really crazy, and this monday, I was at a funeral all day. It was kind of a sad day. But oddly, a lot of funny stuff happened. I think we were all so sleep deprived and shocked, that a lot of our true humor came out. It all started when my Dad said he wanted to be cremated when he kicked the bucket. I told him that wasn't going to happen since he'd be dead and have absolutely no say. My junior year in college, I took a class called The Comparative Study of Death. Wow, right? An entire quarter discussing death? Oh yeah, and it's one of my favorite of the classes I took. So then I decided to relay some of the information I'd acquired during that class. I informed him, that in fact, he'd have an eco-burial. This is a popular new thing, where a farmer gives up some of his land to be a cemetery, and they bury people in the land, and plant a tree where they bury the person, so the tree feeds off the remains of your dead ones. You then get a tree in their memory, GPS coordinates to find them, and the farmer gets ground for his sheep to graze on. Pretty weird. 

Then we started joking about how you can make a diamond out of the remains of your loved ones, since we're carbon based and all. Then we started thinking how funny it would be if your guy proposed to you, and hands you the ring, and says "This is mom." Then you turn to him and say "You mean, this was your mom's." "No, I this is my mom, we had her made into a diamond." Awkward. Right? We thought it would be hilarious. 

Then I told my Dad that actually, when he died, I'd cremate him like he wanted, then I'd add magnetic particles to his ashes, and make an etch-a-sketch. I could give it to my kid, ha ha. Okay, I am sick, because I think it sounds hilarious. 

So right before we got there, Tess and Raven were both like, I'm hungry! Let's go to McDonald's. I hate McNasty's, and beyond that I wasn't quite hungry enough to stoop to that, but I go anyways since I can get an extra large Diet Coke out of it. ::Ah, Paradise:: So the whole way there, we're joking about some Jewish relatives and how we should go get a role of pennies and make a trail leading into the casket or the hearst, then watch them follow it and disrupt everything. Then we start joking about our relatives who are near, and we start talking about the rednecks, and tossing around redneck jokes. It was all in good fun. My boyfriend is Japanese, so then we started making fun of Asians. We joked about the Confucious says and other cliche stuff like that. 

Well, we pull up at McNasty and the guy in front of us is the big fat black man in a white car, and I turn to my dad and said, "Hey look a black man in a white car". Then my dad says "I wonder if he's compensating for something". Then we all start cracking up and laughing all over the place, and on come the black jokes, and some mexican jokes. The whole while we reach the first window, where you pay, and he reaches the second window, and Tess is getting anxious. So Tess says "Ugh, Can someone get a dozer to move the fat black man? Honestly, shouldn't he be at KFC anyways?" Half way through this, I look up at our cashier, and she's a lovely woman, and she's black. CRApp...... She just glared at us. It was amazing. So I reach back and slap her leg to get her to stop, and it was so funny, because she was like "What?", then looks over, sees the girl, and we all go silent. Once we finally get our food, and whatnot, we burst out laughing. It was so awkward, and yet hilarious. 

So yeah, that was the extent of my weekend. 

Blog relocation and law conerences

So I've had a blog for a long time, and while not many people I knew were reading it, there were a fair amount of people I didn't know reading it. I kept it pretty private from people I know, usually because sometimes I stray outside the "appropriate" box, or I'm whining about my friends, and it's pretty awkward when someone walks up to, and is like, "So... you hate me?" "How'd you know?" "Well you blogged about it!" "Oh, so everyone knows?" "Uh, yeah"....

That can make life among the friends pretty tense. Especially because, well since I'm a girl, I'm given the duty to combat the red dragon, and I'll just admit right now, that I'm an emotional hormonal irrational girly she-monster during that time of the month. (What? You all know it's true, no need to sugar coat it). Which brings me to my point, sort of. I'm switching blog spots because while I thought it was awkward to have people I know see my blog, it's worse when they're people you don't know. I mean, I've been doing this for a year or two, built up a decent audience, and now... they know me pretty well, and I'll just say it's creepy. Don't comment on personal blogs when you don't know the person, and never say "I'm here for you". What does that even mean? Considering I don't mention my name on the posts, how weird is it to be like, "Hey Jello Jeans, I'm here for you if you need it. I understand what you're going through. Just remember that you're sweet, and beautiful, and...." First off, how the eff do you know I'm sweet? Have you not been reading my blog for the last whatver? Secondly, how do you know I'm beautiful, since I've never posted my picture. Weird. The comments just got worse over time, so now I'm switching to a safer blogspot and allowing people I know to see it.

