Only TEN days...
Wow, only TEN days left of the filth that is high school. Good Riddance. Fuck all but few. HAHA. That's as far as I'm going to go on that topic. Nothing further.
What have I been up to lately? Let's see, besides literally not counting down the days until graduation, not much. I think I've played more HALO over the last few weeks than I've played since the fucker came out. The weird thing is, I don't even own an XBOX. HALO Parties are truly the greatest. What other event can you beat the shit out of your friends, never leave the couch, nor the privacy of your own home, get completely shit-faced, and eat Dorito's until you practically explode? NONE. HALO brings people together to kill other people.
Last weekend was Prom, which also means one thing: Parties. Of course, I played Halo after Prom, because I find that a hell of a lot more fun than paying money to go to some random douche's camp and sleep in sand. I rather enjoy the comfort of my bed and my own alcohol, thanks, but no thanks. The actual dance was fun for about the hour that we attended it. The choices for King and Queen were quite obvious if I do say so myself. My choices were not picked. No suprise.
I happened to pick up the new Mudvayne CD the other day. I must say, "Lost and Found" is not as hardcore as I was anticipating. The loudest songs on it are probably "Happy" or "Determined." All in all, it's a decent CD, but it lacks the violence that we've all heard on previous albums. A few of the songs have a "World So Cold" feel to them, but I found a really cool quote on one of the songs that really stuck with me. "I never found rhythm for life's harmony." That's a pretty cool lyric if I do say so myself. I know I promised that I'd never endorse something on my journal, but this album isn't getting much attention. B+
Now that we're reacquainted, let's get serious.
I recently bought a movie called "What Dreams May Come" with Robin Williams and Cuba Gooding Jr. It's a really interesting, and thought-provoking movie, so I strongly suggest that everyone watch it. Anyway, in the movie, Robin Williams dies, and he cycles through life and death. Easy summary, I know. Moving on, after his death, he goes to "his heaven" which is made up of all of the paintings that his wife has created since he loved them so much. Well, that got me thinking. Not to sound like a complete insensitive dick, but I happen to like violence, anger, and raw emotion. Does that mean that MY heaven will be like some Grand Theft Auto game? Think about it. If all of the things that you enjoy were recreated for you in your own personal heaven, what would it be like? Would it be happy, lovely, and pleasant field, or some concrete jungle, where people are dismembered and obliterated just for the sake of enjoyment. For the record, the latter of those two visions is not mine own. Neither is the first one. I can't begin to imagine what my heaven would look like, assuming of course that I do go to Heaven. Not to sound pessimistic, but I'm not the happy, cheery guy all the time. I think about things that would send some into a state of retardation. Getting back on track, as far as setting goes for my Heaven, there would be none. My Heaven would be a bundle of nothingness; just space. I would float around and do pretty much whatever my soul desires. I do have one clause in this magnificent plan: I want to be able to toy with the living. Not a ghost or any other Universal Pictures Monster, but more of a spirit. Sort of like the one flash of light that always seems to fuck up a good picture. Or maybe that one flat tire that always seems to happen at the worst moment. It's sort-of mean, but I think it would be hilarious.
I'm going watch Pulp Fiction, so I'll respond again later. Good night all.
What have I been up to lately? Let's see, besides literally not counting down the days until graduation, not much. I think I've played more HALO over the last few weeks than I've played since the fucker came out. The weird thing is, I don't even own an XBOX. HALO Parties are truly the greatest. What other event can you beat the shit out of your friends, never leave the couch, nor the privacy of your own home, get completely shit-faced, and eat Dorito's until you practically explode? NONE. HALO brings people together to kill other people.
Last weekend was Prom, which also means one thing: Parties. Of course, I played Halo after Prom, because I find that a hell of a lot more fun than paying money to go to some random douche's camp and sleep in sand. I rather enjoy the comfort of my bed and my own alcohol, thanks, but no thanks. The actual dance was fun for about the hour that we attended it. The choices for King and Queen were quite obvious if I do say so myself. My choices were not picked. No suprise.
I happened to pick up the new Mudvayne CD the other day. I must say, "Lost and Found" is not as hardcore as I was anticipating. The loudest songs on it are probably "Happy" or "Determined." All in all, it's a decent CD, but it lacks the violence that we've all heard on previous albums. A few of the songs have a "World So Cold" feel to them, but I found a really cool quote on one of the songs that really stuck with me. "I never found rhythm for life's harmony." That's a pretty cool lyric if I do say so myself. I know I promised that I'd never endorse something on my journal, but this album isn't getting much attention. B+
Now that we're reacquainted, let's get serious.
I recently bought a movie called "What Dreams May Come" with Robin Williams and Cuba Gooding Jr. It's a really interesting, and thought-provoking movie, so I strongly suggest that everyone watch it. Anyway, in the movie, Robin Williams dies, and he cycles through life and death. Easy summary, I know. Moving on, after his death, he goes to "his heaven" which is made up of all of the paintings that his wife has created since he loved them so much. Well, that got me thinking. Not to sound like a complete insensitive dick, but I happen to like violence, anger, and raw emotion. Does that mean that MY heaven will be like some Grand Theft Auto game? Think about it. If all of the things that you enjoy were recreated for you in your own personal heaven, what would it be like? Would it be happy, lovely, and pleasant field, or some concrete jungle, where people are dismembered and obliterated just for the sake of enjoyment. For the record, the latter of those two visions is not mine own. Neither is the first one. I can't begin to imagine what my heaven would look like, assuming of course that I do go to Heaven. Not to sound pessimistic, but I'm not the happy, cheery guy all the time. I think about things that would send some into a state of retardation. Getting back on track, as far as setting goes for my Heaven, there would be none. My Heaven would be a bundle of nothingness; just space. I would float around and do pretty much whatever my soul desires. I do have one clause in this magnificent plan: I want to be able to toy with the living. Not a ghost or any other Universal Pictures Monster, but more of a spirit. Sort of like the one flash of light that always seems to fuck up a good picture. Or maybe that one flat tire that always seems to happen at the worst moment. It's sort-of mean, but I think it would be hilarious.
I'm going watch Pulp Fiction, so I'll respond again later. Good night all.