Just in case you were wondering, I don't actually hate you guys. I just wish I got more comments. Or else I wouldn't even bother with this LiveJournal stuff-a-roonie.

ANYWAY....

I got a letter from Jules (no use in keeping quiet about it, now). It was very long. And slightly mushy. And somewhat sheepish (people get sheepish quite often. I wonder why no one ever feels goatish. Andrew probably does). I'm just kind of wondering what on earth possessed him to get drunk. Part of the reason I thought he was so cool was because he didn't do stupid stuff like that.

My mistake.

He claims it's because of me, but that's just plain delusional. I made him do lots of stupid things (like talking in a German accent for a whole day), but drinking is not among them. What a silly boy.

He also apologized to me for IM-ing Em (well, asked me to apologize for him, although I think he already has, about a zilion times), and for not keeping better track of his computer security so that his skeezy roommate could log on under his name and also IM Em. The key difference between them being that Mac is the world's biggest butthead (and where on earth did he get a stupid name like Mac? I bet his parents hated him, too).

I don't really know what to do at this point. And to be honest, I don't care. I'll figure it out later. Possibly the solution will involve Pop Rocks and Lichen Silk curtains from Pottery Barn. Likely not.

To make matters more confusing, today Other Brad gave me a pat on the shoulder in what was undeniably a very friendly manner. WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN A BOY IS VERY NICE TO YOU AND STARTS PATTING YOU ON YOUR SHOULDER?!?!?!?! It's like in Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging. "What does it mean when he says 'See you later'? Does it mean 'See you later' or something else?"

Does shoulder-patting mean, "Good luck on the Stats AP tests that you are not actually taking but I am"?

Or, "I am patting your shoulder in a very friendly manner"?

Or, "My God, you're just skin and bones. Do you blow away in strong winds?"

Please, I hope not that. Mr Osing used to do that.

I feel like a fifth grader. Why am I JUST NOW discovering boys?!?!?!!? I'm nearly 18, for crying out sideways!

Not Quite Paradise
Bliss

To the path of least resistance
Into the great unknown
No directory assitance
Now you're on your own
But if you're looking for a new world
Just open up your eyes

Because it's not quite paradise
(It sure feels like home)
Not quite paradise
(We could learn to grow)
It'll be alright
Though it's not quite paradise

Tomorrow's an illusion
And yesterday's a dream
Today is a solution
But you gotta let her breath
And if you're looking for the answer
It's right before your eyes

Although it's not quite paradise
(It sure looks like one)
Not quite paradise
(We are not alone)
It'll be alright
No, it's not quite paradise

Somewhere from the edge of time
When the blowing winds make words don't rhyme
I'll call you up and say
We made it okay
And somewhere in the back of your mind
When you see your demons come to life
And the world just fades away
You'll know it's okay

It's gonna be okay

Okay...

Okay...

But it's not quite paradise
(But it sure feels like home)
Not quite paradise
(We can make this place our own)
Not quite paradise
(We can learn to grow)
Not quite paradise
(We don't have to be alone)
Not quite paradise
No No, No No, No No
Not quite paradise
(But it sure feels like home)

Just in case you were wondering, I don't actually hate you guys. I just wish I got more comments. Or else I wouldn't even bother with this LiveJournal stuff-a-roonie.

ANYWAY....

I got a letter from Jules (no use in keeping quiet about it, now). It was very long. And slightly mushy. And somewhat sheepish (people get sheepish quite often. I wonder why no one ever feels goatish. Andrew probably does). I'm just kind of wondering what on earth possessed him to get drunk. Part of the reason I thought he was so cool was because he didn't do stupid stuff like that.

My mistake.

He claims it's because of me, but that's just plain delusional. I made him do lots of stupid things (like talking in a German accent for a whole day), but drinking is not among them. What a silly boy.

He also apologized to me for IM-ing Em (well, asked me to apologize for him, although I think he already has, about a zilion times), and for not keeping better track of his computer security so that his skeezy roommate could log on under his name and also IM Em. The key difference between them being that Mac is the world's biggest butthead (and where on earth did he get a stupid name like Mac? I bet his parents hated him, too).

