my so-called life

I've come to a conclusion about myself of which I am no longer ashamed and will supress no longer, regardless of my circumstances. I love pop culture. I love knowing what's going on with the popular kids, I love analyzing their behavior deciding what exact kind of normalcy or at least psychiatric therapy that they need in order to become functional human beings in a country that has elevated them to the status of divinity. I have determined that it's possible I'm the only contributor to the human species who does not in fact, elevate them to an unrealistic status--rather, I like to figure them out just like I figure out every Tom, Dick and Harry serving at Starbucks or IHOP. *shrug* Just something I've realized I'm less ashamed of than I thought... FYI.

I've been watching the cancelled series Arrested Development online and I finally finished it last night. It's hilarious. I highly recommend it.

I saw The Secret Life of Bees this weekend. It also comes highly recommended from me, though it is certainly one of the more heavy movies I've seen in a long time...but it's worth it. It's art.

I'm exhausted, and I haven't even really started yet. I can't believe it's almost November already. In two months it will be 2009... that's insane.

Anyway, back to the drawing board. I'm done.