Balls

Yesterday was good. Saw my friend, god, she's beautiful and still the same good girl I knew. I also decided to see Extract. I pretty much regret it but not because the movie was bad, but I paid with my own money and forgot to use my giftcard. And it just wasn't as funny as I expected. There are other movies I have been wanting to see for awhile but instead I decided with Extract at the last minute. Guess I just wasn't entirely in the mood for it. Whatev.

Worried? Stressed out? Depressed? There are answers in this book. L. Ron Hubbard's Dianetics.
I saw an ad for this in some local paper that is sometimes passed out at my work. No more words are necessary here. But I did read the weekly horoscope, a section I often despise, mine [or Scorpio] said: "Opportunity for a new romantic interest is favored at this time, as others are attracted to the love and you you radiate." Interesting.

Since I've had this new phone and all it's fancyness I feel more vulnerable to someone wanting to steal it or be under the impression that I'm rich. It's really not an iPhone or anything close but it's quite a huggge advancement since my old phone which is all I've ever had for the last several years.

Sometimes I wish I wore glasses just so I can wear the thick rimmed black ones.

That Christian dating ad I saw on the side of a bus a week ago, I saw again and here is the website, www.equallyyoked.com I just think it's a funny name.

I almost bought a book on trees yesterday. I had to control myself. Instead a bought a couple presents for my cousin's upcoming 21st birthday.

So much vampire hype these days. I saw a poster for this. And just now realized my friends had told me about the book in which it's based. Trailer can be seen here.

I've come to the conclusion that I absolutely despise the feeling of vibrations. Anytime I feel them, specifically with my phone I get flashbacks to my alarm clock and then wish to turn it off as soon as possible. The vibrations of my alarm are exceedingly obnoxious...that's really the best word I have for that. No soothing rhythm, that's for sure. And it never fails to wake me up to this day. I think I've had it for 5-6 years now. Recently, there has been a couple times where I woke up so startlingly to the racing and rocking of my heart beat that I thought it was my alarm. Very strange, I wonder why my heart was beating that hard in the first place.

I saw a preview for the film I Hope They Sell Beer In Hell, I've seen the book of the same name not too long ago. In it complete obnoxiousness and fratire and all that shallowness, I'm curious to read and see this. Curiosity gets the best of me sometimes. Plus, the film is loosely based off true events.

I'm off to the library!