I don't really know what to do at this point. And to be honest, I don't care. I'll figure it out later. Possibly the solution will involve Pop Rocks and Lichen Silk curtains from Pottery Barn. Likely not.

To make matters more confusing, today Other Brad gave me a pat on the shoulder in what was undeniably a very friendly manner. WHAT DOES IT MEAN WHEN A BOY IS VERY NICE TO YOU AND STARTS PATTING YOU ON YOUR SHOULDER?!?!?!?! It's like in Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging. "What does it mean when he says 'See you later'? Does it mean 'See you later' or something else?"

Does shoulder-patting mean, "Good luck on the Stats AP tests that you are not actually taking but I am"?

Or, "I am patting your shoulder in a very friendly manner"?

Or, "My God, you're just skin and bones. Do you blow away in strong winds?"

Please, I hope not that. Mr Osing used to do that.

I feel like a fifth grader. Why am I JUST NOW discovering boys?!?!?!!? I'm nearly 18, for crying out sideways!

Not Quite Paradise
Bliss

To the path of least resistance
Into the great unknown
No directory assitance
Now you're on your own
But if you're looking for a new world
Just open up your eyes

Because it's not quite paradise
(It sure feels like home)
Not quite paradise
(We could learn to grow)
It'll be alright
Though it's not quite paradise

Tomorrow's an illusion
And yesterday's a dream
Today is a solution
But you gotta let her breath
And if you're looking for the answer
It's right before your eyes

Although it's not quite paradise
(It sure looks like one)
Not quite paradise
(We are not alone)
It'll be alright
No, it's not quite paradise

Somewhere from the edge of time
When the blowing winds make words don't rhyme
I'll call you up and say
We made it okay
And somewhere in the back of your mind
When you see your demons come to life
And the world just fades away
You'll know it's okay

It's gonna be okay

Okay...

Okay...

But it's not quite paradise
(But it sure feels like home)
Not quite paradise
(We can make this place our own)
Not quite paradise
(We can learn to grow)
Not quite paradise
(We don't have to be alone)
Not quite paradise
No No, No No, No No
Not quite paradise
(But it sure feels like home)

I've been in a weird mood lately. I go to bed thinking I should wake up a butterfly (as a butterfly, I mean. Not, like, depriving some random butterfly of sleep... DO butterflies sleep?).

I watched the early 90's Spiderman cartoon yesterday. I forgot how funny (and occaisonally extremely lame) it could be. Um... I came in right in the middle, so Spiderman and J Jonah Jamieson (JJ for short) were trapped in a nuclear facility with the Scorpion (I think that's his name; it's been a while) with meltdown imminent. Spidey says, "I bet we can (blah blah blah, sciencey stuff I can't remember) if we press that big red button. Trust me, it's always the big red button." And JJ was all, "WAIT! How do you know all that scientific stuff?!" Spiderman replies, "Come on. Who do you think I am, the Tick?"

Classic, just classic.

Anyway, JJ is forced to save Spiderman's life to preserve his own sorry skin, so now Spiderman thinks things will be different between them (quick back story for non-nerds: JJ's wife was killed by a masked man, so he hates all masked men, so he hates Spidey, so he's devoted his life to unmasking him and having him arrested. Whee!). JJ slaps away his handshake and yells, "Forget it! I won't rest until you've been unmasked and locked up!" Spiderman, somewhat hurt, points an accusing finger at JJ's face and says, "Oh yeah? Well, I'm not resting until you shave off that stupid mustache of yours! So we're even!"

I laughed for about 5 minutes straight after that, I kid you not.

I'm going to stop talking about Spidey now, cuz I can hear Mum rolling her eyes from here.

I'm missing an episode of Law & Order: Criminal Intent for you scrubs, I hope you realize. You had BETTER be grateful. You've just lucky two episodes come on tonight, or I'd never speak to you again. But you have to ignore the fact that I'm doing this willingly and that it can be done at any time, really.

I like hanging out with Andrew. We're like the Wonder Twins, only less wrong. Only when we went to Chili's, he wouldn't just let me eat queso dip, he made me order some real food. And then he took all my money. And he dropped me off at home again. He is the worst kidnapper ever. And I found out that the reason he couldn't back out of my driveway was not because he was laughing too hard, but because his car was in neutral and he didn't know it.

