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Snow in March? oookay I heard that today was supposed to be the first day of spring. That's really interesting, considering that it is currently snowing. Gotta love Maine. I certainly didn't mind. Tiff came over and entertained me for a while today. She even took me to home vision to rent some videos. I decided to make this afternoon a theme. Yes folks, today was an Angelina Jolie movie day. I watched "The Bone Collector" already. Wow. It was good for me to watch it alone. I found myself talking out loud several (or more...) times about her appearance. Yikes...she's so incredibly gorgeous, inarguably. So that got me a little mushy. You know, when you see someone so incredibly amazing that you want it for yourself? I'm not talking horny here (or trying not to anyway), just desiring. And THEN I took a break from the theme and watched the only non-Angelina movie I got: "Never Been Kissed." Overall, it was a pretty horrible movie. Yeah, really bad. Annoying, not even that romantic. But that last scene, and the concept of how well Josie and Mr. Cool-something (??) made me feel even more desiring of a relationship. Or you know, at least someone to kiss. I'm pretty jealous of anyone in a good relationship right now. Or you know, anyone that has someone to kiss. bleh. I last kissed someone in and around Thanksgiving. It's been far too long, if you ask me. BUT, that's really the least of my problems right now, so I am going to let that go. I'm listening to "More than Words." It's a good song. I wish that this computer had perpetua. When I read my diary at home, it shows up in lucida sans, which is ok, but I like perpetua better. But hey, at work, it shows up as times new roman. There is always a worse situation. The newest beta version of AIM has a few bugs that I really hope they fix soon. I feel like such a bum. But today it wasn't my fault. That death trap of a car was being fixed. Now I should be good. I hate it when I completely run out of things to say. | |