matrix: reloaded... RENTAL.
if you're able to resist the hype just rent it before part 3 comes out. i don't want to go into detail now... you can always ask me in person for a in-depth review.

i'm taking the day off tomorrow to take a trek up to dartmouth for the weekend. i'm excited to just get away from the city for a few days. maybe the fresh, green grass, rolling hills and abundance of trees will give some life to this robot.

...and let's hope my allergies don't get the best of me.

my stomach hurts...
those microwave popcorn bags are not meant for one person.
i guess romantic comedies aren't meant for one person either... sigh

puahhahaha... don't feel sorry for me. i'm secure!

i have a new favorite tv show.... surf girls.

okay... so maybe my life is sad! hahah. (i'm still secure!)

read this a couple times:

Monologue for an Onion
by Sue Kwock Kim

I don't mean to make you cry.
I mean nothing, but this has not kept you
From peeling away my body, layer by layer,

The tears clouding your eyes as the table fills
With husks, cut flesh, all the debris of pursuit.
Poor deluded human: you seek my heart.

Hunt all you want. Beneath each skin of mine
Lies another skin: I am pure onion-- pure union
Of outside and in, surface and secret core.

Look at you, cutting and weeping. Idiot.
Is this the way you go through life, your mind
A stopless knife, driven by your fantasy of truth,

Of lasting union-- slashing away skin after skin
From things, ruin and tears your only signs
Of progress? Enough is enough.

You must not grieve that the world is glimpsed
Through veils. How else can it be seen?
How will you rip away the veil of the eye, the veil

That you are, you who want to grasp the heart
Of things, who want to know where meaning
Lies. Taste what you hold in your hands: onion juice,

Yellow peels, my stinging shreds. You are the one
In pieces. Whatever you meant to love, in meaning to
You changed yourself: you are not who you are,

Your soul cut moment to moment by a blade
Of fresh desire, the soil strewn with abandoned skins.
And at your inmost circle, what? A core that is

Not one. Poor fool, you are divided at the heart,
Lost in its maze of chambers, blood, and love,
A heart that will one day beat you to death.

give me an undivided heart, that i may fear Your name.
give me an undivided heart, no other gods, no other love, no other gods before You...

i'm super self-conscious right now. let me explain:

i have band practice on tuesday nights. ji's brother is a professional sound engineer and for some reason wanted to record our practice session today. i thought it'd be helpful for us to hear ourselves and realize how busy/jumbled our music sounds. so i agreed. we play a few songs and during a break, decide to hear some of the tracks we laid...

2, 3, 4... guitar starts... drums and bass come in... piano and electric weaving through the beats (so far, so good)... and then........ the most nasal-y, bottom-heavy, annoyingly flat voice i've ever heard...

after the initial shock, denial starts to kick in.

this can't be me? is it the EQ? is it the mixer? back-up vocals sound fine though... great, in fact...

embarassment... shame... and then a completely demolished self-esteem. i hate my voice.

sigh. how will i ever sing in public again?

back by popular demand!
the short-haired model of the roboto action figure is now availible.

uncle jesse did it, now it's roboto's turn. yes, i chopped off the flowing locks. my inner fabio is now only an inside thing. the mullet has left the building. i don't know why so many of my friends hated my longish hair. i mean, i agree that i look better with short hair. it's cleaner, more "slimming" and i don't look like i just jumped out of that 70's show. but i sorta liked that unique look i had. almost like those "think different" mac ads from a couple years ago: roboto: look/feel/be different.. eh, whatever. it's just hair, right?

(by the way, i was kidding about that whole fabio thing... just thought i'd point that out)