| People shouldn't go home for the weekend. I don't go home for the weekend. I can't go out alone. You people are all fartheads and urinefaces.
Oh yeah - Valentine's Day. That'll be equally eventful.
My Valentine, if there are no other takers.
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| I haven't written a blog on here in a month, so I suppose it's due time. How has everyone been? Well, I hope. I've been pretty well myself, actually. The world is open to me now like never before, and I'm not really sure what I'm going to do it about it. The uncertainty is quite nice, actually. I like not knowing what the future will hold. I like knowing that if I want to write a comedic musical based on the story of Oedipus, I can (and I am). I effing love that. I love that I can have crushes on people. I'm not currently crushing on anyone in particular, but knowing that I can is a pretty damned good feeling. Even better, I now know that I don't have to be infatuated with someone to be happy, and that, my friends, is amazing.
I have an odd mixture of emotions these days. I'm almost always anxious about something - both definitions of it, too. I await the future, but it scares the hell out of me.
I like it that way.
What am I doing this weekend? I'm not quite sure. But I'm actually going to do *something* - and that makes me happier than I've been in a long time.
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| I've played this game for hours.
I can't stop.
I'm going to go to sleep with images of chords and licks coming towards my presumably closed eyes.
It will haunt me in my sleep in ways that only Tetris has before.
It is evil, and yet it is somehow also one of the greatest goods to ever exist on God's green earth.
Guitar Hero - I love you. Thank you for entering my life and becoming a part of me.
I'll never forget you.
How could I? I spend every waking moment with you, and when I'm asleep, I dream of your wonder.
Thank you, Guitar Hero. Thank you for everything you've done for me.
Every time I press down on your whammy bar, I know how it feels to be loved.
Did you ever know that you're my Guitar Hero?
You're the wind beneath Paul McCartney's Wings.
Rock on, kids. Always wear protection.
Until next time...
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| The Bishop's Wife ****1/2
Who Killed The Electric Car? ****1/2
The Holiday *****
The Nativity Story ***1/2
Bobby ***
Natural Born Killers ***
Tampopo ****
I, Robot ***1/2
The Ant Bully **
Keeping the Faith ***1/2
Oliver Stone's America ***
White Christmas ***
Platoon *****
I've practically finished my Christmas shopping, and I'm going to be done with my first semester of college within the hour. And what have I accomplished?
I've watched a lot of movies, some of which I actually get paid to review.
So that's always good.
By the way, the movie White Christmas is NOT about Christmas! It's mostly just a montage of singing and dancing strung together by a paper-thin plot that exists only to showcase the singing and dancing! WTF?
Christmas classic, my ass.
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