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I keep meaning to write an entry but I become overwhelmed by the things I need to get off my chest, so nothing comes out. I figure the same thing's going to happen now; perhaps if I keep things brief and flesh them out later I'll at least have something to my name.

Yesterday I went to a screening of Jarhead, the new Jake Gyllenhaal movie that's supposed to come out this Friday. I liked it, and not only because Mssr. Gyllenhaal brough the pretty (oh, when he smiles the whole world smiles with him...). Laughed quite a bit during the viewing. I'm going to catch it again when it's released because of the laughs and because I want to see how they tighten it. It was a nice movie, yes, but it needs tightening. Gyllenhaal's the narrator of the movie and you get glimpses of his backstory but I actually found myself caring less about him than I did for a couple of other characters (mainly Peter Sarsgaard's character), and the conclusion of the movie was really weak (the "hit over the head with a message" quality of one scene aside). I don't know if it's the script or the way everything was cut that makes me think along those lines. Oh well. Final conclusions will be drawn in a couple of weeks.

Schoolwork this past week = crazy. So much to do and so little time to recharge. I come home, I'm exhausted, and I still have to do X, Y & Z. If I stay up to do X,Y & Z I wake up exhausted the next morning. If I don't, I'm screwed. Jesus. And I have 10 more months of this. It's one of those times where something like peer support really comes in handy. Then again, one would have to schedule said support in somewhere. Dammit.

The honeymoon [that is such an odd word - is it just me or does that look weird all of a sudden?] with St. Barts is over. I do love the music, but the difference in race and class between me and the bulk of the parishioners is really getting to me and making it impossible for me to keep my mind on worship. That and the way I seem to be ignored by the Youth Group and the music director. I swear, I feel like a pariah there. It all came to a head at the last "New Member" meeting I attended. I was getting ready to pick out a cupcake and there were two frosting flavors available - chocolate and vanilla. I managed to turn it into a meta-moment, where I believed if people saw me walking back to my seat with a vanilla-frosted cupcake they'd think I was "one of them" even though I was black (or an "oreo") and if I chose a chocolate-frosted cupcake I was, like, really black and an outsider. So retarded, yet not. I finally chose the chocolate. No one outside or inside of my head commented on the selection.

Life comes full-circle. I'm 25 years old and I still work out to be the kid sitting alone in the corner reading encyclopedias for fun.

Oh! This past week was the second meeting of

nycbookclub, and it was gnarly. I was admittedly out-of-it because of the schoolwork pressure but the three ladies that came were smart and witty. We read The Kite Runner, which was pretty good even with all the raping that went on (I remember reading it during one of my clinicals at Pace and then snorting and turing to a fellow student to say, "Damn, there's a lot of violating in this book". She eyed me for a second before laughing uneasily; I'm unsure whether she moved away from me or not). I tried posting adverts for new members and a couple more people signed on, which I'm psyched about. Hopefully the book club can be kept afloat a bit longer.

When we were talking in the meeting someone brought up the whole Friend's Filter thing and how it keeps people off your Friend's List and I...mind-boggled. Simply mind-boggled. I mean, I understand the Friend's Filter for certain posts you make in your own journal to a certain extent but not reading a community or person's journal because they're filtered off your list...why even bother friending them in the first place? A heads up, and I don't mean this in a disrespectful way at all - if I'm filtered off your friend's list so the only way you can read what I write is if you click on my journal or what-have-you, simply defriend me. Then again, you won't read what I wrote above anyway, so... Hmm. LJ etiquette at its finest.

This entry is so very over.