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T3 was a fucking travesty. it doesn't make any sense that the robots should keep coming back in time to different points, and that you can somehow change the future when the future has already taken place... there are like a million time travel paradoxes invoked, seemingly accidentally. anyway the movie was god awful, but i must say it was pretty funny.

speaking of movies, does any one know who did the score for 28 days later? that sheith was fucking bomb.

on a different note, it's occurred to me that i never ever write anything interesting in this thing. i'm afraid that people will read it. also i'm far too concise. for instance i could've told a long anecdote illustrating why and how i'm afraid that people will read it but instead i just said it. i'm afraid people will read it, and i am. if these journals were to have subtitles, i'm sure it would be somewhat erroneous. that is, unless it's correct and i'm merely in the process. the subtitle would be something like "how i learned to stop worrying and love public nudity" which is of course a reference to the confessional nature of these journals that live. and while we're on that, i don't know what to do with my life. i'm wearing my friends lacrosse pants, a sad reminder of something or other, who knows what? obviously things have begun to deteriorate.

i miss smitty. i think hes eating dinner. or probably somewhere being lame or something.