Defining Moments of My Life
The Ring

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The Ring
12.09.02 12:27 p.m.

Two weekends ago we went to see The Ring. When it first came out I thought the previews looked good. My friend Daniel also recommended it, seeing he's a picky bastard like me and he and I share the same taste with other things I figured The Ring would be worth seeing on the big screen. Before moving down here to Houston I rarely saw movies at full price. Most of the time I wouldn't get to see movies at all, there are a bunch I never got to see from last year. We would almost never see movies at full price, when Lon and I (or Matt and I, or whoever and I...) went to the movies it was to the dollar theatre. The theatre played second-run movies and sometimes we'd miss movies because they wouldn't go to the second run or they would get there earlier than most movies do. Anyway I'm used to paying fifty cents to a dollar fifty for a movie, and it was fine that way. Since I've been here we've seen 8 Mile and Jackass (same night, snuck into Jackass right as it was starting, great timing) Harry Potter and The Ring.

The Ring was good, but could have been so much better. There were too many plot holes and things left unexplained. Plus some things coulda have been left out while others were expanded. I think every scary movie needs to go through me first, I know terror....

The movie had decent effects and a great concept but fell short of its potential. I'm not saying it wasnt scary, it's just hard to be afraid of someone you can relate to.


Always remember to quit while you're ahead.

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About Me
I am a bipolar genius, child abuse & addiction survivor, who is now a single mother who works 70 hours a week and has had gastric-bypass weight loss surgery a year ago. Wish me luck cuz I need it!!!

Examples of My Insanity
Dead On Mental Health Quiz
Tuna Noodle Casserole Story
Explaining Myselves
Biting Off Redneck's Finger
Got So Crazy Scratched Til I Bled
How I Found Nirvana
Leaving Lon After 7 Years
Bad Luck On 3 July 4ths
Random Craziness (FBI Please Disregard)
How I Ended Up A Junky
Almost Getting Raped by a Marine
Typical Weekend in Ohio
How Cobain Saved My Life


How long could we maintain? I wondered. How long until one of us starts raving and jabbering at this boy? What will he think then? This same lonely desert was the last known home of the Manson family; will he make that grim connection when my attorney starts screaming about bats and huge manta rays coming down on the car? If so, well, we'll just have to cut his head off and bury him somewhere, 'cause it goes without saying that we can't turn him loose. He'd report us at once to some kind of outback Nazi law enforcement agency and they'll run us down like dogs. Jesus, did I say that? Or just think it? Was I talking? Did they hear me?


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