So, after two days of being an absolute unprogressive, car-less hermit held captive in my own household, I've finally got plans tomorrow! Yeah, it really doesn't sound like much, but when you've been at home doing nothing for what feels like two weeks, you would know what I mean. And true, having plans for just one day isn't saying much in the long run. Yet alas - my interior time bomb will stop ticking because once I step foot outside of my house without parental supervision close by...I can smoke a cigarette. Believe me, one feels the effects of nicotine withdrawal even just four hours after your usual time lapse between cigarettes. For me, it'll be almost three days. That's why whenever I am forced to be at home for some time, I try to avoid incursions as much as possible, in fear of - myself. Seriously, bitches get on edge without their nicotine, therefore endorphin, fix. Sucks balls, man. What sucks on top of that is, I can't tell my folks that that's the reason for my short fuse that happens every so often. They would say that it's bullshit and they would be even more furious had they found out I don't smoke five cigarettes a day that I've told them on previous occasions just to make them leave me and my problems be.
You know who I really dig?
No relation to the former half of this entry. Anyway, the more times that I watch The Maltese Falcon, the more I enjoy it. With every viewing, the viewer catches more subtle details about the movie that just makes it all the more brilliant. You see, the first time upon watching this film, I started to lose interest and doze off into space while sitting in my chair. Could have been an attention issue on my part, but I could tell you that with the second, third, and fourth times upon viewing it, the more and more interesting the movie got each time.