I am watching L&O:CI right now, and I've just realized that Vincent D'Onofrio is a ridiculously enormous man. He is taller and wider than everyone else on the show. But you don't really notice it because he's so...I don't know, soft spoken or something? He's like a head taller than everyone else. This is funny.

My God, he's like a brick wall in a suit. How did I not notice?

Christ, he's a tree with a TIE!

Ok, I'll let it go now

Anyway, he climbed up on a counter at a pharmacy and held a lighter up to the sprinkler system to test how it functioned. When the pharmacist yelled at him, his partner said, "Oh, don't worry. He does stuff like this all the time."

Good show.

I saw X2 with the gang yesterday, and it pretty much satisfied my need for drama. Only now I want to see it again. If only to see Logan and Scott sobbing like babies while holding one another again (this is not what it sounds like, but I can't explain more. Just because I want to envision your faces right now. Yup, there it is. Aaaah). '

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Yeah, today was most definitely the best day ever.*

*Please note that this is the biggest lie ever told in the history of humanity.

It really confuses me is that when I use Compuserve, the update site for my blogger looks different. For one thing, there are no italic, bold, and link buttons. It's annoying. And it's really slow.

But Daddy says we're getting DSL, so we'll see what I'll complain about then.

My live has taken on a very strange twist, so I think it would be appropriate to use a line from Scud: The Disposable Assassin:

Surreality just got funky.

Yeah, that works for me.

So I told Bob what a super-crap day I had, and he was really nice to me. It was pretty weird. I mean, Bob's never nice. He isn't always mean, but he doesn't make a habit of being nice. So it was an odd day at work. Although a nice brain-vacation, since I was moving out dead perennials, which requires no more thought than, "Is that brown or green?"

Tough stuff, that.

Um, lately I've been feeling all...well, it's hard to describe... you know I have a weird addiction to romance, right? Well, lately, I've been needing MORE than usual. Moreover, I'm really in the mood for something angsty, and since I can't STAND angst, I think it's something serious. I 'm trying to think of what I can watch that will meet these requirements but not be some surreal mind trip, too. Which pretty much rules out ALL anime (at least the ones I have immediate access to). I just want to experience some corny, gut-wrenching lovey-dovey, slightly depressing book or movie or something. I wonder what that reflects about my current mental state, if anything. You know, I should probably just watch a Disney movie. Those meet all the specified requirements and have the added bonus of a happy ending.

Yeah, so we were watching Kenneth Brannaugh's (spelling?) Hamlet lately in Humanities (this might actually have something to do with my current mood), and you know that at the end he dies, and these people are carrying his body out, and they're holding him up at his legs and his shoulders. His legs are together, but his arms are kind of flung out behind him. It's kind of like this completely random Christ imagery coming from nowhere. It really made me wonder.

Also, during the fencing thing between Hamlet and Laertes, they start out in full gear, but with each new match they take off more clothing until they're in their undershirts. Jeff Shapland asked what was up with that and I said, "Couldn't you tell? It's strip fencing." Which made him laugh. Wheee, I'm so witty.

Actually, now that I've read the play, that short version I saw on The Simpsons makes a lot more sense and is funnier. I especially like how they change Rosencrantz and Guildenstern's names into Rosencarl and Guildenlenny. And the line, "Oh, great, so now Hamlet's crazy. Well, no one out-crazies Ophelia."

I'm afraid that today I don't have another celebrity crush to confess. I feel like I should. I've developed one on almost one character in every movie and TV show I've seen recently. Sigh.

I've come to realize that there's a song for everything. There are a lot of songs I want to put up to reflect what I'm feeling....because you'd be amazed just how many songs there are available for that sort of thing. Today, I was thinking about weird songs, and I remembered one we heard in the background of a video we watched in US History last year. It was called "I'm In The Market For You" and it was a reflection of how big a part of people's lives the stock market was right before the Depression. It was really silly and cute. I don't remember how it goes, but the guy singing basically equates falling in love with the girl with buying stock. It's really random.

Christina Aguilera - Fighter (I'm a pop freak, what can I say?)

