I've come to realize that I treat this blog like my baby. Okay, bad choice of words, but you know what I mean.
I just keep adding more and more rich substance to the sidebar (like my new Amelie stuff :p ).

I'm just afraid that someday it will die just like everything in life. By dying, I mean I stop writing or it gets deleted or something stupid like that which often happens with websites.

Ciao.

I was looking through my bookshelf and I came across "Somebody Loves You, Mr. Hatch." I bought it last summer or the summer before that... I don't remember. It was that time when I wanted to buy some books that meant something to me. I also picked up "Goodnight Moon." Isn't it strange how much we've forgotten about "Reading Rainbow" and the things that meant so much to us when we were still in elementary school? Look how far we've come.

Anyways, "Somebody Loves You, Mr. Hatch" is a book that I believe will relate to a part of everybody. Like the dedication page says, everybody has a part of Mr. Hatch in them. And it's the perfect accompaniment to a Valentine's Day.

That reminds me, here's the banner I found that Erin made for me some time ago.

Blah, so I'm already sick of my "Suddenly" make-over.

I rented "Kissing Jessica Stein" yesterday and I watched it again today. I must say, I appreciate the film much more now. It looks much better on DVD than at the theater... and it's pretty damn good. When I left the theater, I didn't think the ending fit. I suppose it still doesn't fit as well now, but on my second viewing, the ending felt like a shoe that FITS, but you kinda have to scrunch your toes a bit. Catch my vibe, mate?

So I'm marinating ;0) in the witty movie why thinking of sexy-ugly people... and I thought I might as well use the Rilke quote and make a new layout. "Kissing Jessica Stein" is UNDERRATED! I'm glad I borrowed it because I was reluctant since I wanted to see "8 Women" which the store didn't have.

I'm listening to songs by Carlys! Yep, Carly Simon's "You're So Vain" (and all the girls dreamt they'll be your partner, they'll be your partner!) and Carly Hennessy's "I'm Gonna Blow Your Mind"!

It's time for a change. I'm looking around my room and there's a lot of dust and junk from the past three years of HS. I can't wait til the day when I can toss them out into the recycle bin.

Also, I cleaned up my CD collection. Each disc with its special memory frozen in time.

I'm also going to change my browser color. I came to realize that I've been using this turquoise for so very long.

Okay, movie news: I know "He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not" (aka "A La Folie Pas du Tout" - 'madly, not at all') looks bad and will give me a new perspective of Audrey Tautou (mind myself, I also skipped out on the one-week trial of "God Is Great, (And) I'm Not)" due to the very negative buzz)... but I sorta still wanna check it out. Perhaps the critics touting it as "Amelie: The Dark Side" has something to do with it. ;o)

"The Hole" will be going straight to video in June of this year. Bummer, since I liked that movie and I was wondering how US audiences would respond to it. It was actually kind of good. A very disturbing movie. Shame on Dimension Films and junk like "Darkness Falls" which kept "The Hole" from filling in the gaps of good horror flicks.

I feel like I'm grasping onto this everlasting orgy of mental pollution. I really, really hope this so-called "senioritis" or whatever stu** doesn't cost me into being one of those who don't get accepted. Actually, my heart is kind of set into the puddle where trolleys splash over.

Dirty pretty things. I'm so attracted to them. No, not sexy-ugly, but dirty-pretty (as in Audrey Tautou's next movie, nee-"He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not"). I just can't control myself from - wait, I have to delete PLAY's murder/cover of Billie's "Honey To The Bee" off my WAplayer, okay LeAnn is better - the rich and tantalizing delights of this world. I just want to lick everything, even the Snoozeberries (or whatever the stuf* Willy Wonka said during the wallpaper scene).

I don't know why I write this. Maybe it's "Alias," maybe it's a three-day weekend. Maybe I just don't know how to rid this painful-orgasmic experience. I don't know if I want to. I don't think I see the Green Fairy.

Stuf*!