arg.
I don't know why, but if there is one thing in the world that I can't abide, it's the knowledge that I'm right and someone doesn't agree. It seems petty, I suppose, but it aggravates me to an insane degree. I don't get mad that often, not really, unless it involves this sort of thing.
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I really just can't stand him. It's sad, because I thought that he would be a good alternative. I liked him all right in the past, but he has this sort of way about him...it just drives me up a wall. Its not something he has done that is so obnoxious, it's just his being that is so ... maddening? It's the way he believes, earnestly, in his superiority, his undying faith in himself, the way he feels like he possess everything around him...
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I thought I was free, honestly, but he's only better by degrees. They're the same sort of person, it's just that he doesn't take it as far, I suppose.
garg. enough whining for today.
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The Dead Poet's Society is a wonderful movie. If you haven't had the chance to see it, I highly recomend it. It makes you think, but isn't over the top. Very sad, though.
I'm so glad there's finally snow. It was gorgeous last night, more so than it had any right to be. The sky was an odd color, almost yellow. Sort of the color of light from an open window on snow outside, if you can imagine that. It wasn't an imposing or ominous look, just warm and quiet, I suppose. The sound of a snowfall is the most brillant of all possible ... noises. Being outside in a snowfall at night is like being the first person alive, and feeling the possibility of an empty world.
There's nothing like it.