(spoken)
After all you put me though
You'd think I'd despise you
But in the end, I want to thank you
Cuz you made me that much stronger

Well, I thought I knew you
Thinking that you were true
I guess I, I couldn't trust
'Cause your bluff time is up
'Cause I've had enough
You were, there by my side
Always down for the ride
But your joy ride just came down in flames
'Cause your greed sold me out of shame, mmhmm

After all of the stealing and cheating
You probably think that I hold resentment for you
But, uh uh, oh no, you're wrong
'Cause if it wasn't for all that you tried to do
I wouldn't know just how capable I am to pull through
So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
It makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
Makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Never saw it coming
All of your backstabbing
Just so you could cash in
On a good thing before I realized your game
I heard you're going around
Playing the victim now
But don't even begin
Feeling I'm the one to blame
'Cause you dug your own grave, uh huh

After all of the fights and the lies
Yes you wanted to harm me but that won't work anymore
Uh, no more, oh no, it's over
'Cause if it wasn't for all of your torture
I wouldn't know how to be this way now, and never back down
So I wanna say thank you

'Cause it makes me that much stronger
Makes me work a little bit harder
Makes me that much wiser
So thanks for making me a fighter
Made me learn a little bit faster
Made my skin a little bit thicker
It makes me that much smarter
So thanks for making me a fighter

Oh, by the way, I have a new band I'm going to investigate-- Texas. I've heard two of their songs, and they seem pretty cool. I'll let you know the verdict later. And the new Billy Chaka book arrives tomorrow. YAY!

Current heart throb: Vincent D'Onofrio (kindly ignore the fact that this man is old enough to be my father)

Now, I knew him as the guy from Law & Order: Criminal Intent (he's always just "the guy" because no one EVER uses anyone else's name in that thing). However, I was trying to explain my little crush to JJ, and she said, "Wait, the bug guy from Men In Black?" At first I was like, "Um, no!" But then I thought about it, and sure enough, he is the giant cockroach wandering around in a rotting-corpse-suit. I'm currently looking at his filmography, and while I never thought I'd say it, I might have to watch Adventures in Babysitting again (that is the one where she goes down to the city with the kids and the guy that comes with has to get stitches in his toe when someone drops a knife in his shoe, right? I haven't seen that movie since I was about...uh... since I was very little. I don't remember much). I can also see that he played some private in Full Metal Jacket. Um... I've never seen it. It says he was Private Pyle. Is he the one who went crazy? I remember Weston trying to explain it to me, but I had about as much interest in it as I have in any war movie (i.e. none). I won't see it now, either. I learned my lesson with Blackhawk Down (I'm looking at you, Chris). Hmm...he was also in Mystic Pizza (also unseen by me...). Although I haven't heard of many of his more recent movies.

You must be wondering what he looks like. Well, not really, but here are two pictures of him that I like:

Saucy.

Stare.

I mean, look at him. He always looks really tired, or like he needs a hug. How could you not love that? Admittedly, however, I watch A LOT of L&O:CI, so it may just be that I've fallen in love with his character. Or, as Chris put it, his character's mind. He's really manipulative and weird. I love it. He also likes to get information from people in stores and things by pretending he and his partner are a couple. I mean, they do it a lot, and 9 times out of 10, it's his idea. I don't think his partner thinks it's funny (but I sure do).

They (show writers) sometimes try and tell you a little bit about the characters' backgrounds, and apparently his mom's been in a mental institution since he was seven or something. So he's good looking (according to me), cool, and he's got issues. Don't ask. I really have no idea why (fictional) people with emotional baggage appeal to me so much. At least I'm not alone. I'm starting to think the only reason Nik, Chris, and I read Mars is in the constant hope that we'll see Rei crying.

How horrible. But strangely alluring.

Right, so yesterday I went to see Holes (oh, Shia, one day you will love me), saw a preview for Pirates of the Carribean (oh, Orlando, one day you will love me), and worshipped the X-Men 2 posters (oh, Hugh, one day you will love me). But that's not important (ok, the movies aren't important, but my little crushes are).

