  I think I may becoming increasingly more anti-social. Not exactly in the want-to-burn-things-down sort of way, but in the sort of stand-up comedian sort of way; I sort of hate people, they're stupid, and I don't want to interact with them ever.
It could be the result of too much pop, and not enough vegetables or something. Watched The Vigin Suicides again. I love that movie. Love it. Every emotion makes an entrance in that movie, and it is directed like a dream, or a particularily lovely but sad poem. I always feel an immense satisfaction after watching it, although it raises more questions than it answers. Been thinking about a girl I knew in school a lot lately. Not sure if that means I should call her, or i'm just feeling nostalgic.
Think I'll call her anyways. She's not too far from me now, and her sense of the positive is almost a physical thing, she is a person that can and will do things; all manners and sorts of things that are extraordinary, and special. There's another reason too. For the last six months or so, I feel a sense of panic when I think of someone I've not thought of for a while; I think they're dead. I don't think they're dead because we lost contact with one another, just that they've died. Another eccentricity to go one the list, I suppose. 
