The Gears Grind On

Beo seriously needs to get away for a while.


I'm just run down. I've had enough. Everything is fine and dandy, but it's not. Work is rewarding, yet it still just IS. Do you know what I mean? Everything is just what it is, and I just feel like I wear the same skin, over and over again. I'm restless. I get home and work out ferociously, trying to get everything I can out of the day, because I feel like work is cheating me out of a large majority of my life. School is rewarding, and I'm doing great in all my courses, but all I can think of is the long road I still have ahead of me. I need a spiritual retreat a La "Lost" style where I am on an island, and have only our wits to survive on. I need a serious John Locke retreat. I had a great 4th of July weekend, but it was just that. A weekend with an extra day tacked on. Great. By the time it's Friday night I already feel like the weekend is almost over. I know, you're thinking I must be great to live with. I'm not usually like this. I just really need a vacation! A two week one if possible (which it isn't).

I Saw War of the Worlds

Remember these freaky looking things?

So, I had a really good feeling about this movie. First, because everyone caught up in the publicity machine hates Tom Cruise right now. I love when I ask people about an actor and they say, "Oh, I totally hate that person. They are so this, or that!" You don't even know this person! Get a grip! Do people actually feel normal when they make up these feelings about people they don't even know? What is really going on in the minds of people who think their emotional attachment to actors they've never met are of any substance? That, coupled with the fact that I only like C.G.I. when it's used in epic doomsday movies, together made this a good bet.

The movie is definitely worth seeing, but, the ending is comparable to having a wonderful dinner with all your favorite main courses. Then, you want to top off the dinner with a cup of ice cream. Someone comes and give you an empty cup with a spoon in it. That about sums up the ending. Steven Spielberg really could've done this one justice, just by giving the ending some substance. Instead, he plays it safe and makes you pretend you're eating really good ice cream, when all you're really doing is eating air. Great dinner, with no dessert at the end. That's the movie. No wonder Hollywood is struggling with revenue. All the movies that are made today have a, "Take it or leave it," attitude. Well, people will just stop going to the damn movie. Who the hell needs to go to the movies when you've got a 51" HDTV at home?


Trouble in Paradise?

My fiance "A", and I have things we can't figure out.


How can things be so perfect, yet they're not. "A" and I get along great together. We make each other laugh. We enjoy each others company. We constantly appreciate each other. We pick up slack for each other. We are a perfectly functioning couple. Yet, there is something that just isn't right with us. As if a puzzle was put together, but not all the pieces fit perfectly. We both openly admit that we feel lonely sometimes. Yet, we are constantly with each other. I've never felt something like this in my whole life. I feel completely content and happy with the way things are. Yet, I wouldn't be able to stand it if it was like this for the rest of my life. It scares me that innocent little comments from "A" like, "If we separate, I get to keep Jasmine," begin to have ominous meaning to me now. I hope we can figure it out.