The POINT is that afterwards we went to B&N, and I found a book that I want desperately: The Ultimate Unofficial Guide to the Mysteries of Harry Potter. Yeah, I realize the title is a little..... ANYWAY, someone would have to be blind AND extremely...uh... not as obsessed with this stuff as I am...er... let's just stick with blind. Someone would have to be blind not to pick up on the references to classic literature, mythology, and (to a much lesser extent) numerology. But until I started looking through this book, I had no idea how much I was missing. Even if only half of it is intentionally put there (as opposed to reading way too much into anything), it's still TONS of stuff. Like Voldemort's name. I knew it breaks down into Vol De Mort, which is French for "flight from death" (although, interestingly, the verb voler can mean "to steal" as well...). But what I didn't know was that a common name for feudal-era Danish kings was "Valdemar" (or something like that.. I don't remember exactly), which is a cool historical reference. And Hedwig, Harry's owl, was named after a saint who supposedly was the guardian of orphans. Isn't that cool?

I'm not the biggest dork ever, what are you talking about?

Anyway, even though I had the money, I didn't buy it because I'm trying to develop some self-restraint when it comes to books. Yesterday I bought Red Unicorn by Tanith Lee, and today I realized it was number three in a series. You know what my first thought was? Not, "I'd better take this back, then." No, it was "I wonder how soon I can get to the book store and track down the other two?"

So I need some control.

Anyway, the degree to which I am emotionally involved in the HP books is crazy-ridiculous. I probably need professional help. But then, so does half the world when it comes to those bad boys. But still, I go into a complete catharsis whenever I read HP and the Goblet of Fire, and I've read it about five times. I'm starting to think I've developed a kind of emotional dependence on these books. It's kind of scary.

Here are some funny song lyrics that I'm not entirely sure are supposed to be funny:

The Stupid Things - Thicke

Just charge it to my account
I hope I haven't gone over my limit
With interest rates so swift
No need to scream and shout
No doubt women are from Venus now
I'll get to you somehow

All I wanna do is please you
Please myself by living my life too
And all the stupid things I do
Have absolutely no reflection on how I feel about you

Oh, yes, I recall
Skipping on breakfast to play basketball
Then feeling two feet small
Sometimes you read like William Shakes
Your scent is sweet like Betty Crocker bakes
I'd love to have your cake and eat it too

All I wanna do is please you
Please myself by living my life too
And all the stupid things I do
Have absolutely no reflection on how I feel about you

The funny thing is that this is set to a really slow, beautiful piano song. Hee hee.

Hey, I found a new toy. NationStates lets you make up and run (or destroy from within) your own country. Yay! Mine is The Rogue Nation of Seven Stars (don't ask why, because I don't know). Go check it out. I haven't completely decimated it yet; you should be proud. Although I have just approved a plan to put security cameras in major public places (have I destroyed their right to privacy? Oh well). Go make your own and we can all giggle over them. Go on now.

I babysat Kevan Wednesday and Thursday. Took him to his French Class again. It was the easiest 75 bucks I ever made (that's for both days, by the way...they pay me well but not that well). Goodness, but I do love that boy. Not that you hear it every 30 seconds from me, or anything.

Yesterday I rode my bike to work, and as I was riding out of the driveway-thing, a lady pulled in. Only she pulled into the bikepath. The funny thing is that she kept driving for a couple yards before she was parallel to the building instead of getting closer to it. Since she was driving a Jeep the size of a small European nation, I had to go onto the grass and go around her. Grrr...

Then Andrew came by and kidnapped me for the third time this week, and we bought some really nasty "Tropical Sprite Remix," which is Sprite with some new ingredients that make it taste like fruity CRAP. The thing is, I think the makers knew this and threw in an addictive ingredient as well, because even though we both thought it tasted awful, Andrew and I could NOT stop drinking it. 'Twas strange. Then we (read as: I) bought a little bitty three dollar cup of Dippin' Dots, ate it in about .5 seconds, and chewed on our respective spoons on the drive home. When he dropped me off, I waved and the spoon went flying out of my hand and he couldn't back out of our driveway, he was laughing so hard. It was very funny to us, but when I tried explaining the hilarity to my mum, she just gave me a funny look.

