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Mar. 22nd, 2005 07:28 pmHm. So bored.
I watched Michael Collins for my Irish Lit class, which is one of my favorite movies. I should try and find it on DVD. I used to rent it quite a bit but then it disappeared from the video store for reasons unknown to me and it made me very sad. Stephen Rea for some odd reason or another really kicked my ass. I just. I like him. And I like everyone else in this movie, too. Even John Rhys-Meyers and his brief role. Pfeh. He looks like a baby when you put him next to Liam Neeson!
Such a great movie. Everyone should see it at least once.
Chelsea and I were polled in the caf for the campus newspaper's snapshot quote -- the question was what we'd order for our last meal if we were on death row. So I answered (chicken fettucine alfredo and tiramisu) and they took my picture and that was that.
I should either go read more of A Star Called Henry or write my reaction to Michael Collins while it's still fresh in my head or... write something. I need to write. Words are in my head waiting to come out through my fingers, but they don't know what order to come out in or how to arrange themselves and on what subject, but neither do I.
I watched Michael Collins for my Irish Lit class, which is one of my favorite movies. I should try and find it on DVD. I used to rent it quite a bit but then it disappeared from the video store for reasons unknown to me and it made me very sad. Stephen Rea for some odd reason or another really kicked my ass. I just. I like him. And I like everyone else in this movie, too. Even John Rhys-Meyers and his brief role. Pfeh. He looks like a baby when you put him next to Liam Neeson!
Such a great movie. Everyone should see it at least once.
Chelsea and I were polled in the caf for the campus newspaper's snapshot quote -- the question was what we'd order for our last meal if we were on death row. So I answered (chicken fettucine alfredo and tiramisu) and they took my picture and that was that.
I should either go read more of A Star Called Henry or write my reaction to Michael Collins while it's still fresh in my head or... write something. I need to write. Words are in my head waiting to come out through my fingers, but they don't know what order to come out in or how to arrange themselves and on what subject, but neither do I.