No, really, you will.

BOONDOCK SAINTS SUCKED!

AHH!

Rantzor! Why does everyone think this movie is good? Even people with good taste in movies have fallen prey to this load of crap! I'm not alone in my feelings here; my brothers are with me on this. It's insane. The straw that broke the matephorical camel's back was Paul and Karen. Technically two straws. Shut that face of yours.

On track here. I could go on and on about how disgustingly self-righteous and vaguely blasphemous the movie was. It's like X3, though; the movie sucks, but it appeals directly to 90% of the movie-watching populations, and that's all that matters. It has the goods - violence, Irish accents (or in X3's case, Hugh Jackman), and pseudo-reflective quotes involving God and guns. Heck, the movie has a freakin 20% on Rotten Tomatoes, this SAYS something! That's not stopping them from making a sequel, though.

Life continues on in its general stride. I managed to get to Judo for the first time in two months, and I feel so utterly hardcore. No, really. I ran a mile (okay, maybe 3/4..) with my gi in tow (in a backpack, not wearing it) to Barton Hall, did that Judo thang, ran home, ate, ran another three miles, and here we are. Can you tell I feel like showing off? HAH! I can't tell whether it's the running I enjoy, or the running to techno. I'd do it more often if it weren't for that, you know, muscle damage thing, being human and all. I feel great as is, though, I think I'm gonna try and do this a few times a day. It's not as if I've got better things to be doing.

I suppose the only other piece of news is that my house will be entirely empty by Friday. Hayden, Ana, Jonathan, Mom, and Dad are all gonna be gone. Hayden and Ana back to El Paso, Jonathan to California, and Mom and Dad to....honestly, I've not a clue. I've never really been home alone for several (I believe I'm alone for three full days) days in a row before (never more than 2 full days), and I'm excited. No, I'm not holding a sexy party (queue Stewie clip), it's just the thought of going out and buying my own food, and then cooking it, and then nobody else will eat it but me, and it'll be up to me to stick it in the fridge. And when I wake up the next morning none will be gone, because no one else will be there to eat it. Ahem.

Hope you're all enjoying teh summar. I sure am.