||[May. 20th, 2000|11:33 pm]
I'm at home right now. Nothing is happening here. I think it's funny that I expect things to be happening. When I actually lived here during high school, I always had something to do, even if was just going to school, and I also saw more people than just my family. Now I just sort of sleep, do the dishes, watch TV, and feel like I should be doing something more. It's interesting.|
My sister came by the other night. She is working as a park ranger for the summer. It seems like a cool job, but the only bad part is that she lives around two hours away from me. We sort of have the same since of humor, so it's just fun whenever we around each other. I miss that connection sometimes. I think lots of people are really funhy, but alot of times when Annie makes a joke, I swear I was already thinking about it or I kick myself for not having thought it up myself. We tend to think alike and that's really, trully scary. It makes me feel somehow less me, a little bit less unique. We get along fabulously, so if I had to think like anyone else, it might as well be her.
She rented Fight Club. I had never seen it before, but I highly reccomend it. Actually, I'd heard from everyone that it was an excellent movie, and they were right. I was a bit skeptical because I thought a movie about a bunch of guys fighting each other could be good but probably not great. No one in telling me that this was an awesome really mentioned that it was about more than guys fighting or they did but were too vague to really convince me that it was about more than guys fighting. Well now I know it is much more. Sort of a probe into the (potetnial) psychological problems created in our society and how one person tries to cope and escape these problems. How's that for a one sentence summary that doesn't really say much? Once again, I highly recommend it, but I'll refrain from saying anything more for fear of ruining it for you.
I think I should go finish cleaning my room. Ever since I've been at college, my old room gets used as storage. Every other time I've come home, some effort has been made to clean it a little or at least make the bed. This time--nothing. Makes me feel a little bit unloved. I sort of feel like I'm intruding on someone else's space, but whatever I'm going to KU to start work in about 10 days, so I'm only sleeping there for a few more days.