Frankenstein (1931): kinda dumb, even if it did event the horror genre. i'm not really a fan of horror movies anyways. although i'm always up for some whores in a movie, just not the monster type. they completely over used the lightening and thunder effects, and the movie was really missing something. oh yeah, some freaking music would have been nice instead of just awkward silence throughout it all. i tried to pretend like i'd never seen a scary movie ever in order to see if this would scare me at all. didn't work. might have worked for the 30's, but for the, well, whatever we are in now, as far as a horror movie goes, i'd rather watch pretty woman. now that's a nice horror! don't see.
The Manchurian Candidate (1962): i don't have a lot to say about this movie. i haven't seen the remake, but imagine it will be much the same as this one. its a great story to have come from the 60's, especially pre Kennedy assassination and conspiracy and all that jazz. kinda hard to follow though and understand what is really going on. there are still some things i have questions about, which is unusual for a movie from so long ago. they were usually pretty cut and dry. the thing worth seeing is sinatra being the pimp that he is. otherwise, its just another movie. don't see.
for the month of october, i've bumped up my running to about 1.5 miles each night. man what an extra half mile will do to ya. i nearly died and puked my lungs out last night as i finished. last night was not the best of nights. crappy enough that i spent all freaking day at school and never got a break, but all i ate until about 9 last night were some delicious fruit snacks from jessIE. then, kim's gotta do some work thing in our room all night, so i slept on the couch, or should i say, didn't sleep on the couch. tossed and turned because it was so freaking uncomfortable, kim was making a ton of noise, and the cat was meowing and wouldn't shut its trap. ended up falling asleep for reals sometime after 3. needless to say, i'm pretty grumpy today.
then to top it off, we got some stupid ROTC helicopter flying around and landing on campus and i want freaking ride it. i know that our stupid cops are down there right now waiting their turn to go for a spin. bastards. when is it my turn???
so the month of october is gonna be busy here at school for me. michael moore on the 20th, jimmy eat world on the 27th, and i just found out yesterday that yellowcard is coming with the starting line (in my top 5 of fav bands ever!). hopefully i'll actually go and be able to afford tickets and all. fingers crossed people.
turns out mike might not be doing the lsat or law school this year. with all his crap he's got going on, i don't blame him. kinda sucks though. now i won't have a goal to beat when i take the lsat next year =). just kidding. i know he would have done awesome. the lsat prep class starts this week. not sure if i can do it so soon, but since your fingers are still crossed from above, who knows?
finally on a lighter note, i hate greg sanchez. he is a dirty bastard of a person and i could care less if he died tomorrow. there are myriad reasons why i loath this SOB, but a big reason that i can't stand to even think about is my comic books. i know that sounds gay and all, but i collected for years and years. more than what they were worth, they were my world and i had read every one of them. i could go into more detail about them, like the stories i remember or what my life was like at the time, but all i have to say is that stupid faggot "lost" an entire file cabinet full of them. happened to be the X section of the alphabet. meaning, all my X-titles are now gone. this happened months ago, but i am still more bitter about that than anything else in my life. so children, the moral of today's story is step dads blow and greg can rot in hell for all i care. punk ass queer.
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