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sunday, may 24, 1998, 04:32 Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was just weird. enjoyable at times, worth the however much i spent to go see it, but not wonderful. with the great line "too weird to live, too rare to die." driving back from the movie, three crammed into the back of seth's jeep, just wanting to capture the moment, of what i saw, to remember. listening, nine inch nails playing, the wind rush outside of the soft top of the car, seatbelt unfastened, staring out the window. ahead of me, seth's sarah, long blondish hair crunched up against the seat, her hand on his hand on the gearshift. looking to my right, danny, staring straight ahead, sarah, staring out the window, her hand pressing softly against the plastic window, the reflections distorted around her finger. and now, here i am, staring out the window having just turned out the light in here because having the light on was worse than having it off, the sky brightening slowly, overcast i believe, but slowly turning blue, the slightest hint of orange coming up over where the water would be if i could see it from here. i feel like curling up on my bed and crying, just to feel the emotion. i am happy, for all the friends i find around me these days, but feeling sad can be so comforting at times. i have friends, and sometimes i feel so alone. not now, just some times. right now, though, i can be content with the world as it is. the cold air blowing in through the window, cooling my aching hands. the last track of the last of the mohicans soundtrack is playing. my right eye itching from something. and there's nothing wrong. i'm going to sleep, and when i wake, i'll head over to breakfast. with my friends.
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