I have a bet going with myself trying to decide how long before this pisses someone off, considering how much I use my blogs to complain.

Today is a long day for me. I'm in a conference for disability rights in Asia right now, and I'm listening to a bunch of academics discuss law and policy. Yeah, I'm a dork, because I find it fascinating, but oh well. Anyhow, there's this guy... well, he's a famous law professor here. He's a prick. I hate him. He's the head of the disability studies program at my school, and while you might wonder how I could hate anyone in that program, think again. He's the "head" of the program, and yet, I've never seen him show up to, or help with any disability studies program. He always cancels when you try to get him to show up and support your efforts, or speak with him or get him to speak, it's impossible. He's too good for all that undergraduate stuff. At this conference, I've watched him interrupt countless conversations so that he can talk to someone and the way he does it, is so, sorry but I'm better than you all and I don't care if you're busy, I trump all.

Okay, so the funny thing about this guy, is he's like three feet tall. He's a midget!!! I know, I'm a disability studies activist, and therefore I need to be more cautious, but I don't effing care. Pricks deserve to be mocked in any way possible, and Mr. yardstick and his ... Wow. I'm not going there, but you know, if he's three feet.... Yeah.

Concerts rock, obviously.

I really want to be held right now. I actually just want to fall asleep, but being held helps. I’m having a really hard time choosing paper topics. I have to turn in my paper topic tomorrow for my Scandinavian Studies class. I don’t know the positive way to tell my professor that honestly, no one gives a crap about Scandinavian states. They’re small, military-less, and boring. Besides Ikea, and Nokia, nothing much has come from them. Right? I thought so.

Today is Earth Day. Did you know that? Yep, my favorite holiday of the year. I’m such a frigging hippie. I know, I am. I’ll admit it. The first time I heard about Earth Day, I decided to do at least three things to support the holiday. I bought local organic fruit from a farmers market, I walked everywhere that day, and lastly I took advantage of local parks and cleaned up trash. I do something like that every year, and I love it. This year though.. I have class till 130, then lunch with the guy, and then I have a CRAP load of studying to do because I went to a Raconteurs concert yesterday, (Yeah, you’re jealous, I know, and yes, it was amazing), and then I have to go to work. Bleh. Stink. By the time I’m done with everything it’s going to be like 11 at night. Maybe I’ll go star gazing? That kind of counts.

Anyhow, the concert. Can I just say that I am a Super Girlfriend? Yeah, so my guy loves the White Stripes, and the Raconteurs. He got tickets when the White Stripes were coming then one of them got sick, and so they cancelled the show, like a day before or something. It sucked. Then, the other day he was like I love the Raconteurs, Would you go to their show when they come to here next?, and I said yes, because I like them. Then a day later or so, he found out that they were coming here, but they were sold out because they chose like a 200 person venue. He was ultra bummed. So as the girlfriend I am, I looked online, browsed my connections, and eventually got tickets, although for a rather inflated price.

We went yesterday, and let me tell you, I’m so glad I got them. We were about four feet from the stage, and he was looking around and was just like, I love you. Then he texted his sister and told her, and she was like, yeah, she’s a keeper. What can I say? I think I am, and not just because I’d love to be married to this guy. The concert rocked, and I can’t say it enough or well enough. Except for the bad body odor in front of me, it was seamless. The guy in front of me stank so much! Then the old lady (okay, so she was only like 40 or 50) smelled like pot really intensely. It was moderately amusing. Jack White at the end through something in the crowd, and I think everyone thought it was a guitar pick, but I swear it was like a nickel or something, and a few people just dove to the ground looking for it. I laughed a lot. I think Jack just did that to watch the ripple effect of people freaking out about it. I would have, because it was funny to see people crawling all around the dirty floor searching for something the size of a nickel.

The genetic pool needs some bleach, pronto!

