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[11 Nov 2011|11:11am]
I should mention this for visitors and strangers. Anything interesting I have to say is in a private entry. Don't think I'm a boring person just because I don't like sharing my interestingness with others.
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The War Is Over [29 May 2011|04:59pm]
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[30 Jun 2005|04:56pm]
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[07 May 2005|01:56am]
" Shallow, phony patriotism will always draw a crowd, like dogs humping in the street."
-- MSNBC's Keith Olbermann
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[29 Apr 2005|10:11pm]
On the night of April 3rd, 1993, at about 2:33 am, a 15-year-old girl from Chicago was killed by a gas pipe breakage that suffocated her to death. It happened in the laundry room, just a few feet from her bedroom. Her parents reported to the police that they heard screaming and when they went downstairs, it was too late, she was lying to to the window, dead. The thing that shocked authorities was that they could tell that even though she was dying, she still was trying to crawl out of the gas-filled room. They noticed that as she tried to escape she made an effort to punch the window open, but it only left a crack in the glass.


Almost exactly a year later things started getting out of hand. One thing was that when the father invited his brother-in-law over, he came running upstairs and told the two parents to call the police because somebody was trying to break in. At first the two parents of the girl didn't think anything was going on, but it got worse. It seemed that every time somebody slept downstairs (at that time it was the guest bedroom-- the girl's old room) somebody slammed on the window. The Parents finally decided to go down there one night to see what was going on. They both went to sleep and tried to see if anything would happen... Later that night, they woke up to the sound of somebody slamming on the bedroom window, but unlike the other instances when this happened, the slamming didn't stop until the window shattered to peices... It was unclear about what happened next, but in the morning a neighbor came by and looked through the broken window, and saw that the two parents were both dead, strangled to death...

...A medium (one who communicates with the dead) beleives that this happened because the spirit of the girl came back to get revenge on the parents, probably for not coming down in time when she was suffocating in her room. The medium still thinks that she is still angry and is still looking for ways to get back at others because of the painful death she had to go through.

..If you don't repost this before midnight tonight, you will hear a knocking on you bedroom window every night. Each night the knocking will get louder and louder, until the glass can't take the pressure and the window shatters, and after that you're on your own
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[17 Apr 2005|09:23pm]
It's amazing that people here can't enjoy their saturday nights unless they are drunk and partying and being obnoxious. And I'm perfectly happy to sit in my room at midnight watchign road runner cartoons. People try way too hard to have fun, never realizing how easy it is.
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[27 Mar 2005|09:40pm]
You scored as Buddhism. Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Buddhism. Do more research on Buddhism and possibly consider becoming Buddhist, if you are not already.

In Buddhism, there are Four Noble Truths: (1) Life is suffering. (2) All suffering is caused by ignorance of the nature of reality and the craving, attachment, and grasping that result from such ignorance. (3) Suffering can be ended by overcoming ignorance and attachment. (4) The path to the suppression of suffering is the Noble Eightfold Path, which consists of right views, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right-mindedness, and right contemplation. These eight are usually divided into three categories that base the Buddhist faith: morality, wisdom, and samadhi, or concentration. In Buddhism, there is no hierarchy, nor caste system; the Buddha taught that one's spiritual worth is not based on birth.




















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[25 Feb 2005|11:13am]
I've decided that I want to keep a record of everything I'm living through now, so starting now, I'm actually going to update this with things about my life. Not just song lyrics and random nothings.


Which Bob Dylan song are you?

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i need to share my excitedness [15 Feb 2005|03:26pm]

Positively 4th Street ~ Bob Dylan

You got a lotta nerve
To say you are my friend
When I was down
You just stood there grinning

You got a lotta nerve
To say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on
The side that's winning

You say I let you down
You know it's not like that
If you're so hurt
Why then don't you show it

You say you lost your faith
But that's not where it's at
You had no faith to lose
And you know it

I know the reason
That you talk behind my back
I used to be among the crowd
You're in with

Do you take me for such a fool
To think I'd make contact
With the one who tries to hide
What he don't know to begin with

You see me on the street
You always act surprised
You say, "How are you?" "Good luck"
But you don't mean it

When you know as well as me
You'd rather see me paralyzed
Why don't you just come out once
And scream it

No, I do not feel that good
When I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief
Perhaps I'd rob them

And now I know you're dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don't you understand
It's not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You'd know what a drag it is
To see you
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[11 Feb 2005|10:59am]
The Fourteenth Book of Bokonon: What Can a Thoughtful Man Hope for Mankind on Earth, Given the Experience of the Past Million Years?

