These blogger things are rather invasive. I mean, sure I CHOSE to start my own web log. Sure, I CHOOSE to write entries in here. But at the same time, things I really want to write about are things I’m not too keen on others reading. I’d like to go back to my good old fashioned journal sometime soon. It’s just that the last time I tried, I realized that there were entries I had type before that I wanted to copy in there chronologically. Being my anal self, I couldn’t start a new page with a new date without first copying the typed entries into the existing pages so that all the later journals would go after the typed ones. By the time I finished copying the third entry, I was on my way to not being upset anymore, or at least not wanting to write anymore.

I think this is a good time again to go back and write in that. I wish I had written more often. There are so many things that I wish I had kept track of my emotions/thoughts for. Reading back on them now may have positive effects on me, help me to see things like I used to, calm me down. It’s sad watching a seemingly perfect life fall out of place, but it was naive of me to think such a life would last long. All good things come to an end, right? This is almost too much of a deja vu. I remember thinking and saying that my first year and being corrected by the special someone then. He told me that good things carry on, or so goes the optimistic way of thinking. Now I’m told once again that I’m not all that optimistic. I hate to think I’m pessimistic, but perhaps I am a bit too realistic.

Matrix Revolutions came out this week. Where’s the commercial hype? I hear that the critics aren’t so happy with it, but that’s heresay. I was looking forward to seeing it tonight, but it looks like everyone else was, too. Shows are pretty sold out. Maybe sometime later this weekend. Or perhaps not.