| March 21,2003 I love Friday night. I have always loved Friday night, way more than Saturday night (because I dread Sunday). Tonight is the premiere of the new Ted Bundy movie. You better believe I'll be running back here to review it. Maybe not tonight..but possible. Depends on how passionately I feel. Not that I'm trying to glamorize or romanticize the terror of Ted Bundy. This is not a sick obession, just a fascination with a persons capabilities..to be able to pull off such a charismatic, natural act..but to be a sociopathic monster.. War. War. War. That is all I have heard about all day long. I shut my eyes and the images remain. It is ludicrous, too, because they report ONE death. The death of a U.S. marine who was accidently killed by a fellow soldier. Do you really think that is the only one who was killed in the past 48 hours of hard core bomb dropping? Give me a break. Then again those OTHER deaths are not deaths at all....collateral damage is the term, I believe. Sickening. I have quite a bit of math homework. Finals are soon and I'd like to brush up on my theorems and constructions et cetera. Before I go I should mention something positive that happened to me today. I babysat, for an hour, and the six year old girl, Emily, told me she would miss me when I left. She even asked her Dad if I could stay around for awhile (after he'd come home). I found that very sweet...especially since young kids are usually not so animated about my presence. I finished The Green Mile today. I should probably mention that the book WAS different than the movie. I enjoyed both, but (suprisingly) the movie made me cry and cry whereas the book only squeezed a light tear out of me. Usually books have a stronger effect but I guess since I was familiar with the story it isn't a fair example. Big plans for weekend: Not really. Most hipster, busy teenagers would cringe at my "big plans" but I intend to make a run to the bookstore and/or library for a new batch of books..need to stock the shelves for the upcoming weeks. Also I may or may not (finally) rent some movies. Maybe work on the site? Take some photos of lovely Key West? The normal things I always intend to do. Couch potato stuff. Throw some bike rides in the mix and you have the story of my life. Speaking of my bike, I'm also thinking of painting it. Possibly green, black and pink. We'll see...that will only happen if I'm feeling REALLY ambitious. I'm having a lot of trouble breathing right now. It is either smoke or humidity, I don't know. I don't like the thought of pinpointing my respitory "problems" to one thing..then I will be one of those annoying people who avoids smokers, or gardens, or pets. I can't let that happen to me! We are a society of hypochondriacs. Life is so good that we feel the need to create our problems. My dad used to work with asbestos AND DDT. Two things that are illegal now..poisons so toxic (no less than in my Dad's day) that SWAT teams are the only people who can handle them..guys in masks and protective suits. My Dad has been around smoke so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face in bars he owned all his life..not to mentioned the fact that he himself smoked for the past fifty years. He doesn't so much as cough, in fact, he is healthier then most fourty year olds. (he is 67) People just like to complain. They're under the false impression it makes them interesting to have some terrible ailment. They're wrong. I hate it when people's flaws become the very essence of their being, like that is all they are..it defines them. I'm on a tangent now. Speaking of tangents I should probably go work on that math. Back |