It's 2:15am by the time I get home, and my clothes wreak of cigarette smoke. Visiting casinos till the wee hours of dawn can do that to you.

The purpose for this outing? My family went to go watch Pearl Harbor. Yes, we can tolerate eachother enough to actually go to movies with one another. We arrive at the casino with the theatre in it, and find out that the show we were suppose to see was sold out... so we went for the 10:00pm show. Thing is... it's a 3 hour movie.

To kill time, everyone went to the bowling arena in the same casino (which always manages to be on the other side of the building no matter which one you visit) and sat to watch others bowl. Mi hermana y yo were talking about life in general when "cosmo bowling" kicked in and the laser lights flashed in the darkened room while techno-remixes of pop songs blared loudly through the stereo. At about that time, we had to head back for the movie.

Alright... I'm sorry, but Pearl Harbor sucked. First, it was very trite, concerning the relationships and glorifying shots. The major death scene was, admittedly, one of the best ones I've seen in recent years. Everything was rather cliche.. but that's not saying much what with the current level of movie making. Second, the movie was so goddamn one-sided. The Japanese were portrayed as cold, strategizing, death-wished militarists (even though they were, not to the exaggerated level the movie brought it). But then again... if I wanted to see WW2 from their perspectives I wouldn't really go watch a movie called Pearl Harbor filmed by Americans, now would I. Which is why I need to see a good movie concerning Hiroshima and Nagano to balance out my war ratio.

This reminds me of an interesting conversation I had with my 7th grade social studies teacher. On the subject of WW2 and Pearl Harbor, a classmate asked how do the Japanese feel about that day, and the teacher said how their history books don't really elaborate on it. So, I asked if our textbooks ever did that. And that, ladies and gents, was when we got into a large discussion on the mistreatment of native americans by the white men.

After the movie, we stopped by the nearby cafe (still inside the casino) and I had a patty melt for a long overdue dinner. Halfway through the meal, a party of four guys sat in the booth next to us. One of the guys was blatantly gay (his rather loud conversation was about his numerous ex's), and all had had far too much mead for the night. The gay one was rather cute, but the others were boisterous assholes. Um... yeah.

... to link to another subject again... I don't know... but I think I'm giving off the impression that I'm more so an openly out person rather than the comfortably out person I am. I should spend some time being more reflective than the quasi-ditz I've been the past... two months. Well, in writting I have time to sort out my ideas (as they get sucked out by the evil screen I'm looking at) but I do act completely "valley" when I'm just talking about stuff. So, whenever I do want to be introspective at school and around friends, I often just sit amongst them and draw quietly. Then again, my friends aren't really one to talk deeply about a subject unless it's concerning anime or the rpg/cult/club of anime they've developed.

I make too many friends whom I can't sit down and just talk with. God... no wonder I have issues about self-expression.