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It's six a.m. on a Saturday and I'm awake. Fuck you, inner alarm clock.

Urgh. My hair pisses me off. If I wash it before I go to bed, by the time I get up in the morning it's not only all soft, but it ends up all wild and wavy like Julia Roberts's hair used to be in the early '90s. Which, you know, would be nicer if it were past my shoulders and didn't look like a mop at this stage. *ruffles hair* Grow, you stupid hair! Grow!

GIP!

*dies giggling*

Woohoo!

Another chapter of The Monsters of Minooka done, one more to go today. (Hopefully. *crosses fingers*)

Also, I really, really want to see Shaun of the Dead today, but it turns out that the Hoffman's showing Going Upriver: The Long War of John Kerry instead of I Heart Huckabees. I may have to see both movies, at this rate.

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So due to the fact that Shaun of the Dead didn't start until four hours later -- *kicks movie theater* -- I went to see Going Upriver: The Long War of John Kerry.

( In which I quote the best parts, try to see it from the nice, smart conservative viewpoint and the uninformed Bill-O'Reilly-Factor conservative viewpoint and promptly develop two new personalities I didn't want, and try not use the words 'Kerry' and 'Vietnam' in the same sentence any more than I have to. )

In a related story, how come every time there's a ballot mistake, it usually seems to end up in Bush's favor?

EDIT: Buildings of Disaster sculpture -- Damn, those are tasteless and tacky even for me. And when the hell did O.J.'s car chase become a Building of Disaster? That is so not a building. The artist could seriously have gone back a few years if he or she was that desperate, you know. The Cocoanut Grove. The Kansas City Hyatt. The Iriquois Theater. The Triangle Shirtwaist Factory. H.H. Holmes' house of horrors. Hell, I'd even count the Ringling Brothers tent in Hartford in 1944 as a Building of Disaster before I'd count O.J.'s car chase. Sheesh. (Of course, with the exception of the Hyatt, those would require a sense of disaster history that extends before 1980.)

DISASTER-MOVIE CLICHED HEROINE OF EDIT: U.S. Raises Alert for Mount St. Helens -- The hundreds of visitors at the Johnston Ridge Observatory just five miles from Mount St. Helens were asked to leave. They went quickly to their cars and drove from the scene. I know it's getting serious there, but it's still an amusing mental image. "Say, did you people ever see Dante's Peak? Because unless you bought your car's tires from Linda Hamilton, you might want to leave now, what with all of that exploding landscape and whatnot."

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Watching Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Hee! I almost forgot how good this movie was. (Yeah, like I'd forget that. :))

I agree with Clementine. That black dress in the childhood memory is the BEST.

EDIT: I take that back. Clementine is the BEST. That black dress runs a very, very close second, though.

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[Poll #360131]

I've got one strawberry daiquiri left. What the hell?

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So Bush wants to tell Kerry he flip-flops. Yeah, kettle? It's pot. You're black.