Sometimes I wish I could go back to Huntsville. Not for the school, not for the shitty "clubs," not for everything cool closing at 5pm (and this was supposed to be a college town)... but for the memories I have there. But, I know that could never come to pass. Not without dirty looks and grumblings and gripes and genuine hate.
X-Men III. Oh, what to say about it. It wasn't a bad movie, but it wasn't good either. Just as I was getting into a scene, it cut to another one. Too much action in just two hours. Rushed. But, of course, they left room for another movie... especially if you stayed 'til after the credits were done... dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun.
I'm alive... how 'bout you?