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Sunday, December 24, 2000

I will not whine any more (for now) about the college admissions process. I will merely state that, after an unexpected series of mini-crises, the January 1st group is coming to an end. But, onto things of consequence... heh. Riiight.

For example, let's talk for a moment about bad movies. I'm not too particular with movies -- I love a few, but I like most of them. Those vying for my coveted "Truly Horrible Movie Prize:" Mr. Wrong, The Ice Storm (sorry! I'm not "deep" enough to understand it), Cookie's Fortune, and Drowning Mona. Last night though, another hopeful won itself a spot in the running: I Love You, I Love You Not, starring the why-on-earth-does-everybody-love-her Claire Danes. I did not have high expectations. All I wanted was some nice moments -- at the very least a memorable kiss! Perhaps some decent acting? Ah, none of my small requests could be met. My dear friend Claire plays a stereotypical nerd who loves her grandmother, books, and the cool boy at school. Somehow, her pathetic, self-loathing tale is intertwined ever-so-ungracefully with her grandmother's Holocaust traumas. The script made me wince, and sweet old Claire made me want to throw something at my TV. More than once. I'm not just a bitter moviegoer! Look, E!online agrees with me. And they're professionals. Or something. I must admit I did not finish the film. Perhaps the ending is marvelous, but somehow I doubt it.

On Monday, I am leaving to go to the glorious city of San Diego. Have you ever heard of somebody vacationing in San Diego? No? Neither have I. That's because nobody ever does. Why? Because there's no reason to! Ah, I'm such a spoiled brat. It will be warm. And nice. And I can go to that famous zoo. I'm sure it won't get old, even after the fourth day in a row.
Coming up next...
San Diego: Tales From the Forgotten City

Stay tuned!
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