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Shelter from the Storm [06 Feb 2005|12:58am]
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."
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[24 Jan 2005|11:56pm]
you can only become content when you've realize happiness is unattainable.

i'm not quite there yet, but i'm well on my way to contentness.
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this time with the completely opposite meaning [24 Jan 2005|11:55pm]
Oh, the ragman draws circles
Up and down the block.
I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk.
And the ladies treat me kindly
And furnish me with tape,
But deep inside my heart
I know I can't escape.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Well, Shakespeare, he's in the alley
With his pointed shoes and his bells,
Speaking to some French girl,
Who says she knows me well.
And I would send a message
To find out if she's talked,
But the post office has been stolen
And the mailbox is locked.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Mona tried to tell me
To stay away from the train line.
She said that all the railroad men
Just drink up your blood like wine.
An' I said, "Oh, I didn't know that,
But then again, there's only one I've met
An' he just smoked my eyelids
An' punched my cigarette."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Grandpa died last week
And now he's buried in the rocks,
But everybody still talks about
How badly they were shocked.
But me, I expected it to happen,
I knew he'd lost control
When he built a fire on Main Street
And shot it full of holes.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the senator came down here
Showing ev'ryone his gun,
Handing out free tickets
To the wedding of his son.
An' me, I nearly got busted
An' wouldn't it be my luck
To get caught without a ticket
And be discovered beneath a truck.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With twenty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved it to him,
Then I whispered, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me,
I hope you're satisfied."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the rainman gave me two cures,
Then he said, "Jump right in."
The one was Texas medicine,
The other was just railroad gin.
An' like a fool I mixed them
An' it strangled up my mind,
An' now people just get uglier
An' I have no sense of time.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

When Ruthie says come see her
In her honky-tonk lagoon,
Where I can watch her waltz for free
'Neath her Panamanian moon.
An' I say, "Aw come on now,
You must know about my debutante."
An' she says, "Your debutante just knows what you need
But I know what you want."
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.

Now the bricks lay on Grand Street
Where the neon madmen climb.
They all fall there so perfectly,
It all seems so well timed.
An' here I sit so patiently
Waiting to find out what price
You have to pay to get out of
Going through all these things twice.
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end,
To be stuck inside of Mobile
With the Memphis blues again.
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Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) by Don McLean [27 Sep 2004|10:28am]
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they'll listen now

Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you Vincent
This world was never meant for one as
beautiful as you

Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They did not listen they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
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[24 Aug 2004|02:12pm]
Well, the emptiness is endless, cold as the clay
You can always come back, but you can't come back all the way
Only one thing I did wrong
Stayed in Mississippi a day too long

