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6:53 p.m. || 2005-02-17
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I watched 3 movies back to back and my eyes are burning themselves away. First was The Shawshank Redemption which I yelled "Hey!" loudly when I found it in the DVD cupboard, and my maid wondered what had happened. It's no surprise that it's one of the top rated movies on IMDB, it's an adaptation of Stephen King's work and Morgan Freeman and Tim Robbins both lead the pack to tell the tale of hope and life in and out of prison and everything inbetween. Great movie. I am just so blind just to have not seen it lying around before.
After that it was 28 Days Later..., which, by the way, was kind of a disappointment. The people weren't really zombies. They were just, strangely, mad and angry. Which was actually, what the virus made everything. Mad and angry. I know RE:Apocalypse came about in the year 2004, but I just felt that the total idea, the beginning of the movie just seemed so... ripped off. That probably means that RE ripped off 28 Days Later, but I'm not the type to take a dig at my own fandom.
Speaking of fandom, I was surfing around that day, reading random things when I came across the little X Men community. I found home in a Bobby-Marie-John kind of fuzziness. Yes, a threesome. It is very, very strange, because triangles draw me like flies to the blue light. By the way, threesome is not a dirty word, only if you think it. Normally everyone thinks it, so I'll just clarify. Remember that Bobby is the girls' swooned-over Iceman, Marie is the Southern belle Rogue, and John is (my favourite, by the way) Pyro. A mean mouth can sometimes thrill the socks off some people. Alot of the time.
Five minutes of stepping into the house of BMJ-ness and I wrote myself a startling gem in the span of 45 minutes during American Idol.
I am ecstatic to see Constantine the rocker who left his band pull through. That is a spoiler. Sorry if I spoiled. He's going to the piano show, and I hope he does good. He reminds me of Richard Ashcroft and Gavin Rossdale and Daniel, the lead singer from Silverchair altogether, just that he has a big nose.
DvDs to buy:
And so goes the remaining traces of paper in my wallet that actually count. Pffft. People who despise rap music openly for no good plausible reason earn a big fat finger from me. I'm feeling a little moody today.
I hope you're doing okay.
There's a huge machine on my desk now because dad insisted that he put it there. I was threatened to gain bruises if I didn't agree. It's a fax machine, a printer, a photocopier and a scanner all in one. And it's just so big. So what if there are two hundred million functions on the damn thing. It's big. I need my space. It stares and glares at me with a constant open mouth and its mere presence is bugging the shit out of me. I've been made to install a photo editing software that turns all my picture files into the same icon, so that really, really irritates me.
Everything I do, everything that's mine, someone's just gotta come along, demand something, and f*ck it up. Now he wants to stick the damn CD-writer into the back of this laptop. Honestly, all I really want is just a mouse and the internet in their respective ports, and the rest will just seem like raping my computer. If I weren't so stoned from watching movies, I would actually be angry. I'll be visting my grandfather later. There's going to be Minority Report at 10 something later in the night. Hope we'll be back by then.
I have not touched chocolate in a week.
No. A person doesn't just wake up and stop loving somebody! ~Buffy, "I Only Have Eyes For You"
