braveheart. what a movie. iv just finished watching it. it was great. it woke the patriot in me (huh?!). what was striking in wallace's (leading) character, was his ability to continue fighting after being betrayed not once, not twice, but three times by the very people that he so desperately counted on. it's insane. he was tortured. a single plea for mercy would've ended his agony, but he chose to shout FREEDOM instead. how courageous. i admire the man. if ever he existed. but i dont really care about that.

something's bothering me. how odd. i'm not easily rattled, at least that's what i tell myself but you'd know anyway. im chatting with jethro right now. he's one of my 2nd inner circle friends back in high school. fun, detached and indifferent, he was always an amusing character. doesn't care bout anything but very confident. great musician. i miss high school.

i dont know what's wrong. i dont know what er feelings are. i dont know zilch. but i definitely feel something from er. assurances are becoming ghastly needed during these times. im bewildered, confused and twitching. no one's forcing anyone to write on the blank sheet...write when you're ready...no need to rush...no need...definitely no need...

-out-ch!