Mississippi ~ Bob Dylan (2001)
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[23 Aug 2004|05:05pm]
01. I have never kissed someone of the same sex.
02. I see a therapist.
03. I'm the youngest child.
04. I am drawn to things associated with sadness
05. I love my gauged earrings.
06. I wear black eyeliner every day.
07. I am extremely influenced by kindness.
08. I love to write, even though I think I suck at it.
09. I can't live without lipgloss. well sorta..
10. I’m probably emotionally scarred.
11. I lived in Tahoe.
12. I spend money I have.
13. I'll be in college for over 4 years. probably.
14. I love designer handbags. sort of.
15. I’ve had a concussion before.
16. I’m not good with confrontation.
17. I loved the Backstreet Boys. who didn't?!
18. I have more than a couple horrible memories.
19. I'm addicted to Degrassi.
20. I’m spiritual… but not religious.
21. My first kiss was unexpected
22. I start school on Jan 4th or 5th.
23. I love taking pictures.
24. I hate girls who are fake. *cough* PV *cough*
25. I can be mean when I want to.
26. When I allow myself to get close to people, I get very attached.
27. I am bisexual.
28. I have way too many pairs of shoes.
29. I've seen She’s All That at least 5 times.
30. I dress how I feel that day.
31. I love Charmed.
32. Sometimes I cry for almost no reason.
33. I hate when people are ridiculously late. *cough* allie and sometimes jess *cough*
34. I procrastinate.
35. Winter is my favorite season.
36. I have too many clothes for my closet/dresser.
37. I love to sleep.
38. I wish I was smarter.
39. I believe that it is wrong to be gay.
40. I have a lot drama.
41. No one really knows me.
42. I love my hair. right now i do.
43. I sometimes fight with my parents.
44. I am passionate about my interests.
45. I have had the chicken pox.
46. I’m a hopeless romantic. no clue =P
47. I feel empty sometimes.
48. I am/was most likely clinically depressed at a point in my life.
49. I am addicted to coffee. sometimes..
50. I am very outgoing at times.
51. Christmas is my favorite holiday
52. I can be very insecure.
53. I don't notice it, but I'm told I'm very softspoken.
54. I hate ignorant people.
55. I love my laptop.
56. I love guys that play the guitar. um..sure?
57. I state the obvious. all the time
58. I'm a happy person. [i underlined only half on purpose]
59. I’m extremely mellow.
60. I contemplate suicide.
61. I hate cleaning my room.
62. I tend to get jealous.
63. I like to play video games.
64. I love John Mayer.
65. I get more upset when I see an animal hurt than a person.
66. I'm a vegetarian/vegan/don't eat beef.
67. I don't like to study for tests.
68. I am too forgiving.
70. I have a good sense of direction.
71. I love school.
72. I’ve played a musical instrument for more than 5 years.
73. I tend to feel inadequate.
74. I love to kiss females on the forehead.
75. I love the color blue. and pink and purple and green lol
76. I don't sew.
77. I am not addicted to drugs.
78. I wear contacts.
79. President Bush is a complete and utter moron.
80. I become stressed easily.
81. I dont take critism well.
82. Conformity is stupid.
83. Chris Carrabba is one of the sexiest men alive. (Come on, you have to admit it)
84. So is Conor from Bright Eyes.
85. I love my family.
86. I don't mind getting shots.
87. I am a perfectionist when it comes to certain things.
88. I always wanted to learn to play the drums.
89. I can be too hard on myself.
90. I’m probably going to have premarital sex.
91. I don’t like my nose.
92. I am very religious. (kind of)
93. I still act like a little kid.
94. I am ridiculously indecisive.
95. I believe in a higher power or some form of an afterlife.
96. I love music.
97. I’m in love.
98. I have problems letting go of people.
99. I tend to think with my heart more then my head.
100. I don’t really like ice cream.

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[19 Aug 2004|03:20pm]
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.
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Highlands by Bob Dylan (1997) [17 Aug 2004|03:39pm]
Well my heart's in the Highlands gentle and fair
Honeysuckle blooming in the wildwood air
Bluebelles blazing, where the Aberdeen waters flow
Well my heart's in the Highland,
I'm gonna go there when I feel good enough to go

Windows were shakin' all night in my dreams
Everything was exactly the way that it seems
Woke up this morning and I looked at the same old page
Same ol' rat race
Life in the same ol' cage.

I don't want nothing from anyone, ain't that much to take
Wouldn't know the difference between a real blonde and a fake
Feel like a prisoner in a world of mystery
I wish someone would come
And push back the clock for me

Well my heart's in the Highlands wherever I roam
That's where I'll be when I get called home
The wind, it whispers to the buckeyed trees in rhyme
Well my heart's in the Highland,
I can only get there one step at a time.

I'm listening to Neil Young, I gotta turn up the sound
Someone's always yelling turn it down
Feel like I'm drifting
Drifting from scene the scene
I'm wondering what in the devil could it all possibly mean?

Insanity is smashing up against my soul
You can say I was on anything but a roll
If I had a conscience, well I just might blow my top
What would I do with it anyway
Maybe take it to the pawn shop

My heart's in the Highlands at the break of dawn
By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan
Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low
Well my heart's in the Highlands
Only place left to go

I'm in Boston town, in some restaurant
I got no idea what I want
Well, maybe I do but I'm just really not sure
Waitress comes over
Nobody in the place but me and her

It must be a holiday, there's nobody around
She studies me closely as I sit down
She got a pretty face and long white shiny legs
She says, "What'll it be?"
I say, "I don't know, you got any soft boiled eggs?"

