I was thinking, about the movies, while at the movies.. Go to be exact, (liked it btw, would recommend a visit, who would have thought the Road to Avonlee would have led to Ecstacy) but I was thinking, about how to get to go to the movies with other people. And I wondered how a personal advert would work. Just to get a group of people, one or two or six, who would meet like once a week, say a Tuesday, to see a movie. Same theatre, same time, what ever was showing, good or bad.. and maybe a coffee later but not necessarily. Would that be geeky? or desperate? Wonder what sort of people would respond to that advert, I mean, I can't be the only person in the area going to the flicks on my own. Perhaps I might be the only normal person going to the flicks on my own, then again, they all might be just like me... love movies, no friends. Well yes I know I have friends but not moviegoingfriends I don't. And then, is this just fooling myself into a kind of 'Dinner for Six' thing, something I have made my nonmoviegoingfriends swear they will terminate my lifeforce if I ever seriously consider? Nah, I just want someone to sit next to in the theatre and say stuff like "god I hate Julia Roberts" or make those "ooo arh" noises when James Woods gets close ups. Do you think there are six people out there in the local vacinity who would put up with me once a week? ...and I am falling so fast and so fast and so fast, it's breathtaking.. and wonderful.. and crazy... --------

Sucky diary keeper aren't I? Maybe I should have gone for the Dairy keeper instead? Do you think I would make a good storekeeper? Probably not, I would be okay for the first couple of days then I would start snarling.. you know me. I have my tickets to Melbourne. I have a nice white folder with tickets and luggage tags and duty free vouchers and all I want to do is get there and fall on my bed and watch tv and eat crunchy things. Hope Freya's not expecting too much. --------

And then it was Monday again. I was lying in bed thinking how very easy it would be to drop out of school. I hadn't ever thought of that before. After spending two days in bed last week, it would have been very easy to have spent a third, then another, then, all of a sudden I would have been a drop out. But I got up, showered, washed my stupid hair, and drove to school. I don't think I would make a very good drop out anyway, before you know it I would have been working again and I don't think a good dropout would work. There is still something wrong with my brain. Maybe I need to take extra (who am I kidding) ..take vitamins.. as if i take any to consider taking extra. I hate swallowing pills. I am a big girl's blouse and have trouble even getting the oral contraceptive down without gagging. I have the world's most tuned in gagging reflex (yet another attractive feature) but not everything makes me gag, but we won't go there. So I am sitting in class. I have two assignments due this week. The first due on Wednesday, the infamous My Car video clip (haven't started that yet, so right on course) and Friday the big CDROM project is due. That pretty much looks like it will be in on time. It's not the most exciting of projects but at least it works, and it's in when due etc, and thats the main thing at this stage. I haven't been very interesting lately, and that worries me. People only put up with boring people for so long, I feel like I am getting near the end of my boring limits. I better find something interesting to talk about soon or *squelch* I am outta here. Wonder if Quentin survived the weekend. --------