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Saturday, January 11, 2003

on my mind

first: i just finished watching the movie minority report starring tom cruise and some other people. it was okay, i guess, except it kept not ending. i hate movies that do that, and you know the ones i'm talking about. they have a perfectly suitable ending, then go on for forty more minutes. yeah. of course, i suppose it was necessary to tie everything up neatly at the end, and have the good guys (who are named tom cruise) win and the bad guys (who are not named tom cruise) die. blah.

second: people are idiots. and no, i'm not going to specify.

third: my two favorite phrases in the world right now are "shut up" and "you godless couchfuck". the beautiful part of these phrases is that they can be combined into one ultra-mega-phrase: shut up, you godless couchfuck. oh, it makes me a little teary-eyed.

fourth: i have a mystery bruise on my foot. i'm not one of those people who bruise easily. in fact, it generally takes quite a severe... something... to bruise me. things so severe, i remember them later. but no. i've got this little bruise speck on the top of my right foot. nobody stepped on my foot. i did not step on my own foot. nothing was dropped on my foot, nor was my foot run over by a truck. the bruise wasn't there before i went to bed. in fact, it wasn't even there this morning. it just magically appeared, right around 1:20 p.m., eastern standard time. feh.

fifth: i guess i could come out and say that i'm actually not as evil as people think i am. i don't tend to harbor grudges. i'm quiet. i read books. i get my feelings hurt a lot, and as such, i've become good at counting my losses and moving on. i am, for all intents and purposes, that geek girl in the corner. yeah, i could come out and say that, but i won't. i have a reputation to uphold.

sixth: i'm really upset about this bruise. where did it come from? where? where, damn you, where?

seventh: is there anything nicer than a beautifully made bed and freshly-washed sheets? the answer to that, of course, is yes... yes there is.

eighth: i hate typing the word "eighth".

ninth: i had a dream the other night about the boy i spent at least half of my high school years being completely in love with. i don't know why i decided to dream about him, as i haven't seen this boy in almost five years, and i haven't had any sort of correspondence with him for at least two. the dream itself was both cryptic and unsatisfying, which would make sense, since almost every experience i ever had with this boy was exactly that way.

tenth: i don't think people use the word "verily" enough these days. i like this word a great deal, and as such, i'm bringing it back. call it a one-woman language revolution, if you will. i think i would appreciate that.

now comment, or i shall weep. and trust me, you don't want a weepy jamelah. i don't cry very much and once i get started, i can't stop until i'm all red-faced and hiccup-y. don't make me go there. just don't.





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