watched the sixth sense and lock, stock and two smoking barrels last night. figured out the ending to sixth sense within the first 15 minutes of the movie. lock, stock... was funny. a british flick about a card game gone bad, marijuana, killing and a bag full of money. sting has a big part. (ok, that's the only reason i wanted to see it in the first place.)

i guess if you're already in jail, what harm will one more murder do?

back from my holiday. florida was windy. winds reaching 60+ mph saturday. insane. have had my hair wind-blown enough in the past 3 days to last me awhile.

happy birthday to my wonderful boyfriend!

bitter?

and why exactly, do we love the mouse?

going to the beach. going to the beach. in about 48 hours i'll be falling asleep to the sounds of waves crashing on the florida coast...

since we have monday off for easter, my best friend and i are going on a after-the-fact-spring-break-because-we-didn't-get-one vacation this coming weekend. woo-hoo!!!

at least i'm not going to this beach. sounds brutal.

the view, on abc, exposed some "restaurant secrets" this morning. while they aren't that exciting, it's still interesting. the really bad one is about meat. i worked in a restaurant once, and i watched my manager drop things on the floor, pick them up and serve them. think twice, or maybe look, before you put that lunch in your mouth...

my little fish, smitty, apparently was impregnated by phantom sperm. baby fish keep appearing in my tank. total baby count: 5.

i was going to link to this weird story i just saw on the news about "mike the headless chicken," but after looking at the webpage i decided it was a little too weird.

this was one of my favorite shows.

"What a difference a few years and some hindsight make! Three years ago, Apple Computer was, well, applesauce. Today, it's as American as apple pie." by Jon Swartz

for some reason, that opening line from this article makes me laugh.

oops. key to getting to school when you're supposed to: turn on the alarm clock. i overslept by three hours this morning.

my ears are still ringing from friday night's concert. the stage had 72 speakers on it. that doesn't include the 20 or so hanging in the air above the stage.

KISS concert rocked. 9th row rocked. i now have a constant ringing in my ears. the sound rocked.

did you know that the titanic sank today in 1912?

does it amuse you as much as it does me that i'm going to the KISS concert tonight. better go draw a star over my eye and get out the white makeup...

i've got a golden ticket! er, make that a golden coin. maybe i just didn't pay much attention in my history classes over the years (quite likely), but why did they pick something so random (to me, at least) to be represented on the new coin?

i hate the idea of a dollar coin. while england holds a very special place in my heart, i hated the pound coin. when i bought something for seven pounds, for example, and handed over a ten... all i got back was three dinky coins -- i always felt cheated. nevermind the fact that i already hate carrying change.

today, a long time ago. (yeah, so that link changes with each day... i'm referring to president lincoln's assassination.)

have you seen that pro-anorexia site? honestly, i understand it's all mental, but i just don't get it. besides, it is just absurd -- giving tips on the disease? what's that about?

downloaded the brokedown palace soundtrack, which is much better than the movie. resulted in finding my new favorite artist: plumb. her voice and lyrics are beautiful. the site's pretty cool too. one of my newest favorite songs is damaged. interesting is that she is a christian rock musician. more intersting is that i actually saw her as an opening act at a concert over two years ago, and i just now realized it.

fancy, my fish, died. i refuse to freeze her (in order to reduce the smell) like a popcicle and return her to the store for a refund. gave her proper burial at sea. RIP.

watched a movie called brokedown palace, starring claire danes. it was ok. this is the second thing i've seen/read about being falsely placed in a thai prison. the movie tried to explain all the facts a little too quickly and left me confused at the end.

i bought two fish last night. named them fancy and smitty. the people at the fish store told me they would die. soon. "and when they expire, freeze them like an icecube and bring that back to us.

i have a 43% chance of dying from cancer (11% alien abduction) on april 16, 2048 at the age of 71. at least according to the death test. now i just need to call gary spivey to confirm.

i'm only 32% bitch... which i think is so off.

and, finally i am only 60% pure.

i wish i was in elementary school again. for the built in nap-times, cubby holes and those little cardboard boxes full of school supplies. that's what i miss.

i ran into a friend of mine yesterday and she told me that she had just broken up with her fiance and called off their summer wedding. she told me the logic behind it all and i agreed that it sounded like the right decision. the part that struck me most was that she said in the two years plus they had dated she had forgotten who she was. she wasn't herself anymore, and needed to find that person again. i hope she finds her old self -- the one that has matured a whole lot in the past two years.

yes, i started high fidelity (again) by nick hornby. the main character, rob, has got some terrific lines in it. i'm the kind of reader who underlines great passages that either touch me or absolutely amuse me. here's two from the book:

"Attack and defense, invasion and repulsion...it was as if breasts were little pieces of property that had been unlawfully annexed by the opposite sex -- they were rightfully ours and we wanted them back."

