03 october 2004.1141 pm today i watched "the amityville horror" because i like movies from the 1970s about satanism. i followed that up with "deliverance," which i've never seen and i thought would fit in well with my class on 1970s hollywood. and you know, i've never actually yelled at the people on the screen because i understand that they cant hear me, and i've honestly never understood why people do that. but i'll fully admit. i spent my sunday night screaming at jon voight in "deliverance." it went something like this: "omigod omigod omigod kill him kill him kill kill kill kill him O MY GOD DON'T MOVE HE SAW YOU OMIGODOMIGOD SHOOT THE FUCKING ARROW AT HIS TOOTHLESS FUCKING HILLBILLY SKULL O MY GOD HOLY SHIT JON VOIGHT" it must have helped because that hillbilly was totally dead. if he wasnt, by that point i was so wrapped up in it that i would have passed out and voided my bladder. in other news, i finally got a last rites crucifix to add to my collection, but after i opened it up i realized that it was used. and not used like "secondhand," used like "there is a bunch of wax and burn marks inside of it, indicating that this was most likely actually used for the last rites of someone dying in the house, especially since i bought it from an estate sale, and estate sales are almost always held when everyone in the actual estate has died." so basically i bought some old dead lady's wooden cross for $2. this sort of bothered me until i realised HEY. most of the catholic paraphernalia i own is from dead people. in case you were wondering, i plan on repenting on my deathbed. you know, just to be safe.