"The idea that I can't share my problems with other people makes me not give a shit about their problems."

Oh, it's definitely been one of those days. The whole "I fucking hate myself and want to die" theme song resonating in my head is getting old. It's impossible for one to hate themselves so much in one day and keep from doing anything stupid and irrational, but somehow I've managed because the day is almost over and I'm still functioning. 

So, aside from all that self-loathing bullshit, I went and saw Seven Pounds. I would hate to spoil the movie on here, so all I have to say about it is "wow". Despite figuring out what was going on about 15 minutes into the movie, it was still really good and had I any ounce of emotion in my body today I would have cried. I recommend it.

There was something else I had to say, but of course I can't remember what it was. Oh wait! Yes I can!

You see, all day in my annoying mood, I had this strange urge to have my face covered. I buried my face in shoulders, couches, jackets, blankets and I even covered my face with a hat too. It was weird and something tells me I'll be sleeping completely under my blankets tonight because the idea of having my face covered still sounds really really nice. 

I suppose I could also talk about New Years on here too. I went to Disneyland New Year's Eve. HOT DAMN there were a lot of people there. I'm proud to say I didn't have a panic attack in the huge crowd of people before the countdown. But I did ride Tower of Terror, the one ride I said I would never, ever ride again. That made my heart hurt like a mother fucker, but I got over it. So, all in all, I had a very, very nice time. I did think it was extremely funny though that it got so foggy it was impossible to see the fireworks go off at midnight! I laughed. A lot. 

Okay. I think I'm done now.