Mothman... was, however, a bit chilling in the same way that Blair Witch Project creeped me out. It still had the classic sound effect techniques (sudden, loud noises after a long silence) but was more enigmatic about the title subject. The movie uses the fact that you just don't know what's going on to scare you. It also let's you piece together the clues from the plot to figure out what's going to happen in the end and finally have some idea of what's going on, which is nice for some closure.

I caught Orange County tonight with Lindsay. I have to say it was just what I was in the mood for, although I could have done without the chatty, 12-year-old audience (it felt as though I were watching the movie in a daycare center, prompting me to create my new catchphrase as seen in the title of this entry). I probably came away from the movie with more than most people, because I can completely identify with the main character, Shaun, an aspiring high-school novelist whose application to Stanford is rejected. Oddly enough, I found myself really caring for this guy in the end, and even idly wonder what would have happened to him long after the movie was over.

I suppose I've just really been wanting to escape recently. Not just physically, but mentally. I feel as though I've been floating away lately and would love some time off to get back into my skin. Seeing Orange County sorta helped me do that in a way. I'm leaving on a business trip on Monday, too, which should be a good change of pace.

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