My life needs a little less chaos, a little more relaxation.

Saw Ninja Assassin today with Matt, Megan, and Emily. It was really good. Some of the characters other than Raizo could have been more developed, but it was still interesting and visually dazzling (yes, that includes Rain's abs, ha ha). I'd see it again if I had money. I'm on high "squee" alert right now.

Ninja Assassin tomorrow. <3

That's all I have to say about that.

Another person I knew from high school (I went to a small high school, so I knew all 200-ish students, ha ha) is dead. Just found out via Facebook. =/ R.I.P., Josh.

This makes three in about as many years. One in the war, one suddenly collapsed during a ball game, now Josh. WTF.

Not to mention that I had a friend from middle school die in a car accident several years ago. He was one of the few people who was genuinely nice to me. He never treated me like I was a freak.

The good ones always go first.

... John Milton from the dead and ask him if he knew how hopelessly confused readers of Paradise Lost in the year 2009 would be. I'm kind of starting to like Satan out of sheer defiance to Milton. Actually, Satan is probably the most well-written character with Eve in a close second. Deconstructing the text is killing my brain. 10-15 pages of this... Can I do it? I must persist. I must persist. It's not like I hate Paradise Lost. Far from it. I'm not Christian, and I think it is an excellent work. It's just so packed with convoluted language, contradictory terms, binary opposition like you've never seen. It's crazy. If anyone can do a Deconstructive analysis, though, it should be me. *huff, huff* My 12-page paper on the Beck Depression Inventory-II and Beck Hopelessness Scale was easier than this! Empirical data, I love you.

I've spent my evening helping to decorate for Christmas (yes, this early) and watching Japanese ghost footage (some is obviously fake, but who cares) on YouTube. It's fun. <3 I watched 予言 (Yogen, Premonition) last night, and it was good. Depressing, but somewhat creepy. Damn American remakes. =/

An old acquaintance from high school has turned out to be a Christian fundamentalist. I never in a million years would've expected it from her. Anyway, I'm kind of getting perturbed. The ONLY thing she ever posts on Facebook is fundie crap. I'm cool with people being like, "I love my religion! It makes me feel good! I went to church today, and the sermon was wonderful." That's fine. It's the stuff that aims to convert people and damns them before they can even think about converting which irks me. Do I think it's natural to want other people to experience something you believe has been truly beneficial to your life? Absolutely. However, it should never, EVER, under any circumstances, be pushed. This girl even sent me a message before, telling me that anyone who is anti-homosexual is correct in using the Bible to denounce homosexuality. Okay, I get that... But I think religions deconstruct themselves, mostly because of how people interpret them. Anyway, this girl basically said that I was a heathen and should pick up the Bible once in a while. Wow. Uh, yeah, I've read the Bible (well, some of it, not all, mostly for educational purposes), and I just don't happen to believe in it. So get over it, yeah? Nope. I have plenty of friends of various faiths. I go to a fucking Catholic college! I've experienced only a little bit of intolerance there, but people generally don't give a crap what religion you affiliate with. I'm sorry, I'm just really annoyed by this fundamentalist malarkey right now. This girl... Good for her, she's happy in her religion, but I would appreciate her not pushing it on others. That's really disrespectful. I told her that in response to her message. I don't think she gets it, though.

Anyway... I finished 2/4 papers. One isn't due for a few weeks, so I can hold off on that. The other is a three-page paper which I can do relatively quickly once I am finished with the reading material. It's just about Samuel Johnson's writings. Shouldn't be too bad. Still, I feel really behind on things since I missed several days of classes last week due to that virus.

Some wretched kids were loitering around my car during the evening. They refused to leave, so I called the cops. I hope they learn not to loiter where they don't belong. That is a private carport. I was half-tempted to threaten to run them over when I returned from getting gas. They were standing in the way and didn't even move. When Matt and I got out of the car and were walking toward the door, they were like, "What up, what up?" I was half-tempted to tell them, "'What up' is you're loitering, and as you all look about ten, you're probably breaking some curfew law. By the way, the cops are on their way, so you might want to scram on your wimpy-ass looking bikes. Oh, and if you come back, I will know, and you will get more than just a warning." Alas, I held it in and let the cops deal with them. I normally pay them no mind, but since I had my license plate stolen recently, I didn't feel like taking my chances. If they come back, I will have a few choice words for them after calling the cops.

I'm still sick, but hopefully I will feel better by tomorrow so that I can go to classes and work. I need to spend some time over the weekend working on essays. I have a little bit of reading to do for both English classes, but it's nothing extraordinary. I also need to pick a short poem or story to use for my Queer Theory presentation in Literary Criticism. I might venture so far as to use some lyrics by Rufus Wainwright. Not sure, though. I have SO much work to do. I really don't even feel like it, but I need to get it done.

Replaced my license plate for $5. Bastardcunts better leave it alone from now on. Incurring my wrath = bad idea.

Also, I found out I have a contagious virus. So no school tomorrow (most likely). Friday might be okay. I don't want to miss much more. I hate getting behind.

My printer has decided that it is a raging racist and kept refusing to print my Langston Hughes poems. (OMG, noooo, I <3 you, Langston!) My evil printer did not triumph. It seemed to not care much about Amiri Baraka, though. Hmmm. I don't care what anyone says; I adore Baraka and Hughes... AND I'M A WHITE GIRL! (I'm Asian on the inside.) Really, I can find no faults in what they advocate. I think Baraka works because he is shocking. He has the power to open America's eyes to many injustices and truths that have been covered with lies. Hughes... Hughes has been my favourite poet since I was a kid. Something about him made me want to write poetry and be like him. He's extremely clever, honest, and blues-y. I think everyone should read Hughes and Baraka. I think we need to look at the past, present, and project into the future with these "other" American voices. They, too, sing America.

I'm really quite exhausted. This virus has taken my energy level down to zero. I don't know why it has me so wiped out. I need to listen to the doctor (for once) and get some much-needed rest tonight.

Some little asswipe stole my license plate. Some little twit who thinks he/she can get ahead in life by stealing other people's stuff stole my plate. Now, I know I have my qualms with the law, but I do not in any way condone the stealing or in any manner violating another person's property. I'm no angel, I know that. Still, I would NEVER steal a license plate (or anything else), especially from someone who has done me no injury.

And what's even worse? My mother is STILL acting like we live in fucking Mayberry, and Andy Griffith has everything under control. Yeah, okay, let's not lock the front door. Let's leave the slider open overnight. GOOD IDEA! This place has had a number of crimes in the past, including breaking and entering as well as domestic disputes. I refuse to let my household, my family, and my property remain vulnerable to low-life scum whose mummies never taught them that stealing is stupid.

It's stupid because they're obviously novices who will get caught. My plate info has been processed, and whoever gets caught with it is in a shitpile of trouble. I would LOVE to get put into a room with the pipsqueak who did it and just fucking grill them. I would make it hell for them. Worst punishment ever? Dealing with me when I'm pissed off.

I need to calm down. I know. I am kind of calmer now, having gotten that out of my system. I have to actually trust the law for once and hope that they will deal with this in an appropriate, timely fashion. I need a new alarm system. I had the old one removed from the car because it was causing electrical interferences. Damn... If it isn't one thing, it's another. Well, not much I can do about it now but get another plate.

Now, I need to worry about finding a job and getting everything done for the rest of this semester. Oiiiii.