Today I cleaned out our bathroom closet, and it was by far one of the most foul procedures of my life. I don't even know where we got half that stuff. Athlete's foot treatment? None of us are athletes! About a thousand remnants from various relaxers and hair dyes. Flea and Tick Powder? What?!?!? Something orange and gooey that I wouldn't touch even if paid in large sums of cash in small, nonconsecutive bills. But now it doesn't look so icky, so I made mum stand and stare into it and WORSHIP it. It was just that good.

Whenever I try to explain the beautiful work of genius that is Sealab 2021 to other people, they have no idea what I'm talking about. I tried to tell Sammi how funny it is, but she seemed to think it was a "you had to be there" sort of thing. Which it is. It's also very funny late at night and less so once you're no longer sleep-deprived. But I still love it.

Oh, I've created another nation (although this one seems to be in a worse condition). I have no idea. I just like running other (imaginary) people's lives. Call it a character flaw. Here it is. I've just forbidden a Nazi Sympathizer Rally. Go me.

Criminal, Fiona Apple

I've been a bad, bad girl
I've been careless with a delicate man
And it's a sad, sad world
When a girl will break a boy
Just because she can

Don't you tell me to deny it
I've done wrong and I wanna suffer for my sins
I've come to you cause I need guidance to be true
And I just don't know where I can begin

What I need is a good defense
Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Heaven help me for the way I am
Save me from these evil deeds before I get them done
I know tomorrow brings the consequence at hand
But I keep livin' this day
Like the next will never come

Oh help me, but don't tell me to deny it
I've got to cleanse myself
Of all these thoughts til I'm good enough for him
I've got a lot to lose
And I'm bettin' high so I'm beggin' you
Before it ends
Just tell me where I begin

What I need is a good defense
Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Let me know the way
Before there's hell to pay
Give me room to lay the law and let me go
I've got to make a play
To make my lover stay
So what would an angel say
The devil wants to know

What I need is a good defense
Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

Just some song lyrics today, because I feel like it. I was going to put down the words to Mouth, but they don't make any sense. Well, alright. Since you insist.

you gave me this, made me give, your silver grin, still sticking it in
you have soul machine, soul machine
the longest kiss, feeling furniture days
drift madly to you, pollute my heart, drain
you have broken me, broken me
all your mental armor drags me down, nothing hurts like your mouth

your loaded smiles and pretty just desserts
wish it all for you, so much it never hurts
you have soul machine, stolen me
all your mental armor drags me down
we can't breathe when you come around
all your mental armor drags me down nothing hurts like your mouth
mouth mouth your mouth mouth mouthyour mouth mouth mouth

we've been missing long before, never found our way home
we've been missing long before, where we'll find our way

you gave me this, made me give, you have soul machine broken free
all your mental armor drags me down we can't breathe when you come around
all your mental armor drags me down nothing hurts like your mouth
mouth mouth your mouth mouth mouth your mouth mouth mouth
all your mental armor all your mental armor and your mouth mouth

Don't say I didn't warn you. It's an incredibly intense song, anyway. I love the ones with a lot of feeling behind them, no matter what the feeling is (except for anger and any variants thereof. I can't stand the angry ones, for some reason). As long as the singer is really pouring himself or herself into the song, I usually love it. That's why I like Destiny's Child so much. Beyonce can really belt those things out. It's pretty amazing.

Oh, by the way, Mr Kash had his kid. He named it Casimir. You can't come up with this stuff. Life is the best plot line ever.

I bought this really cool book on Saturday: Shelf Space: Modern Package Design 1945-1965. It has all these old um...packages in it. I don't know. I just really love looking at old ads and things because they seem so ridiculous. The book even mentions one of the things that always puzzled me: the 50s housewife with the brand new appliance/mop/detergent or whatever, looking at the thing like it's her own personal Jesus:
"Sometimes women were posed, looking in adoring wonder beside an appliance...you needed your new freezer so that you, too, could be algow and seeing stars of satisfaction."

Hilarious. You can find more old ads here. While you're at it, check out the rest of Lileks.com. It's quite amusing.

Hm... I think I'm going to try writing a poem about lip gloss. I'll let you know how it comes out.