My grandma... She’s psycho. Both of them. Talking about being a grandma last time made me think of my choice genetic heritage. And by choice, I mean last choice. On my mothers side... We have my grandpa who moved to Idaho so he could not disclose information between his various doctors, so that he could get as many meds as he could. He’s big on prescription drugs. And by big, I mean he’s constantly doped up so much so that I wonder why his body hasn’t given up. He pops so any pills! It’s crazy. Then there’s his wife, my grandma, who is a quiet, easily walked over woman. No clue why they are married still. Oh, and I forgot to mention that grandpa is a recovered alcoholic abusive, (or so is claimed), redneck racist. In fact I’m scared to tell him I’m dating an Asian, more so if they ever meet, because my guy looks more half mexican in reality.

Then there’s their kids. I have one aunt and two uncles. First off all kids left home before 16, and all did large amounts of drugs and whatnot at home. My aunt has five kids... two different husbands- the first was a drugged out crazy hippie. Of her children, the first has a failed marriage, and is still trying to get his bachelors at 27 or 28, He’s the best off probably, he just got married again to a girl who brought a kid with her from her past marriage. He peed his pants last time he came over, and I swear he’s like 7. The next kid is married to a mexican who stole their two kids and moved away where she can’t find them, and she’s now dating/committing adultery (however you wish to view it), with an illegal alien from mexico and they just had a baby. She’s thirty something, but her and her illegal alien are both living in my aunt’s house. Third kid, doesn’t talk to the family anymore, and can you blame her? She had a kid, but got divorced, and didn’t get custody (women always get custody,wtf?). Now she is remarried and he brought a kid, and then she had one more.

Fourth kid... He’s crazy. He used to deal coke, and by coke I mean cocaine, not Coca Cola, and he decided to take his naive cousin (Me) with him... Well apparently the stuff was weak or something, and I got beaten up at Relay for Life like a week later for it. Lovely. He has a bunch of piercings, including his nipples (nasty), nose, ears, and I heard his unmentionables... He had one wife, they got divorced then he got remarried , and they had a kid, they got divorced and she took the kid, and then for the third time he got married, (amazingly they’re still together), and they have a kid. He looks so Hooligan too. He’s dirty street junkie looking with a really bad goatee.

The last kid happens to hate me actually. Marvelous! She married the brother of my other cousins husband (the one that ran off with the kids), and they had a kid, but now they’re divorced and she’s dating a really creepy guy. FYI- all the first kids of these cousins were born before they turned 18. I’m the first granddaughter to not get preggers before 18, and the first to graduate from high school on time, and soon the first grandkid to graduate college (hopefully two months from now).

Then there is Uncle #1, who married a heroine addict who sucked his bank account dry and forgot about her children. Dysfunctional family with everyone (kids included) smoking, drinking, and doing drugs in a constant state of chaos. They have two kids, a boy and a girl. The boy, (one of the only cousins I actually enjoy) married his girlfriend he started dating when they were 16, and they took a break during which she got pregnant by someone else, but he treated the baby as his own, before the baby died of SIDS. After the baby died, they had one that actually was his, and a little while later they had another, and they just had another a little while ago. Amazingly through a constant crisis situation of their finances, and their constant bickering, they’re still married. I’m proud of him for that. His sister, never got married or anything at first, so besides her drug and alcohol problems, we held out high hopes... Then about a month ago, she showed up at the house and announced she had married some guy. Apparently the day before she wasn’t married, then suddenly she was, and oh yeah... the guy is like 43, and I think she’s like 24 or something. Great stuff.

The last uncle, didn’t get married until he was 40 something, and his wife is crazy. She twitches all the time, and while I was really close to him after he got off drugs, that ended when he married her. She’s really nice and all, but she’s... dumb, weird, and completely without social skills. He spent till about 30 smoking pot up the wazzu, doing and dealing drugs, and working on cars. He’s my favorite of the uncles though. We used to work on cars, and I spent a summer working in a truck shop with him. It was crazy fun.

So that’s my drugged out, baby producing, mexican saturated family on my mom’s side. They’re about as redneck as it gets and we try to limit extended family activities to twice yearly. Then there is my Dad’s side. There’s Grandpa... and Grandma... But we don’t call them that. We call them by their names, which makes them seem even less like family. He (grandpa) went on a Mormon mission to where She lived and then after came back to marry Her best friend, and ended up marrying Her. I actually have no idea how that happened, I just know that She was 16 at the time. Gross! They got married unbeknownst to Her parents, and She finished out high school, them both living in separate houses until she graduated. Why bother getting hitched then? Yeah, I have no explanations for them, except that I think they’re both psychotic.
They... well, had a very bizarre, naked, hippie filled, family... As explanation, I think it’s easiest to say that He eventually went to jail three times for child molestation, and he didn’t keep it out of the home life. Eventually they divorced, while He went to jail, and She decided she wanted a music degree and not the burden of “children”. So what happened is my Dad and his brother were sent to her parents house and were pretty much raised by them, if you can call it raising them. The grandparents really didn’t care about where they were and provided essentially a roof over their heads and food. My Dad once didn’t come home for a week, and they didn’t seem to notice or care.

