alice in wonderland

I just saw Alice In Wonderland in 3D (unfortunately not in imax) and it was pretty much amazing. I was slightly disappointed when I figured out that the music from the soundtrack, "Almost Alice,"was only playing during the credits, but none the less it was amazing. Then again, I really like Tim Burton's work. I think the movie would have been slightly better had it not been as late as it was and if I had been in a slightly better mood. Nothing puts a damper on watching a crazy movie like being all upset about stuff and having more than a million things on your mind that you just can't seem to get rid of.

It was my buddy Justin's 25th birthday today, so in honor of his becoming an "old fart," I baked him brownies, and a bunch of us went to see Alice in Wonderland. All was fine and well; we surprised him when he came home and we were all having a good time just hanging around the apartment. Justin and I started talking and, once again, I started thinking about the whole boy situation. I have officially decided that I was, once again, played. Guys say that girls give off wrong impressions, but they do too. In fact, they lead you on and tell you things and don't mean a single word of it. I really want to give this guy the benefit of the doubt and say that he's different, that he really meant what he said, but due to his actions I have to go with my gut and just accept the fact that he lied and I was stupid enough to believe it. I haven't quite figured out why it is that that seems to happen to me all the time. Is it dumb for me to trust people easily? I don't want to be one of those people who generalizes and judges people right away, but I'm starting to think that the only way for me to not get hurt like this anymore is to do just that.

I think the best medicine for all of this is to just go home, which is exactly what I'm doing; I'm going home for the weekend. Sure, I have a huge mountain of homework that I'll have to do while I'm at home, but I need to go home so that I can see my family and talk everything out with one of my best friends. She's like my little sister, but day or night we're there for each other and I couldn't ask for a better friend. She may not understand everything, but she's there when I need her most. That's how you tell who your best friends are; if they're there for you any time day or night no matter what the reason and they don't judge you for anything you do then you've got yourself a best friend and you should never let them go. My best friend almost made me cry, but it was a happy cry. It was nice to finally hear that no matter what, she was my best friend and nothing I could tell her would change that and that she would always be there for me. With all this uncertainty that was just what I needed to hear. I sometimes wish I went to school back home just so I could be around people like that. I do have amazing friends here, but when everything in your new home is so crazy and everything is changing and nothing seems to be changing in your favor, the people and places from your past seem to be the only thing that can comfort you.

People say you should let go of your past, but I don't think you really do. You shouldn't make the same mistakes, which may be difficult depending on the situation, but you should never forget what you've done or the people who passed through your life. They not only are shape decisions made at the time, but they shape how you think, act, and help define who you are. I'm fighting to keep something that I do need to let go, but I will never let myself forget what's happened and who was involved. Doing so would only set me up to make the same mistakes, but to never progress mentally and emotionally. That's something I think everyone needs to work on. So for now I'll continue trying to let go of everything that's happened and hope that I can do so quickly. Sometimes I wish we could feel no sorrow or pain, but that would leave us with no joy or pleasure. Without such joy, sorrow, pain, and pleasure, we would be left with no emotion. With no emotion, we become living robots, doing everything because somebody said it's what we should do. How is that life?