Rituals.

Went and saw "A Dark Knight." Honestly? I'd consider it a near-perfect movie. Will it be one of my favorites? Not sure yet. But definitely incredible, enough so that I think I'm still in shock by how incredible. And Ledger, Best Joker Ever. Really, all the casting, perfect. This movie was so good it makes up for 99% of the problems I had with the first one. (still can't forgive the "can't kill you but don't have to save you" line). So good, I might actually pay the money to go back and see it in IMAX . Just, sweet.

Of all days, I hate this one the most.

I feel tired. And all that that implies.

Just a few of my thoughts on the show, because I had some points I wanted to make. I like the show, but honestly, I'm not terribly attached to any character or episode. I'm not sure I can even name an episode, let alone a favorite one. But on the whole, thinking of it as one un -mini mini-series, I think it's all pretty good. I think the writers have done better at the beginning (when there was no end in sight) and end of the series (when they have a specific place they have to stop). It seems a little lost in the middle. I think it's interesting that no point has been made of the fact that Hera is not the only half- cylon child. Tyrol's kid is too. And with all of Tigh's confusion between Six and his wife, it's made me wonder if maybe his wife was a Six. I mean, Tigh's aged, so maybe he was married to a Six and she aged too. And she wouldn't have been one of the Five because, there were other Sixes. It'd be an interesting point. Although, as ...

Have you ever seen a face or had an idea that gave you hope only to have it die when your own fears and doubts stab you through the heart? (Rhetorical, because I know the answer is "yes".)

I'm feeling very downtrodden. Well, actually, I was feeling better because I was doing random research on Wikipedia , which always takes my mind off things. But I had made it a point to post and "downtrodden" was the intended topic. Thus, again, I feel downtrodden. But because I was feeling better, I don't feel like talking about it. So " niah ." (me sticking my tongue out in, well, the closest thing is contempt. Well, sort of. Contempt for the idea of moaning about my feelings, and I suppose apathy (as usual) for your opinion on it ("it" being whatever your opinion is on. Doesn't matter, because, well, apathy).). On another note, try iMesh . It's fun. On a related note: Sorry Fitz94, my power went out. Music: "I Kissed A Girl" ~Katy Perry The Klaxons (specifically "Golden Skans ") OneRepublic (specifically "Apologize," either by them or the remix by Timbaland ...if there's a difference, I can't tell....

Wha -ha-ha. Wha -ha-ha. WHA -HA-HA The Cup is Ours. It will Always be Ours. Other teams just keep it warm. We are Hockeytown . We are never bad, just unlucky. Or we've lost to a team having a slightly better season. The Red Wings win the Stanley Cup against the Pittsburgh Penguins (and I like them too). 3-2, Game 6 of the series (4 games to 2) Osgood kicked Ass. Woot .

They say God has a plan for everyone. They say God knows everything: past, present, future. All that was, is, will be. Could be? Does suicide throw off the plan? But wouldn't he have known? Did he plan my life, knowing I would fail, just so he could punish me for failing? Am I an example to others? Or knowing I would not make it, does God have no purpose for me? I cannot feel his purpose. But most often, I cannot feel him. Are they connected? Can I know my course in life without knowing the God that carved the path? Does consciousness exist in others? Am I the only one? Am I supposed to be conscious? Or am I flawed beyond repair? Am I flawed because of Adam? Or was I created this way? Does that make me a mistake? Did God make a mistake? Did God, knowing I would fail, leave out the purpose to my life, thus making the failure the purpose of my life? Can God microwave a burrito so hot that even he can't eat it?

In a land of dark and anguish, I have ruled with a broken heart. Thus, in a broken land, I am unextraordinary When I know I should be. Thanks, to those who are to blame. I confuse dying with hitting "exit" on a computer game. I think it amounts to the same thing. But I fear it's just as permanent. If suicide won't lead me to the gateway to the life I want, then I don't it to lead anywhere. I'm sick of you.

I have nothing to say. I wish I did. But I don't. I have no job to exasperate me. I have no friends to delight me, or annoy me, depending on the situation. No customers to annoy me. The only person I really talk to is my aunt, whom I live with. And we are not friends. And as much as she or I or perhaps both would like it, we are not sisters and will never be that close. I am a burden on her. Her husband and I don't really get along. We have a few common interests but exponetial differences of opinion. I don't know what he thinks of me, but I know it's not good. And for my part, he reminds me of my father. I wish I could say he's nothing like him, but I can't, and I'm sorry for that. But the way he speaks to me, the way he makes me feel: it's very similar. The harshness followed by generousity. It is my father. It is me, as well, I can admit that. I wish I couldn't. But I am what my father made me. I am not cruel, as he was, and neither is my uncle. B...