Been listening to the End of Evangelion soundtrack for the past hour or so. Strangely enough, the clouds and sunlight are mimicing the music; at appropriate times the sun ducks underneath the clouds, and as the music swells during the Canon in D the clouds part.

And now the shadowing caused by a swaying palmtree is in perfect rhythm with "Thanatos' " beat.

I got screwed at Wherehouse when I bought my Dahmer DVD. Apparently it was the 80's version of the film (and not the recent, and highly acclaimed, version) so everything was really 80's-porno like. Especially the cheezy gore scenes.

I mean, Dahmer didn't dissect all of his victims in the bathtub. And the boy that almost got away did not look like he was 12.

Overall, I felt disappointed. More so when I had the opportunity to buy the better version at Blockbuster that night. But dad was there and he said no.

Even though it was my own money. Huh.

Also, at the MasterCuts in the mall, I got my hair cut. Much to my chagrin, I got the crotchety old woman instead of Angie because the latter was busy dying a woman's head. Tch.

The haircut was satisfactory... until I realized that I looked like Travis. Needless to say, I will be styling my hair until it grows out a bit more.

So, to celebrate the occasion, I let sis play with my hair while I was working on math homework. Her attempts at making liberty spikes was attrocious.

But now I'm sold on the whole palmnade(sp?) thing. I don't mind the shoe-polish smelling stuff as much as I did before.

Slept half the day away already. Not good nor productive in the least bit.

And I've been reading a lot of JTHM.

Hm... no wonder grandma prays for my soul just about every night.