emperorreagan

I'm on a pretty long winning streak at the movies; no big disappointments in recent memory. I haven't walked out disappointed since I went to see Mr. & Mrs. Smith.

I watched the Family Stone tonight. It was a solid movie - worth the $7 I paid to see it. I'm feeling a bit melancholy in the aftermath of the ending, though. Imagining the future devestation I'm going to feel at moments like that makes me want to curl up into the bottom of a bottle now and never leave.

Now I just want to see the two George Clooney movies out at the moment.

---

I think I ought to buy myself a sketchbook. It's been a long time since I drew with any frequency. I used to really enjoy working with perspective, as well as making little macabre doodles and geometric patterns.

It's too bad my drawings were gathered up and taken to a psych analysis in 3rd grade and other confiscated drawings ended up in counselor's hands many times after that. The same thing happened with stories, essays, and poetry. I might have quite a bit of creative output otherwise - and be able to pursue some things without feelings of paranoia every time I lay pen to paper.