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Yesterday I saw Jarhead.
It left me feeling driven and craving hot, sweaty, testosterone driven men like woah.
mmmmmmm.

It is the only war movie I've ever WANTED to see.
In addition, it is also the only war movie I've ever liked.
Then again, I practically orgasmed myself 8 times watching Jake Gyllenhaal.
MMMMMM.


I had a mini conversation last night with Pat about how I feel inadequate sometimes.
He blows off confrontational conversations too much...thus leaving me with a lot of built up crap to say that I can't.
::worry::



Walking out of class this morning I was met with the smell of wet paint and sheetrock.
It reminded me of my dad.
A lot.
Smell related memory is weird.
But in any case, I think I'm beginning to understand why he does all the things that he does that I feel are so ridiculous and stupid.
Of course, this had lead me to think he was an asshole while I was at home.
But I realized lately that I don't hate him.
And I appreciate everything he does for me...but in a weird way.
I have an extremely weird releationship with him.






In other news, there are a few people in the hall that as soon as they enter my room and notice I'm on the computer, they come over and start looking at everything on the screen.
This bothers me.
A lot.
Especially if I'm writing something.

stop it.