High School and Halloweens

Last night I started watching A Lot Like Love, the one where Ashton Kutcher is a real dorkshit and Amanda Peet never knows what she wants with herself, with my sister and, thank God, Jordan called at nine-thirty and we went out and saw Lord of War. It was a good movie and although not as slick as I thought it would be, I definitely wasn't dissapointed. It was similar to Blow except with guns instead of drugs, in that the first half of the movie makes you want to be a gunrunner and the second half gives you second-thoughts. I've also come to realize though that I don't really like Nicholas Cage. I used to, I mean Adaption was really good. I was big fan of him in The Rock and Face/Off back in the day. Of course back in the day I was also twelve.

Afterwards we hit Steve's house and hung out there until after three. I was reminded that I have very little in common with my old camp friends.

It's fairly cool and rainy outside right now. It's starting to feel like fall and it's reminding me of high school and Halloweens. Halloween used to be my favourite time of year. It wasn't even so much about the candy, it was about the night and what surrounded it. I was always entranced by things that go bump in the night and as a kid I was always deeply engrossed in an R.L. Stine book, as much as my mother tried to discourage it. She said I should read the Bible more. As far as I was concerned, The Blob that Ate Everyone was a literary classic.

It's beginning to bother me that I keep getting all nostalgic and shit.

I watched the rest of A Lot Like Love this afternoon. Ashton really needs to do something positive with himself, a comedy that actually funny and not either trying incredibly hard to be stupid or trying incredibly hard to make a quick buck as just another romantic comedy for the pile. Actually, I don't give a shit about Ashton Kutcher or what kind of movies he makes. Do whatever you want, buddy. Although, I actually like Just Married. Perhaps only because it has some sentimental value. Bonjour, merci . . .