"People worry about kids playing with guns, and teenagers watching violent videos; we are scared that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands -- literally thousands -- of songs about broken hearts and rejection and pain and misery and loss."

i found this site with a few quotes from the book. the first one, about friends, is my favorite.

i'm on a run for commercials right now. i just saw this new yoohoo commercial where the guy goes down the aisle of men and gets stuck in between them. it reminded me of a scene in austin powers when his little vehicle gets wedged inbetween the wall. both incidents really make me nervous and bothered.

a bit of nostalgia: looking for something else, i ran across this list of the 50 best commercials (from 50 years).

i actually didn't realize this magazine was still around to even be cancelled.

don't you hate it when you take a nap in the middle of the afternoon, it lasts for two hours and then you wake up and feel like crap? normally this would result in my needing sleeping pills to get to sleep at my normal bed-time, but lately i'm falling asleep on my own. i can't get rested.

this morning on the radio i heard an interesting bit. one of the regular feautres of the morning show is callers can talk to that psychic guy, gary spivey (do you think he's smiling about his hair?). today's big question was to call in and have gary tell you how you're going to die. now, do you really want to know? most did -- after gary said "you really should hear this because you can prevent it." wouldn't this kind of fall under tempting fate?

i'm inspired to read (and finally finish) high fidelity this time. then when i'm done, i can go and see the movie. i want to take this website, fold it up, put it in my pocket and take it out to enjoy at my leisure. if nothing else, the little video clips throughout the site are worth checking out.

welcome to tornado season. welcome to alabama. welcome to my highest fear. i called my dad earlier, told him i was scared and wished nothing more than to be in my basement at home. i climbed under my desk one more time to unplug my computer, then i rushed off to school, figuring i'd be safer there than here in my 3rd story apartment. rain poured, roads flooded, sirens sounded. i walked to class, with my tornado pack (those valuable items i could never replace) on my back. i felt like i was running away from bombs, that's the only way the sound of the tornado warning sirens can be described. i sat in class, the safest classroom on campus -- while my professor rambled on about tornados he'd survived. "it came a mile from our house," he said. i kept thinking of the one that came a block or so away from mine so many years before. the one that afterwards, my dad and i walked down "ground zero" looking for my brother's car... hoping we wouldn't find it (or him, who left me alone at home minutes before it struck) among the destruction -- the age of 13, i had no clue what we'd find, and i didn't realize that for the rest of my life i'd jump at the boom of thunder in fear of hearing a tornado ripping apart my city.

after class, i listened to news on the radio that a tornado must have struck the water plant, less than a mile from my apartment. thankfully nothing too bad... i kept driving, running over tree limbs and other debris on the road. "this doesn't look good" kept running through my mind. the shopping center next to my complex had a large sign bent over lying on the ground. broken old trees lay in the street. my covered balcony's contents scattered about. one of the chairs was turned around and lined up on the opposite side, everything else soaked. below i see and hear what looks more like a white rapid than an otherwise dry creek bed.

thunder and lighting sound outside. rain hits the roof. another tornado warning come and gone... i hope i won't have to go through this again... but i know i will. probably soon.

this is how my site should look (according to my web editor), and how it doesn't look in netscape or explorer -- in fact, it looks different in each browser. amazingly stupid. can you feel my frustration?

in case you're living under a rock, be sure to observe the time change tonight. i hate this half of the time change -- it annoys me that we lose an hour of sleep...

i watched the bone collector last night. i thought it'd be really scary, but it was just more grusome than anything. it was good though. although denzil washington and angelie jolie giving the impression of being together at the end was a little forced.