As my schedule slowly builds up, and I become more and more busy, I'm losing my desperately needed slack off time, which is what made today so great. I don't know how it
happened, but by some fluke, I got absolutely no sem homework this weekend. So David, Casey and Kenton came over and we goofed off for a while. David clearly left too early, because after he was gone, Kenton and I made a run to Blockbuster and picked up Sin City, and Kill Bill Volumes 1 and 2. It was our Tarantino (Or at least Tarantino related) movie fest. We forgot to pick up pulp fiction, which Kenton has yet to see, but oh well. So here I am at five in the morning, typing up this entry and reflecting on my past seven hours of movie watching. And also reflcting on the past month or so.

I feel like I've learned a lot in the past month. Mainly I've learned that sometimes its just easier to hate people, and that I hate people who are impossible to hate. Nice little eternal struggle going on in that sentence. I think I've come to the realization that some things just aren't worth worrying about, especially since I'm clearly the only person who cares at all.

On an unrelated note from cryptic and confusing "self-discovery", I love my new computer. There is something about the ability to play Counterstrike Source (as well as all Source Engine games. I love Half-Life 2!) on 1280 by 1024 resolution and still maintain a flawless frame rate that makes me feel warm and fuzzy all over. Aditionally, Civ IV is clearly enhanced now that I don't have to wait ten seconds between each of my turns for my computer to rest control in my hands again. If theres anyone who wants to meet up with me on Counterstrike sometime, just leave a message to that end. I'm not terribly good, but I haven't played that much yet, as I've only had the computer for a week.

Thats just about all I can think of to say, so I guess this is where I'll call it quits. But first....

Sometimes I just can't help, the way I feel...
So if thats a problem, its your problem, and not mine.

Seriously, nothing tops reading through my brothers assorted poems and archived song lyrics.