So, I bought some new DVD's today. >_> Yeah, I know. I suck at saving money. XD Anyway, I was bombin' around Wal-Mart a bit and decided I'd see what was in the five dollar bin since it's been awhile since I bought a movie. And I found a few. (^_^)
I came across a legitimate copy of Stand By Me, which is nice because I have a burned copy a friend of mine gave me and I really, really wanted the real thing. And now I have it, squee! I also grabbed Uncle Buck and Meet Joe Black because they're great movies. And, finally, I picked up a copy of the Ultimate Edition of First Blood because I've been wanting to see this movie for a long time, even more so after seeing the recent Rambo. And now, I can! There's a nice complete collection I want that... I can't honestly remember who at the moment, but, someone out there has the one I want to get. Was it Shep? Gods, I wish I could remember right now. Anyway, I didn't mind shillin' five bucks to see the first one even though I hope to get that collection.
And that's enough rambling for now, I'm sore from volleyball, and I'm gonna go watch some more movies.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
I suck at subject titles
So, I've been thinking about death today. A variety of different ones. Pretty much the same ol' shit that comes up whenever I think about it.
For instance, if I were to die tomorrow... how would anyone but the immediate family know? That's not just internet peoples, that's everyone. My mates
But speaking of the internet peoples... no one would know. I'll just be some cat some people knew of on the internet who disappeared.
I'm just ramblin', spillin' a couple of the many fuckin' thoughts in my head lately.
Just for an idea of some of my other thoughts, my paranoia about people is worse than ever the last few days. And that's just the height of it, it's been getting steadily worse. It makes simple things like walkin' to the fucking post office to pick up mail extremely uncomfortable.
Even worse, things I love doing are, to a certain extent, nigh completely unbearable. Perfect example, Monday night volleyball. I've been going for more than a year, but, for the past couple weeks, I just can't fuckin' do it.
For instance, if I were to die tomorrow... how would anyone but the immediate family know? That's not just internet peoples, that's everyone. My mates
But speaking of the internet peoples... no one would know. I'll just be some cat some people knew of on the internet who disappeared.
I'm just ramblin', spillin' a couple of the many fuckin' thoughts in my head lately.
Just for an idea of some of my other thoughts, my paranoia about people is worse than ever the last few days. And that's just the height of it, it's been getting steadily worse. It makes simple things like walkin' to the fucking post office to pick up mail extremely uncomfortable.
Even worse, things I love doing are, to a certain extent, nigh completely unbearable. Perfect example, Monday night volleyball. I've been going for more than a year, but, for the past couple weeks, I just can't fuckin' do it.
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