Father’s Day
I was looking at a bunch of pictures from Oz the other day, and I swear to god I’m wearing like the same outfit in every single one. Two pictures from my friend Una, which I know for a fact were taken a month apart, I’m wearing the same damn yellow t-shirt and blue cord spantz. Given I wore the spantz a lot (because two of my three skirts were ripped, and well, whatever), but I know I changed the t-shirts up. I mention this because I find myself wearing that same outfit yet again today. I do that sometimes. Like if on a Friday night I wear some combination of clothes, and on Saturday (since odds are overwhelming that said clothes are still on my floor) if I’m going out with other people to a different place, I’ll totally wear the same thing. If I’m feeling lazy… so yeah, I’ll wear the same thing.
Went and saw “Saved” last night. It was really good til about the last 20 minutes when it totally started pulling its punches. After being for the entire movie like, ‘Oh god, look at the silly things that come from organized religion,’ the moral of the story is that a) god exists and b)everyone will eventually stop being zealots and learn to accept people different from them and by shiny, happy people. I feel like this kind of defeats the purpose of the film. But the director’s probably laughing all the way to the bank, so who am I to tell him not to write some silly teen comedy bullshit at the end of what was otherwise an amusing and engaging story? I could also comment on his (and anyone else’s) casting of Jena Malone in a principal role, but I won’t. Okay, just for a sec- her stupid skinny lips when she ‘pouts’ makes me want to hit her in the face. Yeah, yeah I’m a bad person, but she’s a bad actor.
I’m really impressed by the speed at which this CD burner is allowing me to appropriate others’ music collection. I’m done, which means I’m done!
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