Deacon Frost

Come to my house, take a stone in your mouth...

Well, it's been a while since I've written in here again.
But a lot's happened. I guess, I'll just cover the
basics.

Well, last weekend was pretty major. Blade II came out.
Woohoo! Kick ass! Also saw Resident Evil last week, which
was really good, I was pleasantly suprised. Saw the Time
Machine the weekend before, which I did not think was that
good. But, Blade was kicking ass and taking names every
where, so that made up for it.

Last Saturday I went to a going away party for my close
friend, Trish. She was one of the first people I met when
I moved to Dallas. I'm gonna miss her and all, it's just
that emotions don't really register with me much. So, at
the end of the night when I'm leaving, she get's seriously
weepy and emotional. I was like "uhm, OK." I mean, she's
just moving, no one died. I guess I'm just suprised she
thought we were that close; I hadn't realized we were. I'm
glad she thought we were such close friends, it had always
seemed I was one among many to her.

I guess it's wierd what you learn about something or
someone only after it's over. Life quirky, God's got his
sadistic little game of "Let's not let anyone know the
important little things in life until it's too late to
change it." Fuck him.