July 25 ,1997                               
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  Having Activities
REal Late
    --- Okay, I tried to stay up all night, but I ended up conking out around 9 am, right on the floor. The floor here is hard wood, which isn't as comfortable as my old rug floor. Carpet/Rug whatever. So I woke up at, oh 5 pm. KRis called to ask if I wanted to see "Face Off". Yep, I want to see "Face Off". So Julie picked me up at 8-ish and off we went. (Yep (proofing note: Too many "Yep"s), another Julie, this one is Kris' supervisor. She's got a lip ring and is a fanatic supersonic soul pimps fan.)(proofing note: 'fanatic fan' sounds real dumb) She has a pickup truck, and I wanted to sit in the front (instead of 'shotgun', passengers who want to sit in the front seat of Julie's truck must call 'Cobain'.), so Kris and Brian had to lie in the back part (the bed? eeew.) on the way to the theatre. They were up to some weird stuff back there. (proofing note: I get the feeling I was going to elaborate on what they were doing, but for some reason I stopped, making this paragraph kind of dead end here.)

    (proofing note: let the non-sequiturs begin.)The movie wasn't that crowded, since it's been out for a while. The credits at the beginning do this kinda familiar blur effect. One thing about seeing movies with Brian. He feels the need to be conspicuously mirthful during especially violent scenes. I mean, I can see that maybe some people think blood and gore is funny, but gee, I think that joke is getting pretty old by now. In his case, I think he is trying to prove something. He's trying to show what a cold, mean motherfucker he is in the face of violence. He's also trying to get attention, but then 90% of odd behaviors he exhibits are of the attention-getting variety. These include extra loud talking and laughing, exaggerated body movements, and general rebel-boy-gosh-i'm-not-supposed-to-be-doing-this style activities. He's not so bad anymore around me and Kris, because he knows by now that we aren't appraising his cold-motherfuckerness, and we aren't girls. Get him around someone new and female, and he becomes unusually animated and cartoony (and irritating). Well, Julie was there, so he was pretty much talking and giggling loudly through the whole movie. I think the movie was about this CIA agent who has an arch enemy, and to find out some info, he has his face hacked off and swapped with his enemy's. That wacky CIA, always with the face hacking. Anyway, His real face has to go SOMEwhere, and his enemy gets ahold of it, thus the plot. Wheee!

  Augh Cat
    --- Wiggins the Cat has just wandered into my room and is being very friendly. (waugh tail-in-face) Wiggins is some sort of fluffy white cat, very white, very fluffy. Wiggins originally belonged to a little girl down the block, and was named 'Misty'. I think she moved away, and her cat started hanging out at my Dad's house. Now she (proofing note: unclear reference) is playing with my spare AA batteries. Weird, that cats like to play with things. Does playing serve any useful purpose? (other than getting cats killed, hold on.) (She was playing with an AC cable.) Now she's chewing on the uncut steel strings sticking out of my guitar headstock. That seems like the sort of thing that gets a species killed. Well, uh, maybe it hones their reflexes or something. Then again maybe cats just get bored. Think cats are sentient? If so, why do we get to own cats? And what good is owning a cat anyway? It's very hard to MAKE a cat do anything. (proofing note: what the hell am I talking about?) Well, it is obviously bedtime. Goodnight.
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