taswell

Just watched The Re-Animator, which I haven't seen in probably 10 years. Surprisingly, it was even better than the first time. Any scare factor it might've had at 13 is transformed into rollicking camp at 23. And the deleted scenes are sooooooo magnificent; I think I'm keeping this one an extra day so I can watch it with the cast commentary on. It's rare I feel inspired to do that.

It's weird...I find myself totally obsessing over my profile here, constantly tweaking my answers to those weird, nebulous, personality-defining questions, just to make sure that I'm representing myself juuuuuuust right to the people that read it. Fuck that. There's no way I can define myself with some answers to a half dozen Seventeen-style questions, and I can't do it with some insane, disconnected ramblings in a journal. If you wanna know what's up with me, ask.

The year is almost over...only four more days until I can bask in eleven days of non-stop vacation. Well, non-stop save for two days with parents and two days with Grandparents. So, seven days of non-stop vacation. It's still much more than I've had in a long, long time.

So, I'm convincing myself more and more that I should finally just bite the bullet and get the tattoo idea I've had in my head since sophomore year in high school. All I want is a band around my arm that says "Mom" in binary code. Simple. It'll have to wait until after the new year for budgetary reasons, but all I need to do is get it drawn out, go to the parlor, and get it done. Any talent wanna drawn this out for an aspiring poseur? The sequence is 010011010110111101101101.

Anyway.