Cigarettes smoked: 10 ( Read more... )

Cigarettes smoked: 11 (3 yesterday, btw ( Read more... )

In the middle of my six-movie weekend (I loathe my job), I took a much-needed break and...saw a movie. Luckily, it was Waking Life, and I'm sure a lot of the enthusiasm I have for it -- which isn't, like, ga-ga, but is pretty strong (I gave it a B+, if you must know) -- is because I've recently graduated from college and am 22 years old. ( Read more... )

No, no, I'm okay. Really, I'm super, I swear. Ignore that last posting.

A brutal day. I think I'm going to get fired. Came home, depressed out of my mind, only to find Paul *still* crashing on my roomate's bed. Forced to watch two shitty movies for my other job. Second movie interrupted by the arrival of Paul's mom to pick him up, an intrusion that resulted in me hearing Paul crying hysterically as his mom -- a ( Read more... )

Long day, hard day. Half of me wishes I had written something about it *when* it was all happening, as my emotions were running somewhere around a hundred miles an hour and I had lots to get off my chest...but the moments are all gone and I'm just about to hop in bed ( Read more... )

Today, I started my seemingly neverending quest to watch the movies I'm supposed to capsulize for my little section in the Philadelphia Weekly -- fyi, my first paying gig of, like, ever, and mine for nearly a year and a half now. More fyi: I write the Repertory Film and Video section of the little rag's Film section, where I am to write a couple- ( Read more... )

*What* am I doing? I think I swore these things off at some point in my life. But, look: I'm very bored. It's Sunday night, I have to hop into bed to call people to see if they want Philly Orchestra subscriptions, and I've smoked, like, I dunno, a 50 cigarettes today. What to do ( Read more... )