So. Superman was pretty good. The new IMAX theatre in Covington is pretty pimp, the seats have a ton of cushioning and they're big enough so that I can sit cross-legged. There weren't enough seats in the theatre though, like the IMAX in New Orleans, but the Hi-def was amazing and the sound was incredible. The 3-D scenes were cheesy, I'll admit, ( Read more... )

I hate sitting around and waiting. And waiting for nothing because I know there isn't anything to do. I can't stand being idle...sitting around while my life passes me by makes my skin crawl ( Read more... )

Wow. I was reading through the journals I kept in high school and it's amazing at how little I have changed. So many of my anxious thoughts and insecurities remain with me, three years or so later. It's funny how I rambled about being stressed in high school. High school. If there's ever a time not to be stressed, it's high school. Good thing I ( Read more... )

I'm really happy Alaster is coming home tomorrow. Reallly happy.
And Maegan is back!
I'm going out tonight...trying to be less anti-social.
And maybe proving something to myself?
Hrmm.
I hope I rock at poker.

Eh, I don't know. I'm stressed, and edgy. For no particular reason. Or for very particular reasons I just don't feel like discussing. What a drag, you know? Why do I feel like talking about something will make it more of a reality than just ignoring it ( Read more... )

It's amazing how one summer can differ so drastically from the next. In high school summers represented complete freedom. The last day of school was just crazy...we ran down the halls like idiots and of course at Fontianebleau (the epitome of ghetto) a few jackasses would set of stink-bombs. There'd be talks of bomb threats, parties and whatever ( Read more... )

Why is it that something as simple as changing up your livejournal a bit can make you have a slightly different attitude towards life? Lame as that may be, I'm really trying to be more optimistic about...stuff. I'd prefer to call myself a "realist" rather than a "pessimist," but I must admit I usually combine the two. Or lean towards pessimism most ( Read more... )

Alaster and I have always been terrible at "good-byes." But I think it's romantic and important- and if saying good-bye started getting easier, I would probably worry. Actually, I would worry. A lot. Because I tend to worry about everything small and unimportant almost as much as I worry about the big, life-altering stuff (what classes do I want to ( Read more... )

you can't force yourself to write.
it just doesn't work that way.

and it really all comes down to this ( Read more... )