Sunday, June 02, 2002
I love the weekends. Weekends are the only time I have to really catch up with my online social life. And my real life social life, for that matter.
I ventured to the movies with my best friend, Micki, yesterday afternoon, and we watched Insomnia... unfortunately. It was SUCH a bad movie. And people wonder why Robin Williams isn't a respected actor anymore. When you get involved in lousy flicks like that... oh, it was terrible. So predictable, and with more plot holes than I could count. I sat there, laughing at it the whole time, making comments about Hilary Swank's rabbit teeth and postulating what would happen next (and I was almost always right). And the ending was an absolute riot (spoilers ahead, if you actually care):
[Al Pacino stumbles out of the Alaskan cabin after killing Robin Williams, aka, the Bad Guy.]
Me: Wait... wasn't he shot?
Micki: Yeah, I think so.
Me: And wasn't he beaten up, like, three times in the past ten minutes?
Micki: Yeah.
Me: This is like Hollow Man. He's invincible!
Micki: (laughs) Oh, if he falls down, I am going to die.
[Al Pacino falls to his knees, then collapses. Hilary Swank rushes to his side.]
Me: (gasps for breath) There he goes!
Micki: (laughs uncontrollably)
[Deep meaningful conversation between Dying Al Pacino and Hilary Swank.]
Me: "I have to tell you something... I killed my partner... oh, you already figured that out. Duh."
Micki: "Kiss me!"
Me: (giggles) "But be careful, your huge teeth might get in the way!"
And so on. Hee. But even with the amusement the film offered me, it was NOT worth my $5.50.
So, I feel so absolutely lazy right now. There are a number of my friends' writings that I could and should be commenting on, but I simply don't feel like it. I haven't felt like it in the past week... instead, I just shove it aside and procrastinate, and then I feel guilty.
Of course, what I really want to do is write -- but I can't seem to do that either. It's like I have this craving to write something, anything, but whenever I sit down to a new document in Word, my mind is just... blank. I don't think it's writer's block, exactly. Well, maybe a little. But it's more like I just don't know what I want to write. And no revolutionary brainwaves are coming to me, either. Oh, well. It's not like I have a lot of time to dedicate to anything literary at the moment, anyway.
In other news, my father and brother are going to Midland for the next five days to hang out up there, which means no internet sharing this week. Yay!
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