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Again, Peter heavily edited this one so it lost its sharp anger and rythem. This was my admissions essay my secound bout of college applications. I was accepted nowhere.

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Oft-described “über-geek,” I loved the original Matrix movie. It was a well-crafted action movie that contained both a decent plot and enough faux philosophy to give geeks lots to talk about by the warm glow of the CRT. Anyone who knew anything knew there were going to be three in the series; indeed such a cash cow for the studio had to be grazed and milked for maximum profit. I knew a series would be a money-grab, I knew, but I didn’t care; three times the entertainment would equal three times the sugar and caffeine high when we would eventually secure the trio for a marathon.

And so, I waited the years. I gasped in wonder when told the second and third would be released within a year of each other. I marveled at the skill of the Wachowski Brothers, their determination to continue after not one, but two tragedies befell the cast. Most of all, I prayed for miracles beyond miracles - movies that could renew my interest in the movie studios, from whom I had withheld my money for so long. And whose lobbying organization, the MPAA, I had cursed nearly daily for each and every infringement of human rights: the rights of art, and the rights of privacy. I, the most stubborn person that many people know, had hoped that the one-two combo of reloading and then revolting would smack my faith in the face and scream, “Love the studios as you love the art!” Reloaded came and went. I didn’t think it was nearly as good as the original. It had too many loose ends. However, I persisted in my steadfast belief in the newfound infallibility of Hollywood. After all, there would be loose ends as it was only the second movie in a trilogy. I prepared myself for the conclusion.

But then I left the theater calculating how much I had lost to this third movie.

The movie was 129 minutes long. The ticket spanked me for $8.50. I lost many an hour by avoiding conversation with others who had read the script, instead opting for a discussion of the meaning of life with the nearest empty space. What I can’t account for is the time spent thinking about how great the movie would be; the time I spent mopping up the drool from the floor as I watched preview views, trailers, and shots of both upcoming movies, but mostly Revolutions. I held fast to the opinion that Revolutions would explain everything, and look amazing, and will overcome the shortcomings of Reloaded (which affected me but did not dent my faith in the series).

Overall, the movie meant to me that I am fully a fool. An American Consumer, who believed that art could come before bank. It also means that I now believe that I can and do act better than Keanu “Wood Plank” Reeves, and I could out-direct the Bros. Of course, there was a positive aspect: it renewed my interest in both independent movies and non-independent but excellent movies. In a perfect world, both Matrix Reloaded and Revolutions would’ve blown me progressively further and further away, with a great story line, cutting-edge effects, and an unprecedented mount of detail and skill. They managed to lose sight of all three aspects of a great movie, and in doing so, destroyed my belief in the major movie studios.

DRUGS MAY HAVE BEEN INVOLVED I DONT'T REMEMBER IT WAS A LONG TIME AGO

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I can deflect bullets with my mind, but only when I drink. Or so the saying goes. I haven't really tried it recently due to my obvious leg injury but the problem is really that I'm lazy. So lazy. So lazy in fact that there are a thousand other things I could should would be doing besides this but I'm having quite a good time right now trying to sit awkwardly in my chair and keeping it from spinning with a strategically placed leg. All in good time.

Cough. They tell me my sinuses are dripping to the back of my throat, irritating it, so I cough to try to "scratch" it, so to speak. But that only irritates it more, so I cough more. And more. And more. And now when I cough it feels like my head is expanding with pressure and it probably isn't a pretty sight. I feel like I shouldn't go to class because I'll be a disturbance (and I'm sure I am already). At least it's not contagious, just a nice personal infection. Pity, I'd love to spread this love around.

And now they also tell me I have high blood pressure. As a 21 year old. Is this RIT or what? Or is it that Wendy's is on the way back to my apartment. All this could be avoided if I lived on campus I'm sure but I can't live without a dishwasher and there's no cheap labor around here. At least that I can legally hire, but when have I ever broken the law? It's not illegal if you're not caught and as my story is self-evident I didn't do anything then, I was at the wrong place, wrong time, wrong country, wrong opinion.

Is that my blood pressure or my wrists starting to go, and is this pain my head my sinuses or my high blood pressure? I don't even know. Dear lord I'm becoming a hypochondriac.

This is why people need to start submitting more. Otherwise I have the will and unfortunately the way to do a mental memory dump (access violation at address 0x00000001, naturally) on paper. If I can get published, ANYONE CAN! So I don't see why people don't write here anymore. I remember, back in my day, when horses ruled the streets and you still had to pay for porno, GDT would print 15+ pages! Of quality entertainment, even! But now...inane dribble down my shirt. This writing is now about laptops. I want to love my laptop but it hurt me so bad. I even bought a new battery and gps for it. I even opened it up and reseated, cleaned, and securely mounted the heatsink. But no, reset freeze reset reset kronchev smash. Don't ever buy an HP anything. Let them suffer. Let their children starve and live on Ritz crackers and bits of lunchmeat. Retribution shall be mine, slow but swift in the soul. Punch Communism in the face.

The year was 1605. Catholicism (aka the plague) had taken over much of Europe. I was still but unprocessed molecules that had not even been converted into animal and plant protein yet, let alone reproductive projectiles. This year was the first sighting of Bigfoot. He was seen harassing a young wench at Ye Local Pub in Britland. Pants were optional back then but he made full sure to be dressed to screw. Big sexy men were all the rage back then so odds were she was pretending. The important thing is, his pockets were full of pieces o' eight. See back then defacing money was a popular pasttime. Huge rallies were held to see who could slash of a coin (and a local orphan) quickest. Evan "Darkie" Copernicus was the reining champion in the home state of Transilvania but knew he could be dethroned at any time. And then along came his first successful experiment, launching a chimp into space. Of course once crossing the stratosphere the monkey was frozen and then burnt up from friction but it's the thought that count. One time he made love to a Leyden jar and grew another ear. You can't make this up.

