7.21.2001
 
Erm, yeah. Saw American Sweethearts with my family who dragged me o'er. Nice movie though. When we got into the theater, all the empty seats were sectioned off into pairs, so sis and I decided to sit together. Just so happens that we were completely surrounded by guys on dates. ("Why do I feel like a fag hag right now?" "Because, sis, you are one.") They were all being nice and cute and cuddly... it made me sick to my stomach with jealousy. How dare they be happy with someone in the movies?! (glares at him, him, her, him, him, and him)

Hrm... could it be possible that little Chucky's having a relapse of the M kind? Very likely.

Ugh... need to put those thoughts aside.

For the past two hours I've been scouring my cd collection (and that of my sister's) for tracks with semi-psychotic speaking parts. (or in the case of the OLP cd "Spiritual Machines", tracks themselves) While reading A Brave New World (yes, I'm finally reading it... and it's rather interesting too) I had an idea for a short art film concerning the "manchine" project back during the middle of the school year. Still not completely sure about what images will be shown, or in what sequence, but I do know that there will be synthesized speech in the background.

Yeah, so I'm in a weird mood today. Too weird to be talking much, anyways. So I'll shut up.

(by the way, Andy I'm still waiting for that new layout)

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