The scars remind us that the past is real...

Heh, it's been... what... four or so months now?

I'm jus' bored, really. Need a way to kill time 'til my next class, and I'm in the mood for a cigarette... yet.

I jus' saw that movie, The Terminal the other day. I thought, eh, what the heck... didn't see this, so might as well give this a shot. The way they advertised it in the trailers was as a pure comedy flick, that's why I didn't seem that interested. Man, was I wrong.

The main man, Viktor Naworski, as I remember... was one of those protagonists in most stories that take a lot of shit, but it doesn't discourage them from anything. What hit me the most about that movie was how reality can really ruin one man's good intentions. I don't think there's a way to explain that any further, so I'll leave it at that.

Somethin' about that movie also... was how real it seemed. I know Krakozshia doesn't exist, but y'all know what I mean. It's prob'ly my most realistic favorite movie to date, the The Pianist. (Say it...) Heh, with my list of favorite movies, a lot of them are very loosely based on reality. Hell, if I wanted to experience reality by myself, all I'd have to do is take a five minute walk and I'm there.

Yeah, killed enough time. I'm gone. Nothin' really to write about, jus' spaced out... and a li'l hungry, come to think of it.

Holla.