This morning I dreamed I was one of four sisters in a sorority. We were setting fire to beehives.  Then I kicked a witch. 

The Next Three Days
The buildup was interesting because Russell Crowe as a post-secondary English teacher really sucks at buying fake passports, robbing meth labs, breaking into elevators, and such. It could have been tragic - especially with the near-mute six year old kid everywhere. But I was satisfied with the ending, in which his plans play out nearly perfectly except for a minor detour at the zoo. If only it had arrived sooner, and less painfully.

My brother is really bad at photoshop and has made the worst collage that I've ever seen. He needs to tackle media bias and its effect on teens, including its effect on women, the effect of video games.

It's bad, but not as bad as the "database" I've made.  

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I don't trust 414. I have all the reasons to trust them but there's a feeling I shouldn't. A sort of deep-rooted grudge that I've forgotten why I had, or something from all my time on the other side of the fence. I haven't forgotten about how 414 and 415 and how I wouldn't even want to try a blameless party. Yet I trust 415.

Maybe I just don't trust 414's face. Maybe I need to feel that I am clever enough to fly under 414's radar. Maybe 414 and I have drastically different sets of priorities, which just makes them more likely to slip and crush one of my own. Not that 415 and I are any more similar, but why do I not worry that 415 will fuck up dearly?

I can't pinpoint the reason.

for later - what develops trust? is it a reliability thing? is it a personality thing? who do you trust?