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I think if I believed in labels I'd be really happy right now. It took me almost the entire day to finish the assignments for my Psych rotation that are due Monday. Two process reports, one journal entry, and six med cards took me NINE HOURS. I don't know what my problem is, if I do have one. Maybe it's just laziness. I can't seem to concentrate when I need to most: I'll start doing work and hit a brick wall almost immediately. It is the most frustrating thing in the world, and I hope there's some sort of easy explanation for it, something outside of myself, instead of "you're just really really lazy". This degree of distractability and general non-focus is a step away from being frightening.

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Vacation wraps up tomorrow, and that's part of the reason why I decided to hunker down and finish my assignments today - I hate having work hang over my head the day before I have to return to school. My aunt figured I should "get out of the house" yesterday evening so she invited me to the movies with her to see "The Inside Man". It's not my type of movie so I declined but she kept nagging so I said I'd go with them and see "V for Vendetta" instead. As I dislike to stand in line and purchase tickets I decided to buy mine online ahead of time. Everything worked out great, but I sort of neglected to ask them what theatre they intended on going to. Turns out they wanted to go across town from the theatre where I bought my tickets. Joy. I ended up going to the movies completely alone; I didn't want to waste the money on the ticket so my brother dropped me off at my theatre before going back to pick up his girlfriend and rendezvous with my aunt at the other theatre.

My initial response to "V for Vendetta" was positive, but I think I could do with another viewing before forming a definite opinion on it. One thing's for certain - Hugo Weaving could read me to sleep every night and I'd be a happy happy woman (as long as he didn't throw any "Mister AN-derson"'s into the mix). I amused myself by counting how many of the men on-screen had appeared in queer-friendly cinema. Rupert Graves was lovely in "Maurice" (it's been a while since I've seen it and I can't remember if he snogged Hugh Grant or the other gent) and "Different for Girls", Stephen Rea was the deer in the headlights of "The Crying Game" (what happened to Jaye Davidson after his part in "Stargate" anyway?), and my personal hero Stephen Fry (he of the disconcertingly crooked nose) got to get real real cozy with one Jude Law (*swoon*!) in "Wilde". Fuckin' awesome. Hells, even Hugo Weaving played the ugliest drag queen this side of Wesley Snipes in "Priscilla, Queen of the Desert". If only notable American male actors could go out of their way ~~to satisfy my need to see male/male action~~ to act in more diverse roles this world would be a much better place.

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I just finished watching Miyazaki's latest "Howl's Moving Castle". Wow. I hadn't walked away from an animated movie saying "this SUCKS!" until, oh, 30 minutes ago. I think I'm suffering from "the book was sooooooo much better" syndrome but it's true! the book WAS so much better. The movie was a complete departure from the intriguing twists of the book, and it was a waste to bring Welsh actor (and current

fredericks cutie) Christian Bale in to VO Howl because of that. Grrrr. Ending idiotic, the whole war thing was a distraction, and having Sophie's age fluctuate constantly was confusing as all hell. Perhaps I'm also pissed because I've been anticipating this movie for the last year, I finally get my hands on it and...nothing. I should have know better - I really didn't like "Princess Mononoke" (or whatever the heck) at.all.

Admire my paragraph with the amazing changing tense. I'm too tired to go back and fix everything; sorry grammar Nazis.

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Okay Friend's List, take note - my birthday is in...two months and two weeks, just about. I'd like an Ubersexy Sex Therapist session, if you please. Start saving up now.

PS - What I've learned today: if you can listen to the "Transformers: The Movie" soundtrack and not feel the 80's synth rock down in your very SOUL you aren't human. "Dare" is my official rally song, dammit!