March 24th, 2003


The first of many entries on the Academy Awards.

This is solely for Michael Moore. You rock my fucking socks!!!! I was jumping up and down and cheering after his speech. It still brings me warm fuzzies. I will try to find a transcript of the speech. Damn, I should have taped it.

Ahhhh . . . the good stuff is all pretty much in this article from the yahoo Academy Awards reports. I'll cut but you all should read it.

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Things have seemed . . . off lately. Maybe it's just me though. I haven't really been in any sort of mood or had the energy to see if someone is okay or to really make any sort of effort. I'm not really sure how to go about it. I don't know if I may be the reason for someone's funk or a part of it. I'm not sure if anyone else is in a funk.

Maybe it's me. I'm the one that's off.

I've been thinking about this for awhile . . .

I've thought about creating a private journal. Well, more like secret journal I guess. Not because there are things that I need to hide or anything, more as a place to sort things out.

Having a journal that your real-life friends can read sort of makes things take on more of an announcement quality. There are many things that I want to think through before announcing them. I think people are more likely to read into things when they know the person in real life.

It helps me a lot to write things out or to talk about them. Sometimes it is hard when you are worried about how other people will take it or if someone will think something refers to them when in fact it refers to no one.

I also feel strange writing about really special shared moments with someone because usually that someone can read it along with mutual friends. I'm not sure why that feels so strange, but it does. I guess I worry about what will be read into it, on some occasions more than others.

Perhaps I will just write more private entries.

Hrmmmm . . . I feel much introspection coming on.

And I have many other things to do tonight. Like help with dinner. Mmmmmm . . . dinner.