Soemtimes I feel that sleep is the greatest affront to humanity ever...because I mean, really, who needs to sleep? Wouldn't life be better if I could just write through the night and be productive? I feel semi-productive right now...and sleepy. And in the end, the sleepy feeling is probably going to win out, and I'll just go to bed and leep away another night...another night of stupid lost potential.

I went out to the movies tonight with Jo and Kori and Squidge, which was awesome...we were virtually alone in the theatre, so it was quite comfortable...I generally prefer to be as near to the aisle as possible, but when there's no one else there and I have easy access to the aisle, I'm okay with sitting in the middle. We saw "Win A Date With Tad Hamilton" which was quite possibly one of the worst movies of all time...I honestly can't think of anything redeeming about it. Kate Bosworth's eyes kept changing colour! Sometimes one would be brown and the other would be blue, and sometiems they were both blue....hello, continuity? Also, Topher Grace's character (he may have had a name) kept telling Kate Bosworth to "guard her carnal treasure" which was really irritating. Because if a guy who was my friend told I couldn't have sex, I'd be pretty unimpressed because, well, it's my body, and what I do with it and whom I do it with is NONE OF HIS BUSINESS. But no one in the movie found this weird at all.

It's small wonder that the world is just an fucked up place when this is the kind of crap that kids go see and then internalize as the way things are supposed to be.

I miss my boy a lot. I went to the mall today (to finish all the mall stuff I didn't get done on the weekend) and found the best Valentine's day present ever for him...the first four Horatio Hornblower movies on DVD. He's going to be so excited for them (and to be honest, I am too). Apparently my school library has virtually all the Hornblower books...so if I ever get finished with Brian Moore's "Blackrobe" and Leonard Cohen's "Beautiful Losers" I may move on to them. it's funny how it always comes back to ste. marie for me.

I had to preach a Spiritual Baptist sermon this morning in my post-colonial class and I actually did an okay job. it was weird but gratifying. and fun.

it's totally time for bed.

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