So, as I've been saying for the past several weeks, things between Dave and I are still going pretty awesome. Things are working out really well. He practically lives here; tonight is the first night he's going back to his hometown ( in two weeks. )

I've been reading some things about the movie Avatar, and I've decided that nobody can honestly say what that movie was like. I mean, as per story and dialogue. People I know tell me it was like Ferngully and Pocahontas, and others are telling me Tarzan, Planet of the Apes, Lord of the Rings, what have you.

Can we just decide on something here and now?

None of these movies were that original. They're all very stranger-in-a-strange-land type movies. The plot line for these are not original, and they were never original in their own right. There are only 47 possible plotlines to be told, and most of those movies use the same idea.

So what is the big fucking deal already? People keep telling me that Avatar has a shitty storyline and kickass graphics, but frankly, if it used a shitty story then I don't think that any of these movies would have been successful.

Surprise, they were. And so was Avatar. So suck it already.

"I just finished listening to the audiobook for World War Z, and I kind of want to read the stories I missed out on. In the audiobook they cut out a lot of the personal stories and kept it rather political. It definitely didn't take away from how amazing this is written. Each of the characters in this book have their own personality and their own way of telling their story and yo can feel everything.

Also, Alan Alda read one of the stories, and it pleased me to no end. The man is definitely a decrepit old windbag, but after reading World War Z I kind of want to marathon M*A*S*H. I grew up on that show (in addition to Cheers, Fraiser and Law & Order: SVU)"

I wrote that like, a week ago. ( I don't even remember where I was going with it. )

The last two weeks have been significantly awesome, and today I learned that I wasn't as far into the financial hole as I thought I was. Before I thought I would be a whole month short of my tuition payments, but it turns out that I'll only be 100$ short if I pick up my opt-out cheque this week. Which, you know, is fucking amazing considering how little I worked during Christmas and then how much Christmas costs to begin with.

Also, there might be ( a boy. )

I'm getting pretty sick of Katie's irate attitude lately. She just seems to be in a perpetual state of self-pity and loathing. I'm getting pretty tired of her "woman traps" that she sets to try and make us feel bad whenever things don't go her way. ( Whatever. )

I have been all over the place for the past couple of days. Yesterday we had a giant party at our place to celebrate News Years. Friends of friends came by, along with a shitton of animation students. I stayed over at the boys house on the 30th, and went to bed at 6am. Much to my dismay, I was woken up at 9:30am when Bufton texted me to tell me he was ( at my house. )

My parents house has officially become one of the most hectic places I've ever seen. Two of my uncles have just moved into the granny suite and a couple that my sister knows is moving their stuff into my old room, but sleeping with my sister.

My mother and I are pretty convinced that they're a threesome, ( but whatever, I guess. )

I wish holidays could be special. That warm feeling you get seeing your family and hanging out. I've definitely realized over the last two years how much I consider my father a liability and how I only come home because I have to, not because I want to. I've been trying to convince myself that I love my father, honestly and truly because I want to, not because I have to,( but I know that I'm wrong. )