Back to them... He, I’ve met once, and it was when he was on parole between prison sentences. Oh goody! I believe he’s on parole right now, but for some reason accessing the sex offenders registration site isn’t something I usually feel like doing, and that’s the only place I can get information about him. Now, She. She came back in my Dad’s late teens, after all the work of parenting was done, and my Dad was planning to go on a Mormon mission. She “borrowed” the money, and in essence just stole it, because she had no intention of paying him back. Later, she stole his tax refund check, cashed it, and used it for a baby grand piano. Keep in mind, at this time that my family (Dad, Mom, and I) were starving, and we needed that money for rent and groceries. Yes, She continues to be as heinous and manipulative as ever.

That is the heinous, child raping, money stealing, manipulative, and evil side of my family that belongs to my Dad. Oh, there’s his brother I guess, who smokes pot all the time and is more or less a dead-beat. That’s about it. That’s the family of me.

Zombie Strippers, and other whores.

I’m in class, and my boyfriends roommate is sitting behind me, and all I can think is “bathroom hog”! Which really isn’t fair because it’s his freaking apartment! I’m just the girlfriend who is over WAY too much and who spends ungodly amount of time at his apartment. Oh well? Yeah, this morning I woke up like fifteen minutes before I had to leave, and this guy was in the shower the whole time, and I really really needed to take a whizz. Yeah, totally had to hold it, the entire walk to class. My guy walks me to class everyday now that he isn’t in school and doesn’t have a job. It’s great, and at the same time, I wish he’d get a job he liked.

I’ve realized that I cannot for the life of me focus on some Korean woman, or guy as we have today, with really bad accents talk about Korean colonialism. Colonialism is a big thing in Political Science these days. It’s like countries have emotional baggage, and it’s all because of colonialism. Oh joy. I think this guy is mumbling about how the economy was affected... but really, he could be talking about the movie Zombie Strippers, and I’d have no idea. I made my guy go watch this documentary on Estonia and singing (yeah, it was just as mind-numbing as you ‘re envisioning), and he said since I made him see that I have to see Zombie Strippers with him. Frankly, as long as I don’t have to see “The Singing Revolution” that we just saw, I’ll be happy.

Lately there’s been a lot of pictures and whatnot about Jenna Jameson, and while she is a porn star... I just don’t get it. In her time, she was hot sure. But her time has past and she’s like the strawberry at the bottom of the bin. You know, the one that used to be so juicy, sweet, and delectable, but is now growing mold in odd places, and is sunken in on one side. That is my opinion of Jenna Jameson. Another one of those has beens, is Pamela Anderson. I remember when I was a kid and she was hot stuff... well mostly. But the fact that people are still whacking off to her? That’s kind of wrong. I mean, she’s old enough to be some of these guys moms. Plus, she’s like in those commercials about anti-bacterial soaps where they show the competitors, and then theirs and you see all these nasty things crawling around in the one circle, and like none or maybe one in the second circle. She is definitely in the first circle. She is just crawling with every form of STD known to man! When they cure cancer, they’ll still not know what to do with all the things that plague her.

I’m a witch. I really am. I make fun of everyone behind their backs. Unless I’m close to them, then I do it to their face. I saw a girl with parts of her head shaved, the rest died blonde, then pink, she was wearing a skirt, that looked like she took three of the ugliest most haggard skirts and layered them on top of each other. Then she was wearing white beat up storm trooper boots. She was a piece of work. When I saw her my guy and I were walking to my class, and I turned to him and said “Why would you choose a girl like me when you could have a catch like that?”. We both looked over at her and started cracking up laughing. Which is when I realized how heinous I am.

