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Saturday, March 15th, 2003
8:51 pm - People will say we're in love
My mother brought Good Housekeeping home from the store today. This wouldn't interest me, except for the fact that I can't stop marvelling at Nicole Kidman's coppery hair against her white shoulders.

Mom is probably wondering why I'm watching her read. Maybe she'll think it's Oedipal. That would be a laugh.

current mood: lecherous amazement
current music: Mom's listening to Top 40. I wish she understood headphones

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Friday, March 14th, 2003
8:05 pm - Writing a paper
If I could only type faster than my doubts, I could have a complete but terrible paper by now. I need to just let it roll....

current mood: aggravated
current music: The Doors- Roadhouse Blues

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Saturday, March 1st, 2003
6:40 pm - Oh, what a beautiful morning!
I haven't seen the sunrise for months. Sometimes, it is very good to tip the last of a Heineken down your throat just as the sky flushes.

current mood: thoughtfully giddy
current music: I'm humming to myself.

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Friday, February 21st, 2003
12:04 am - I settled for The Faculty
It would be fun to say that it was the worst movie ever, but that isn't very true. It just wasn't so good. No swashbuckling and no character development, but I liked that Geeky Elijah Wood (GEW, as opposed to Decaying Frodo) saved the school. Too bad the screenwriters didn't realize that Casey would never be able to even squeak in the presence of Delilah, Stan, and probably Zeke. They sketched a kid who apologizes when it's not his fault, runs like a pansy, and gets slammed into a flagpole every morning, and then they thought they could give him this sarcastic, strangely self-confident little voice. That little voice may very well play inside the downtrodden boy's head, but he'd trade slinking through the floor to more fists and attention any day. I kept expecting Casey to really cry, to really cringe, to fucking crawl across the gym floor and out of everyone's sight and into the tightest, most painful ball in the corner.

I wish I had rented something else. I already have to go to high school, no need to pontificate about its pecking order during my free time. It's not worth hating.

I should finish my essay for Scripture. I'm writing about God in nature. I'm trying so hard not to sweep into vitalism and how that's so infinitely richer than stale religions, but I really just want to write that and not worry about the wrath of Mr. Gooddart.

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Thursday, February 20th, 2003
8:32 pm - Time at the Movie Store
I tried to rent Gregory's Girl tonight, but the supposed repository of all things rare and unusual didn't have it. It was listed in their tome, though. They gave it a dark arrow, which means that it was "good, but I reserve the word masterpiece for more intense work." I feel cheated, but right now, I think I would rather watch something with swashbuckling. Did they ever turn The Scarlet Pimpernel into a movie? I bet it would be awful, if so.

current mood: bemused

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4:43 pm - This is more addicting than I thought.
How soon until someone reads this? How soon until someone in my town staggers across this journal and spends days wondering if some boy standing in Recordtown is maybe Devlin, who is typing somewhere, somewhere nearby?

current mood: dizzy
current music: Bright Eyes- Lover I Don't Have to Love

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4:29 pm - Look upon my works, ye mighty, and despair.
I am here, cynicism flaring my nostrils but fingers still on the keys.

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