first blogger-thingy-post ever! hurraaay *confetti*

my original idea was to somehow manage to transfer all of my livejournal entries over to blogger, serving as my background of writing-ness.  unfortunately, any of the tools and programs that i found that may have worked 3 years ago (that's when they were all last updated -_-) didn't work.  even if i didn't end up transferring everything over... it would've been nice to be able to save them all into some massive file for safekeeping.  but it's not like i actually planned to one day go back and read them all.  so no sleep lost.

so anyway, last night, i somehow fell asleep much earlier than usual.  normal bed-time is about 1am...possibly later.  i remember flipping through Netflix movies on the xbox and wondering what would be fun to watch, when next thing i know, i open my eyes and the apartment is completely pitch black.  i'd fallen asleep.  all the lights are off, the puppy (Wall-E) and the kitten (Lebowski) are gone, and the hubs can be heard snoring in the bedroom.  i join him and sleep off and on for the next few hours, finally deciding i couldn't sleep anymore around 4:30am (fucking fantastic - my day off and i'm awake since before dawn).  after the hubs returns from work, he bestows upon me the knowledge that, not only had i fallen asleep at the RIDICULOUS hour of only 9:30pm, but that i'd fallen asleep sitting up with the controller in hand.

classic.

today was spent catching up on movies!  hurray!  i usually don't make have time to watch movies at home, so it was really refreshing, even if i didn't get much else done.  i watched Foxy Brown, an awesome and sexy movie, starring Pam Grier (who came to visit our library a while back, and i had no idea who she was x_x), and Rabbit Hole, a sad-but-not-tear-inducing movie about a couple who struggles to cope with life after the loss of their son.  i was absolutely fascinated with this second movie.  it wasn't really deep or anything, and it wasn't overly sentimental, which i appreciated... it just felt like the telling of a story.  no real plot, no climax, no beginning and end... just cultivation in a vacuous space.

that's the logical part of what i got out of it, anyway... honestly, the movie had me reflecting on what i personally do with the memories i'd rather not recall.  the movie's couple often asked the questions "what happens now?" and "will this go away?" and the answers they were given (or not given) heavily resonated with me.  there's this one particular scene where nicole kidman's mom says something like "you never get over it.  you carry it around like a brick in your pocket.  sometimes you forget for a little while.  but then sometimes you'll reach in for something and go find it all over again. 'oh, right. that.' "  and i knew exactly what she was talking about.  i haven't lost a son or experienced any great loss, mind you.  but i know well the feeling of wishing i could bury a memory and not have to see it again.

emotional shit aside, yaay, i got a day to watch some movies!!  we later had dinner with some friends, shot the shit and gossiped about people we know and dislike.  a good relaxing day off.

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