I had Almond Joy
Put it deep in my pocket
Squishy brown joy now.

The Days I Lost Faith In The Police

My friend Colin and I, August 31st, went to NYC for the day, to see people, and Colin needed to update his ID (he goes to NYU). Protests were light during
the day. At night as we were trying to leave it was very different. We were around Union Square, walking around, looking. We sat down for a second, a group
of about 20 walked by and a guy yelled to us "If you believe in our cause come with us!" We ask where they were going and they say they're heading to MSG,
where the RNC is, and which is right next to Penn Station, where we were heading. We decide to FOLLOW them. On the way we were walking down the street, 2 by
2, in an orderly fashion, on the sidewalk. No yelling, no protesting, nothing. We get to a barricade, the guy in front asks if we can be let through. The
cops say, ok, sure, get in a single file line on the opposite sidewalk and well open it for you. We do. As soon as we did they throw open the side, ride in
about 30 cops on bikes, and surround and arrest us all. NO warning, NO "please disperse", nothing. Just arresting.

We were first taken to Pier 57..if you kept with the news, you may have read about it. Basically it was a bus depot they put a bunch of fences in and
decided to hold people in. The ground was covered with diesel, anti-freeze, oil, probabily other automobile liquids. It smelled of fuel. The lights were
very, very bright and never turned down. At this point we still were never told what we were under arrest for, we were never told what was happening, etc.
We were merely handcuffed, thrown onto a metro bus (yes they used real buses to haul people), and locked in here for 12 hours. The next day at 10, we were
systematically driven to the Center Street lockup facility. There, we were told we would be allowed to make a phone call; of course, the first cell we were
put into (after waiting on the bus for an hour).

I eventually fell sick with a migraine. At first I thought it was just due to the lack of sleep (since the lights were NEVER, EVER turned down), but it
developed to a full migraine. I threw up a lot, I could feel that I looked like shit. At first I just wanted aspirin when I started hurting and they gave
responses from "we don't have any" to "sure I'll go get some" to "I would but we cant give you any". That's how it was with anything. Complete and utter
misinformation. When I started throwing up they obviously couldn't keep me in the very overcrowded cell so they took me to the hospital...after about an
hour outside, handcuffed and feet cuffed, with tw, lying on the ground throwing up (literally), with two guards. I basically had to lie down on the curb and
throw up until the ambulance came. The EMS guys attempted to help on the way there by giving me oxygen. That only made it worse. The hospital people,
however,were very friendly and accommodating, they gave me anything I needed, actually gave me a dark room to lie in (with 2 guards outside and handcuffed
to the bed, feet cuffs still on). They gave me some pain killing injection that hurt like hell but it did help. I was brought there when it was light and
taken back when it was dark; that's the best time I can give since I don't have a watch and the cops refuse to tell me anything.

Eventually Colin and I, who were split up fairly early on, ended up in crowded cells across from each other, waiting for our lawyers and hearings. I had
acquired somewhat of a mythos since I was so heavily chained and guarded; I had to inform everyone that at that point I was in no condition to run so it was
overreaction and supression, like the rest of the whole ordeal. We were in these cells for about 20 hours. I was in a group taken before him yet he made it
out long before me. The lawyers were very very nice and helpful and as honest as they could be. I took an ACD which basically means, they drop the charges
in 6 months and everything, fingerprints etc, is destroyed, if I don't get arrested again. The only thing is I cant sue for wrongful arrest; I couldn't
plead non-guilty (Colin did, he tried to fight it but his lawyer said that the state was intent on not looking "bad" so they were going to fight as hard as
possible) because I could never come back for the trial, too far away. However I can still be part of the upcoming class action lawsuit about the way we
were treated as a whole.

The cops acted like the stereotypical police who serve the rich. They were clearly pawns and didn't even really know what was going on. They were either
really sympathetic to us (a few would talk to us, loosen our cuffs so we didn't lose circulation, etc) or they were mad they were there and were assholes to
us, it was random. My AO (arresting officer) was mostly indifferent but a few times she did let my cuffs off when no one was around. One of the guards when
I was sick was a really nice guy, he lead a group I was in (the people you were with was switched around constantly) and he asked if I was feeling better,
he did care. A few guys tried to talk to us. Everyone at the hospital was really nice and I could tell they were on our side, but couldn't really do
anything unless like me, they became ill. The most helpful however was the Lawyers Guild people. They were people who were supposed to be just observers in
all of this but the dumb ass cops arrested a bunch of them with my group; big, big mistake. First off now they had witness to the shit we had to deal with.
Also they then were able to give us all kinds of advice, which really did help. After we were released we had to wait in line for property (with about 3x
more cops than people surrounding us, it reminded me of terrorism) and they passed out water and talked to everyone. These guys are awesome and I want to
see about donating to them, I can't thank them enough.

So what this comes to is, 42 hours of imprisonment for walking down the street and having the "bad" political view, 6 hours standing in line for my property
all the time nervous as fuck that the cops were going to descend on us without warning and arrest us all over again. We were LIED to, and I question the
direction of this country, then, and now.

mood: derp music: Soundgarden - No Attention