About 8 scenes in, halfway through the scene, it jitters and then skips back to about the 6th scene.
I tried skipping PAST the scene, but it continues this throughout the rest of the movie. I tried cleaning it, but there's nothing to clean. It's just really really scratched up.
So I marked the "unwatchable" box on the sleeve.
I'm going through all sorts of things. Papers I don't see the point in keeping, things like that.
I'm also organizing and sorting my CDs. Basically, things I want and things I don't want. The ones I don't want... I dunno what I'll do with. Maybe I'll sell them on Ebay or give them away or something. There are lots of things there that people would dig... just stuff I don't dig.
A lot of still-in-the-plastic things that were given to me.
I mean ... I actually found a Matchbox 20 cd. Some Bush cds. I *never* listened to these things and I don't remember how I got them. Some of them, however, like Corporate Avenger and Hate Dept. I *do* remember how I got. I thought they were something else when I bought them. hehehe.
I could actually probabably widdle down my 500 cds to something more like 100 without ever missing anything. Maybe I'll write them down, hand a list around at work, see if anyone there wants them. Then I'll put the rest on ebay in a few lots. Someone is bound to want SR-71 or that group that did the "story of a girl" song.
Karl gave me a little much needed pep talk earlier. I feel much much better than I did. It's good that he knows what it is I need to hear to snap the hell out of it sometimes.
So, no, Alicia, I'm not packing. I'm pre-packing. I have A LOT of stuff. So this is a very very necessary step.
Oh, and I'm also going through all the silly practice tests on the DMV site over and over and over. Because I'm going to get my license again sometime this week. We'll see if Holly remembers how to drive. That should be fun. Me, my mom, in her ancient mini-van... screaming at each other.
I'll be 16 all over again.
Still waiting on the damned federal government to come through with a check. That's money I could definitely use right now.
And ya know, I realized something... I've never quit a job that I didn't already hate. This is going to be weird.
But it's going to be *so* *good*. Forward momentum. I require it in my music, and now I'm going to be requiring it in my life.
I'm still a scared lil fucker. But I'll just have to get over that.