If you must burn something, burn everything.

You know, I opened up the blogger window with the intent of posting something rather long, and at least somewhat intelligent, but upon opening the window, I've become entirely braindead.

Nice timing brain.

A shocking thing has occured: I've just developed a loathing of music. Not just for my over listened to CDs, but of all of it. Music has never been one of my talents, and all of the sudden today it's been just "To hell with it all." Nearly blasphemous given the near religous fervor my Dad has for it.

I do hope this isn't permanent. After all, depressing music adds so much to one's dark corner.

But moving on from this rather unusual and somewhat bleak topic....

I saw Constantine last night. A pretty good movie in general, though it didn't quite live up to the hype it's commercials lead one to believe. Still, one such as myself can appreciate such harsh portrayals of Hell. (Now would be the time I burst into a fit of manical laughter before resuming apathy...MUAHAHAHAHA...)

It was kind of funny...I almost never go out and the decision to go was astoundingly random. It went pretty much:

*sitting in car on the way to the grocery store:

Me and She Beast: ...................................................

She Beast: Let's go see Constantine tonight.

Me: .........*blinks at the thought of venturing from the house* Cool.

I suppose there really isn't a need for a recap of that, but hey, why not?

So that's pretty much all that's worthy of even remote note. I could recap today, but that would be ridiculously boring for me, and I'm sure for whoever may read this. Meh.