She looks at me, Says "I'd bring you some
but we're out of 'm, you picked the wrong time to come"
Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!"
I say, "I would if I could, but,
I don't do sketches from memory."

"Well", she says, "I'm right here in front of you, or haven't you looked?"
I say," all right, I know, but I don't have my drawing book!"
She gives me a napkin, she says, "you can do it on that"
I say, "yes I could but,
I don't know where my pencil is at!"

She pulls one out from behind her ear
She says "all right now, go ahead, draw me, I'm standing right here"
I make a few lines, and I show it for her to see
Well she takes a napkin and throws it back
And says "that don't look a thing like me!"

I said, "Oh, kind miss, it most certainly does"
She says, "you must be jokin.'" I say, "I wish I was!"
Then she says, "you don't read women authors, do you?"
Least that's what I think I hear her say,
"Well", I say, "how would you know and what would it matter anyway?"

"Well", she says, "you just don't seem like you do!"
I said, "you're way wrong."
She says, "which ones have you read then?" I say, "I read Erica Jong!"
She goes away for a minute and I slide up out of my chair
I step outside back to the busy street, but nobody's going anywhere

Well my heart's in the Highlands, with the horses and hounds
Way up in the border country, far from the towns
With the twang of the arrow and a snap of the bow
My heart's in the Highlands
Can't see any other way to go

Every day is the same thing out the door
Feel further away then ever before
Some things in life, it gets too late to learn
Well, I'm lost somewhere
I must have made a few bad turns

I see people in the park forgetting their troubles and woes
They're drinking and dancing, wearing bright colored clothes
All the young men with their young women looking so good
Well, I'd trade places with any of them
In a minute, if I could

I'm crossing the street to get away from a mangy dog
Talking to myself in a monologue
I think what I need might be a full length leather coat
Somebody just asked me
If I registered to vote

The sun is beginning to shine on me
But it's not like the sun that used to be
The party's over, and there's less and less to say
I got new eyes
Everything looks far away

Well, my heart's in the Highlands at the break of day
Over the hills and far away
There's a way to get there, and I'll figure it out somehow
But I'm already there in my mind
And that's good enough for now
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[14 Aug 2004|02:33pm]
I have looked the enemy in the eye.

And realized it's my parents.
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[10 Aug 2004|12:11am]
Bold the movies you own, Italic the ones you've only seen part of, and underline all those you've seen. If you've done more than one of these things, like you own it and have seen it, bold and underline it. Here is the list!

. The Craft
2. The Glass House
3. The Ring
4. Signs
5. Stigmata
6. American Pie 2
7. Bridget Jones’ Diary
8. Bring It On
9. Bruce Almighty
10. Corky Romano
11. Drop Dead Gorgeous
12. Joe Dirt
13. Josie and the Pussycats
14. Happy Gilmore
15. The Hot Chick
16. Legally Blonde
17. Little Nicky
18. Saving Silverman
19. Shallow Hal
20. Sorority Boys
21. Superstar
22. Bulletproof Monk
23. Fast and the Furious
24. Gone in 60 Seconds
25. The Italian Job
26. Kill Bill Vol. 1
27. A Knights Tale
28. Spiderman
29. American Beauty
30. The Beach
31. Enough
32. Pleasantville
33. Double Jeopardy
34. The Life of David Gale
35. Unbreakable
36. Ever After
37. How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
38. The Core
39. Matrix Reloaded
40. Paycheck
41. What A Girl Wants
42. Gothika
43. Ghost Ship
44. Titanic
45. Resident Evil
46. Wrong Turn
47. Underworld
48. Bedazzled
49. The Sixth Sense
50. Baseketball
51. Twister
52. Jurassic Park
53. Dragon
54. The Green Mile
55. The Negotiator
56. Coyote Ugly
57. The Matrix
58. Jurassic Park The Lost World
59. Dogma
60. Liar, Liar
61. The Bone Collector
62. Miss Congeniality
63. House on Haunted Hill
64. Robin Hood: Men In Tights
65. The Cell
66. South Park: Bigger, Longer, & Uncut
67. Deep Impact
68. Brokedown Palace
69. American Pie
70. Final Destination
71. Charlie’s Angels
72. The Wedding Singer
73. Road Trip
74. Face Off
75. Conair
76. Galaxy Quest

That's a pretty naked list.
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