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So somebody stole my ipod. I'm tired of telling the story, but I know who did it and we are not going to comply with this person's wish to go without some kind of punishment. The law is on our side.
Speaking of that, I just watched the You Don't Know Jack HBO movie about Dr. Kevorkian. It was pretty good. I wondered how much of it was realistic, but it was interesting seeing how he set himself up to be in court that last time and then lost the case.
My two favorite parts were quite brief - the first was when he was going to "kill" the first woman. She and her husband were inside a car and they were kissing, then hugging. It's almost painful to see old-people love; you know the end is coming and they don't have much time left. You hardly see older couples kiss and hug, so it's just this enormous thing that tugs at your heartstrings.
The second part was when the last lawyer compared Dr. Kevorkian to the genocide in Germany with his battle for a legal lethal injection, and Dr. Kervorkian just stands up and yells, "How dare you! How dare you!" over and over again. To that I have no comment.
I have hardly started my giant English project. I've done all the creative things for it (besides the collages, which I'm going to do Monday, I hope) but I haven't even started on the report and the analysis. I wonder what my procrastination issue is. Maybe it's hereditary. -hinthint-
It's raining outside. I used to think the sound of it was comforting, but now it's just... rain. Always.
By the way, I don't think I am depressed. There was a point when the monotony just turned to... I dunno, despair? and then back to the elation of living, and now I'm back to monotony. I'm sure the cycle will repeat until I graduate, and then what?
I've been using the topic of my future for a lot of 750words.com posts, but... I dunno. I'm thinking of going into English (what else) or psychology. English wouldn't pay a lot and psychology would involve a lot of advice that I don't think I would know how to give correctly. But I'd have a lot of interesting stories when I retire. Or maybe you have to swear some kind of oath not to tell.
Not sure if I mentioned the purchase of a netbook for me, but I love it. It's a little lacking in some things (speakers, brightness control, ability to change the wallpaper) but I'm grateful for it all the same.
Not much else is new. I have a desire to own a rat someday. And I want to grow old with somebody and kiss them before I die and take a stand for an issue I believe in. And write a book. But probably the book thing will come first.