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I saw 3:10 to Yuma tonight. I wasn't expecting to like it as much as I did and I can officially say I'm into westerns now. I always loved the movie Tombstone, but I just credited it to Val Kilmer saying "I'm your Huckleberry" the adorable way he did. So if you're bored, go see 3:10.. or even if you're not bored.. whatever.

I had a triple shot upside down carmel macchiato. I am not tired. It is 4am.


I committed to go see Saw IV with Matt when it comes out. I'm not sure about this decision considering I freak out at the most ridiculous and retarded things. Things being but not limited to..
-any form of insect, including things I know are harmless, such as moths.
-The dog on my street who only comes out at night and perpetually tries to attack my Mini, while I'm driving. I am convinced this is a ghost dog... sort of like Cujo, but worse.
-The movie Saw, the mask in Saw, the plotline in Saw and anyone imitating the creepy voice in Saw. (Thanks for doing so Matt.)

*shudder*

I still haven't watched Saw II and III. Hopefully I won't cry... much.

Why Have One if I Don't Use It?

I woke up this morning with a painful eye. I don't know what this means but I know it can't be good. On top of that, the sunburn on my face has turned into peeling. I despise peeling more than anything because I think it's absoultely horrific. It reminds me of snakes when they do that shedding thing, which makes me want to throw up. Good thing I am off today.

I have really good peach pineapple salsa but no tortilla chips. This poses as a problem.

Why am I even posting on a blog that I haven't touched in probably six months? Because I woke up at 8am and I have no one to talk to. Everyone has the ability to sleep in but me. Even my Grandma is still sleeping...

Tivo time!