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Now that I’ve had a whole day to cool off, I think I’ll be able to write with some better perspective. (God, I even called myself a “sod”.) I’m feeling very over the top right now, but it’s probably because I’ve had some sort of blogging withdrawal, which really is quite sad, and this is one of the last times I’ll have so much free time on my hands. So deal, yo. Hence, in an attempt to bring this back down to earth, and to redeem myself, I’ll talk instead about what I did today. But who am I kidding, to think that I need redeeming? I mean, c’mon, I’ll probably just end up getting pissed off again or find something hilariously pathetic to make fun of later on anyway. But that is just the nature of me, Kaitlin, so fuck off or read on.

The day began with me waking up and wandering the halls of my empty dorm. Then, to my great joy, I found someone to drive me to In-N-Out where I proceeded to get sickly full of all of that wonderful fast food. It had been way too long. I also made my way over to a track meet and a baseball game. I almost broke down at the track meet, as I stood there, feeling all nostalgic, and pining away for all of the wonderful memories of getting my ass kicked (and touched) throughout the wonderful track practices of yesteryear. But seriously, I really do miss it. I was totally reminded of the crowd, the yelling, the gun, the butterflies, the asphyxiation…and I yearned for it more than ever. Truly, track was my chance to shine. It was my high school claim to fame. I was the track star for sprinting and jumping and shit. And I bet you never knew that. My coach hated me though. I ditched so many practices over the years, particularly throughout my senior year. (Excuses ranged from family deaths to traumatic car accidents.) Despite all of this though, I really did love it, and I want to start running again. I talked to some people, and I found out that I could be a walk on, but my broken leg really set me back. I’m thinking typical. And I’d just like to interject into my little monologue right now and say that I’m listening to The Doors right now, and I really really really want to hear Peace Frog, but I don’t have the bloody song. So I’m pissed. So now I’m listening to Ordinary World. (Think Duran Duran, and suck it hard.) Where was I…I miss the past. I miss the seconds in my life that slipped by while I was dicking around and hating the moment because I was being pushed beyond my limits. But that’s not going to happen anymore. So the baseball game – I froze my ass off. And that’s pretty much all I remember.

Then I saw V for Vendetta for the second time. I have now seen it on two opposite sides of the country. That’s so cool! It was still good. The movie really had it all – a nice dosage of action, a philosophical outlook, the comedic relief, and even a chance for each guy to get his required hard-on when good ol’ Natalie kissed a plastic mask. Damn. Was that hot. I loved the indictment too. You see, High Chancellor Sutler, the extremely religious, conservative prick (ahem…throat clearing…furious coughing – please rest assured that that is the first time I have described a noise that way) and his main advisor, the henchmanish asshole nazi bastard Creedy (rhymes with greedy, eh? Eh?) showed ME the consequences of giving in to the man, and not letting my voice rise above and be heard. Funny thing is, a majority of this country can’t see the beautiful satire that lies within a beautiful action movie filled with beautiful roundhouse kicks and headbutting. No wonder, everyone liked it! Now we’re all friends! And maybe the movie is the reason for my calling myself a sod. You see, the movie was entirely in English accents. (Imagine that!) Except for Natalie Portman, whose linguistic coach made her sound strikingly similar to an Australian stripper (criminals). It was all there though. I felt it. I was even drawn back to stories of my Papa’s British military days where he said things like “diZgusting” (Creedy), and “orrible” (not from the movie, but British military guys rarely pronounce their h’s apparently.) Bollocks!