It's All About Balance September 15, 2003 - 3:04 p.m.

Becky took me to see some movies last night at the theater where her aunt works, so we could get in for free. I finally saw Matrix Reloaded. And I have to say, I was not impressed.

While there were a few scenes that proved to be interesting, my overall interest was lost. I found myself wanting to check my watch quit frequently. I counted the hours by its beeps.

It was obvious that this film's sole purpose mixed the desire to overrun the senses with special effects and simply set things up for the sequel. It was loaded with excessive fight/action scenes, speeches, and endless moments of pure explanation in dialogue. Some fight scenes may have started out as entertaining, but went on far too long so that I found myself rather bored. But as I've stated before, I've come to realize that pure action scenes bore me. I don't know that there's anything that really stands out as something I may have enjoyed. Oh, the sound of bowling pins being knocked down during the fight with Neo and the Smiths. That was funny, while cheesy. I find myself not even wanting to consider it funny because it was obvious that they put it there for a laugh. Any possible laughs that were in this, seemed forced. Also, they tried too damn hard to mimic Star Wars in different ways. When Morpheus was giving his speech while sitting in that red chair with a tear on the left hand side [I couldn't take my eyes off of that rip] I couldn't help but think of Vader, and just how much he was sounding like him. Not necessarily what he had to say, but more how he said it. Particularly the 'Destiny' line. And the Superman flying? Oh man, that was so cheesy. In a moldy way.

Basically, this film was: 'Fight, fight. Speech. Speech. Explain. Fight, fight. Explain. Fight. Fight. Fight, fight, fight, fight. Speech, explain, explain. Explain. Explain. Fight, speech. Fight, explain.' with the occasional romance and dream flashes.

Much like season seven of Buffy... Only without any of the good stuff.

After that, we went to see How to Deal, a Mandy Moore girly movie. It was quite cute and I enjoyed it far more than Matrix.

Though I was highly disappointed in Reloaded, I know that won't stop me from seeing Revolution.

To top off the evening, I came home (to Chris' house) to learn that while we were both gone, someone came in and robbed us. Of food. Someone came in and took one of my yogurts that I had to kill to get [and almost didn't get], and one of our expensive ass Drumstick ice cream cones, Strawberry Cheesecake style. I'm determined that it was my mom, as there was no garbage left behind and nothing else was even moved, but she completely denies it. The main reason that I'm less apt to believe her... her towel was wet. A towel that no one else uses. Ever. A towel that she last used Thursday early evening was still wet very late on Sunday evening? I'm thinking not possible. I'm also thinking full of shit.

Maybe it's a silly thing to get upset over. Okay, so two food items are missing. But Chris already spent more than he should have on groceries, meaning he might have screwed himself on his bank account, and we have to make that last, then someone came into the house when we weren't even here, and fucking eats it? That's just not right! Whether it was my mom or anyone else. Add to that the fact that I'm almost certain it was her, yet she seems to be lying about it. There's no way her towel would still be wet unless she stopped by to get a shower, then took the food with her, which would then leave behind no trail of garbage.

And now, our box of ice cream is lacking. Before, we each had two cones. Now, one of us only gets one. And I'll be the one to do that, because I feel it was my mom who ate it. Besides, he's the one that bought 'em. See, someone came into our house and by simply taking food, fucked up our balance and symmetry.

I don't have the money to go out and buy toys or movies or games or anything really, aside from the very occasional gift from Chris, so I really look forward to treats in any way I can find them. And food is a mandatory part of life, so I can find good things to look forward to there even if it is something simple like an ice cream cone or being able to make something different for dinner.

But then people take even that away from me, and I get pissed.

Hehe, by acting this way about someone taking my food, you'd think I was like this big cow that ate nonstop or something.

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