Cracked Actor
Gonna stay up today. I'm just really wide awake and there's lots to do, so I'll skip the meds and maybe go to bed at a semi normal hour tonight. That would make Karen happy!
Well, it's official... Mel Gibson is an ass. It's sad, really. My whole family used to rally around the Mad Max movies (well, Thunderdome anyway), and Lethal Weapon because they were fun and crazy. Braveheart was another one I really liked. Then we watched Signs in the theater, I was excited because I enjoy M. Night's direction and it turned out to be really disappointing to me. I got this weird vibe off Mel in that movie that left a sour taste in my mouth. I couldn't put my finger on it, and it was shrugged off as me being strange. It's to date my least favorite M. Night movie. It seems like after that, Mel started getting extra crazy or I started noticing it more. I dunno. But... yeah. He's off his rocker, and it's sad. Especially as I can't look at my old favorites the same way anymore. Just sad.
On a lighter note, Misheard Lyrics of Wishmaster! Yoinked from magic_potion, man I love that song. :)
Otherwise... not much to tell. Writing a letter to my friend Dariel, who was my "big sister" in the Big Sister program a long ways back. The program itself is pretty lame and we never attended anything we were supposed to, we just hung out, painted, hiked, and did cool stuff. Haven't written or called in a while, and she's not big on the intarwebs so I'm printing out some pics of the babies and us to send her along with my letter. Also, working on my numerous other projects. No news on the serial killer, recently. I'm betting he split town.
Yesterday was mostly just a cleaning day, and today Amarin and I are going to errand and pop by the gym. Right now, I am surrounded by hyper bunnies and a whiny Cleo who wants me to go to bed. She cries at me to do things by the book. "Sleep now! Potty now! Get up now!" You'd think with as much as Cleo yells at me, my day would be much more structured.
Well, it's official... Mel Gibson is an ass. It's sad, really. My whole family used to rally around the Mad Max movies (well, Thunderdome anyway), and Lethal Weapon because they were fun and crazy. Braveheart was another one I really liked. Then we watched Signs in the theater, I was excited because I enjoy M. Night's direction and it turned out to be really disappointing to me. I got this weird vibe off Mel in that movie that left a sour taste in my mouth. I couldn't put my finger on it, and it was shrugged off as me being strange. It's to date my least favorite M. Night movie. It seems like after that, Mel started getting extra crazy or I started noticing it more. I dunno. But... yeah. He's off his rocker, and it's sad. Especially as I can't look at my old favorites the same way anymore. Just sad.
On a lighter note, Misheard Lyrics of Wishmaster! Yoinked from magic_potion, man I love that song. :)
Otherwise... not much to tell. Writing a letter to my friend Dariel, who was my "big sister" in the Big Sister program a long ways back. The program itself is pretty lame and we never attended anything we were supposed to, we just hung out, painted, hiked, and did cool stuff. Haven't written or called in a while, and she's not big on the intarwebs so I'm printing out some pics of the babies and us to send her along with my letter. Also, working on my numerous other projects. No news on the serial killer, recently. I'm betting he split town.
Yesterday was mostly just a cleaning day, and today Amarin and I are going to errand and pop by the gym. Right now, I am surrounded by hyper bunnies and a whiny Cleo who wants me to go to bed. She cries at me to do things by the book. "Sleep now! Potty now! Get up now!" You'd think with as much as Cleo yells at me, my day would be much more structured.