Saw Identity (6/10) today. Alone. The only one in the theater, which was great.

This is probably going to be a long one. I woke up around 10:30am and went straight into doing the yard. I push-mowed for about an hour. I was starving by this point and went in and ate. Soon after, around 1:30, Jason called me. It didn't surprise me, considering X-Men started today. I took a shower and everything and went over there about 2:10. We didn't stay at his place very long before we headed toward Albemarle. The movie was to start at 4, so we had some time to kill, which we did by going to Blockbuster and Sam Goody. As we were leaving Sam Goody, Jason thought he saw Taylor in the Wendy's parking lot. So I drove over there and stopped beside him in the drive-through line. He rolled down his window, said the movie was awesome, and then explained that he had gotten Kenzie out of school early to see the 1:00 showing. We left ol' Biff and made our way to Eastgate. Josh was there so we didn't have to pay. Jason played some turkey shooting game for a while as Josh and I stood around him talking about everything. We eventually went in. Jason and I were sitting on the back row when two teenagers walked in, both wearing red shirts. As they walked past the isle, one of them looked at me and said, "Stephen!" a couple times before we let them know neither of us was Stephen. They went down a few rows and sat down. A minute later the same guy turns around and calls out, "Stephen!" again. Jason and I just looked at each other and kind of laughed. Just a minute later I feel my hat fly off and those two idiots were right behind us. I reached back and said, "Give my damn hat back." These morons still thought I was some guy named Stephen, because a couple minutes later, back at their seats, they turn around saying, "Stephen!" again. I'm angry at this point. He's already knocked my hat off and bothered the mess out of me. I turn to Jason and jokingly say, "Let's beat 'em up." Jason was fed up and yelled, "Hey! We're not Steven! So shut the fuck up!" We couldn't help laughing at this point. I'd never seen him just yell at someone like that, with our without bad language. We noticed a short time later the two kids moved down several rows.

The preview for The Hulk looked pretty good, I guess. X-Men was really good (8/10), way better than the first. Josh came in and watched it with us every now and then. I'm not sure how good this movie would seem to someone who isn't familiar with X-Men, but for long time fans like Jason, Josh, and myself, it was really great. When I got home I got out some of my old comics just to reminisce. I remember all the great nights, many years ago, at James' house. Jeremy, Justin, Josh, Taylor, and myself spent the night there all together so many times. I really loved that time in my life.

I worked seven straight hours last night, from 9:30pm to 4:30am, on a website I had to make for my final project in my web graphics class. It isn't that great, though. I wish I had time to change the navigation and make it a little better (instead of just text links). I've learned so much about this stuff this semester. Below is a banner ad I made for it. Since you're all the way down here the animation may have stopped, so just refresh. If you're wondering about the "Mmm..." part, Homer is always saying, "Mmm... [enter just about anything here]."

I went to see Bruce Almighty (6/10) last night. It was okay, I suppose. Many stale areas, but there were several funny parts that made up for it. Just to have Jim doing a comedy again is pleasing in itself for nostalgic purposes. Hopefully he and Jeff Daniels will do a third Dumb and Dumber. I'm hoping New Line hasn't made a mistake with this prequel. (Update: Have they ever!)

Haven't written in a while. Classes are going well. Believe it or not, I went to see Finding Nemo (9/10) yesterday. It was just as good or better than Monsters Inc.

I saw Josh as we were leaving. The families are going to the beach next week but, of course, I can't go because of school. I haven't been to a North Carolina beach in 5 or 6 years. The last time I was on a beach was in Pensacola. Speaking of which, I had a dream about Sam last night and now I'm wondering again (although it's been over a year now since we've talked) why she left me and didn't speak to me again. I wouldn't mind talking to her again, but that might not be a good idea. I wonder if I'll ever see her again.