sheer potentiality

Graduation: 23 days

Porn and Smokes (18th Birthday): 75 days

College: 96 days

I guess it’s been a week since I last posted. Well, I’ll try and post daily now. I’ve been out of it since last Wednesday though. Thursday I went to see The Matrix Reloaded, which I’ll talk about below. Friday, I got into a car accident. I’d rather not explain, except to say that my car was totaled. That car meant a lot to me. Over the weekend and on Monday, I just didn’t get around to blogging. I had other things to do. I also had to make up for missing school on Wednesday, Friday, and Monday due to an AP test, the car accident, and a field trip, respectively. And yesterday was scholarship night at the high school. I went and found that I was awarded a $500 scholarship. That might pay for a class.

All right. First things first: The Matrix Reloaded was awesome. I had to see it twice to begin to really understand it, but they did a superb job with it. The action scenes are excellent. There’s a bit of humor, with a couple visual jokes and a performance by Hugo Weaving as an rather funny Smith. (I’m gonna reveal some stuff here mostly unrelated to the ending but still related to the movie, so feel free to skip ahead to the next paragraph.) Smith has the capability to replicate himself by comandeering any other person in the Matrix. Of course, any agent can do this, but Smith can have more than one of himself at a time. In one scene, an agent discovers him, and says something along the lines of, “It’s you!” Smith replies, “Me, me, me,” while replicating himself onto the agent. Then the second Smith says, “Me too.” In another scene, Smith replicates himself and adjusts the tie of the replicated Smith. If this doesn’t seem particularly funny to you, it’s Weaving’s delivery that makes it so funny. And the fight scenes (the Oracle’s bodyguard, the Burly Brawl, and the lobby scene being the most prevalent) and the car chase are extraordinarily good.

At our local theater there’s a sign on the door at the entrance that says, and I quote, “NO OUTSIDE FOO OR BEVERAGES.” I wonder if Mr. T works there. “No outside foo!”

Blog to you all later!