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Glah.

Helped Gramma with stuff. She's upset because she lost her social security card and she REALLY needs it.

Then went to Emerson's, which was followed by going to see Lucky Number Slevin (which is an awesome movie, I suggest you see it). Josh Hartnett is one super white boy (mean that litterally, that boy is SNOW WHITE). I'm not even that fucking white! It was still an awesome movie (very Snatch and the Usual Suspects).

I'm reading Battle Royale. I saw the movie which KICKED ASS. That's how reality tv shows should be. Shit, it would keep people entertained if someone actually DIED on the show. That would be real fucking reality. Take the book/movie, for example. It's about these junior high kids who are put on this deserted island and then have to fight to death until there is only one person left (their class was selected randomly from all of Japan's junior high classes, I believe). And, it's televised. And, they have remote control collars that blow up if they try to remove them or if they are still alive on the last day (if there are more than 1 survivors on the last day, the collars blow up and everyone dies). It's all part of this law called the Battle Royale act or something and it's designed to keep kids in line (fuck, this would make me drop out of school if anything). It's a pretty good movie.



Oi, I love it.

I'm sleepy, but I don't feel like sleeping. I want to read some more. I want my grandma to be ok. It feels like it's only me and emerson taking care of her sometimes. She really needs help, but no one (save for my aunt every once in a while) is helping.