I saw a few movies early Sunday morning..as in around 1AM or so. Permanent Midnight with Ben Stiller (I swear, I NEVER want to see this guy do any love scenes ever ever again) and the wonderfully beautiful Maria Bello. An...okay...movie. In one scene, they play Prodigy's Smack My Bitch Up during one of Jerry's (Ben Stiller) heroin scenes. Gee, wasn't expecting that :P (sarcasm).

Yay! Finally saw Way of the Gun with Ryan Philippe, that wonderfully hot guy, Benicio del Toro, Juliette Lewis, and James Caan. It was pretty good. Enough violence and psychobabble to keep one interested.

I should be taking a shower soon. What time is it, anyway? Almost 1AM. It's going to be pretty fucking cold tomorrow and I want to get a haircut. I even pulled out shirts from my closet b/c I'm anticipating nice weather. Yeah, if you consider 28 degrees nice fucking weather.

I hope when my dad comes back from the Philippines, we finally trade in the van for the SUV. I really want to drive a car that works. Fucking already. I think I have some obsessive compulsive disorder. I think I spent a few hours listening to my minidisc and pacing. Totally fucking spaced out. I guess I was daydreaming again. I really need to fucking stop that. It's not helping me in anyway. Except maybe driving me to the brink of fucking insanity.

Lesbians. Go figure.