You’d think I’d be nice and sweet all the time, but no. I mean, I was fat as a kid. I was a chubby one. Plus, I had braces for six years, and headgear for like... three or four of those? I got teased in elementary school al the frigging time. It’s just so easy when you see the fat ugly kid with braces and unkept hair. I don’t know why I didn’t take care of my hair, but whatever. After elementary school, I moved, and I then I was a goth/punk /druggie kid. I just kind of went wherever I could get friends... which when you’re that fat ugly kid with poor social skills, is not a large selection. So yeah... I have every reason to be a nice, sweet girl because of all the humility I gathered as a kid. But, I guess not. I guess in losing those 80 pounds, learning what the crap to do with my hair, how to wear something that isn’t levi’s and a baggy shirt, and learning about the foreign world of make-up, with all that materialistic education, I also learned how to be a heinous witch. Stinky... Oh well, at least I’m hot! (Totally joking. I might have gotten cuter and all that, but I’m still the most insecure person with the lowest self esteem known to man).

I remember there was a guy in high school, who was such a jerk to me my junior year. He used to think up pranks to embarrass and humiliate me, ad well, he was really good at it. He always made me want to cry, but I never did luckily! Anyhow, the summer of my Junior year, you know, when I slimmed down and got hot? Yeah, that one. Well when I came back, he completely didn’t recognize me, and he was hitting on me and he asked if I wanted to go out sometime and was trying to get my number, and trying to get my name, and I turned to him (after leading him on a fair amount in front of his friends), and I said something to the effect of: I’m and there is not a chance on God’s green earth that I’d be dumb enough to go out with a guy like you, not even if we you were the last man on earth. Combine that with your small dick, and even smaller IQ, and the odds are definitely against you buddy. Then I walked off laughing at him and he felt humiliated in front of a bunch of people. I loved that moment. I think that’s the start of my witch stage. I’m calling it a stage because I’m hoping some day I can be the sweet grandma that’s filled with love and fresh baked cookies. (Notice how I say grandma, not mother? Yeah...).

Donnie Darko, Yes, Southland Tales, NO

So today in church, they gave us a lesson about how we should be journal writers and my boyfriend was like, hey, you should save your blogs, they’re like your journal. Sounds fine right? Then I started thinking about how I’m putting my journal on the web, for the public... Wow. Remember when you were like fifth grade age and you wouldn’t let anyone touch your journal and you locked it? I think it’s funny that when we’re young we keep all that stuff bottled up and won’t let anyone get near it, and when we’re older, we post it all over the net. Nice one guys, nice.

But, if this were my journal, I’d have to be like... uh.. So today, I got out of bed and woke up, went to school, came home and did homework, went to work, came home, spent a little time with the guy, went to sleep. Yeah, real interesting. Today was kind of interesting though. I woke my guy up when I got out of bed at 630 this morning. Oops... Then I went to breakfast with one of my best friend Josh who was visiting from 2 hours North. It was fun, kind of weird though... About six months ago, he confessed his love for me, and ever since then, for SOME reason, things have been a bit more awkward. After breakfast though, we went home and watched Battle Star Galactica episodes before lunch time. Lunch entailed heading back home, saying adieu to Josh, and trying to find out what was making my guy so grumpy. Then church, for two of the three hours, and then... Well, dinner was pizza, and now we’ve reached the present.

This past weekend we watched a movie, called Southland Tales... It has the Rock in it, and Sarah Michelle Gellar, and Sean William Scott, and Mandy Moore, and... yeah, some no-names. But it was by the same guy who did Donnie Darko, which my guy and I both LOVE. This one... great plot in a lot of ways, but the whole sex filled porn star ridden aspects took away from what could have been as good as Donnie Darko. I was saddened. I mean, I like sex, I really do. We all do right? (If you don’t, see a doctor). But I’d rather be the one doing the sex than watching people talk about it and do it on television. Call me weird, but...

Another weird movie is Fear X. So bizarre, a bit too artistic for me, but I really liked it. This guy’s wife is murdered in the parking lot outside the mall he works at, and it’s about him obsessing about her killer, and trying to find him by watching security tapes over and over again. It’s bizarre for sure, because he catches on in a way, and yeah... Watch it, then kill me later for making you watch such a freaky film. I like the freaky ones though. They’re interesting, minus Southland Tales... That’s just dumb. Don’t try to combine political satire and Star Trek in one. Okay, it wasn’t really Star Trek, but there were tears in space time, and time travel. Both which by themselves could be the start to a really good movie.