Mmm... Palmpilots. Yes Paul, many a noble tree would be saved by the use of one of those things. I could buy one right now if I ever got a ride to Best Buy or Radio Shack... but I think the money's best spent buying human fillet mignon. Gotta love that red meat... considering I don't eat red meat much these days.
Beautiful Thing is playing right now. After watching Get Real before hand, this movie's a nice compliment... in the story's ending anyways.
Scary point to make: I like ATeens. Strictly music wise, and only in very small and infrequent increments, but their music makes for good dancing tunes. Since parents will be gone till noon tomorrow, I'm gonna have loads of dancing time all to myself. Just as soon as my sis goes upstairs.
Hrm. Speaking of parents, it seems that Brant and I are in a bit of a similar situation. A line from a short film I saw says it all: "My parents don't know about my situation. You know, the 'me liking boys' one. But I think they know already even though we haven't talked a lot about it. They let me do whatever I want; they trust me. I guess they're cool... for parents." Okay, not exactly 100% like the actual saying, but it's more or less in the same context. Now all I have to do is muster up courage to tell em... but later, and when they're actually home.
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