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I just watched the coolest movie ever! It was by Charlie Kaufman, the only guy who gets credit for writing screenplays because they're fucked up. This one happened to be good though... Jim Carrey, and he wasn't a comedian... called Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Jim Carrey not as a comedian... doesn't that sound terrible? I only watched it becaust Kim told me it was her favorite... but yeah, its great... in a very roundabout way, it shows how relationships suck and they eventually end. Kim Carrey... fuck I mean Jim... realizes that his girlfriend erased her memories of him... and he's like... fuck! And gets the procedure done too, but realizes halfway through, as he goes through memories of them, that he doesn't want them erased... and finally at the end they both realize that they erased each other's memories, and they don't know each other, but they have each other taped talking about what they hate about each other, and they're like, whoa, that really sucks. No wonder we erased each other.. and they're like... well, this isn't going to work. And then they both just say... "Okay."
Thats the only open ended ending I've liked... but I'm surrounded by fruit flies (in other words... gnats) and I kill like dozens a day, literally and there is always one in my face because I think they're attracted to my exhaling gasses for some reason, so they're always flying right up my fucking nose and its terrible.
Whats weird, is this one of those movies that I wish I had written. In fact, I had the very idea for it and its in my story but... I didn't get it this good. They did it right! Yay! I love it when they get my ideas right. So, just another one of my ideas are going to be considered plagairism. But I don't mind because it was fucking brilliant.
I'm listening to a song by Modest Mouse that is talking about God and asks... "Well who would wanna be such a control freak?" And its a good question because in my story, the character eventually gets unlimited power, and has control almost like God, and he realizes he just fucks things up. Is my character a control freak? Perhaps... I don't know, I used to think he's me, but he's not, not till the very ending, then he is me, after he has gone through everything, even though I haven't gone through anything. And I thought oh well this is all just a weird surroundings to be in but now I'm wondering if he really wakes up in a kind of heaven, and if the whole story is metaphorical for religion and life... but that sounds like a FUCK I just slapped my face because a gnat was headed for my nose... owww... why I don't I close my door so they stop coming in my room? Fucking fruit flies I hate them so... they breed in my mom's pots in the soil and she refuses to take them out and just bitches about them like I do. Its stupid.
Ever go to church? I find it necessary to entertain myself there, to distract myself, and the best way is music... so while sitting in church it was more like I was putting on a concert at a friend's house on the fourth of july and playing all these songs and everyone was like, thats cool. I think most people have sexual fantasies in church because thats the one thing you aren't supposed to do, but I came to grips with being in a "holy" place that its the same except for what people expect of you so now I don't care... fuck what people think. I'll act the same way where ever I go. Or I'll act the opposite... who cares? But these flies need to stop dying... I keep killing them and its like they ressurrect, one at a time, slap, death, another one. If I were God and these were people I would just blow up the world. And thats why I'm not God, get it? Because if I were, things would be fucked up. And thats my whole point of the story, the world isn't fucked up. The world is perfect. Its ex FUCK YOU GNAT actly the way it should be, anything different would fuck it up. Oh, you're upset about your friends being bitches? Its okay. Everything is good. Even if it doesn't all lead to happiness, so what? We have forever to be happy. Enjoy your pain, becaause it won't always be there.
This song is one of my favorites... and I have over 400 favorites, mind you. Its the end of Vanilla Sky... trippy ass movie no one liked besides me, where Tom Cruise realizes that his whole world has been a dream... and he turns to the girl he loves and says "Look at us. You're dead, and I'm frozen. And I love you." And his deformed face from when Cameran Diaz killed herself with him in the car becomes normal, because he realizes its all in his mind, and he kisses her and says "I'll see you in another life, when we're both cats," and he realizes that the girl doesn't fucking exist, and its the saddest thing ever... its like, if I realized that all my friends were only based on people and I had been creating them, I would fucking cry because I love them so much... and without them everything would be pointless. So he jumps off the high building, hoping he'll wake up from his dream... this song fucking rules.
A while ago I said I'd dedicate an entry to each friend, and then I instantly forgot that I was doing so... and well, this one goes to Shayna.
I don't really know Shayna. I think I've met her three times in my life. The first time, I picked up her and her friend in Healdsburg with Phil and she went through my CD case saying "crap, crap." And I agreed, most of my CDs were the ones my brother burned for the canadian but took back and I threw in the CD case because I like free shit. Only thing was, most of the CDs she said were crap were the ones I liked. But thats okay, we both love AFI so we settled on that. And no one likes AFI, so thats no small thing. We drove to Carl's, and she fucking threw out a 32 ounce cup of soda of my window. Now, I'm against littering and all, I've done my share of picking up other people's shit and its like YOU FUCKING RETARDS! TRASH CANS ARE NOT ENDANGERED! HOLD ONTO YOUR FUCKING TRASH ONE MORE BLOCK TO CARL'S! But then again I hate it when people leave their shit in my car... its so disrespectful. A car is like someone's room... you don't walk into your friend's room and leave your shit everywhere. If you did, they'd yell at you. Same with a car... take your fucking trash! And yeah, I guess I'd prefer people throwing their non biodegradable shit out my car than leaving it in there for other people to say "Eww, man, you need to clean out your car..." Hey, I'm not the fucker stuck in the backseat. Trash it as you please, don't blame. me.
But Shayna fucking threw out her 32 ounce bottle at a stoplight when the light was RED. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS GIRL? You do not litter at a stoplight! Surrounded by cars! At least check to make sure there isn't a cop parked behind you... motherfucking brilliant...
So we drop by Carl's, and I meet Midori without realizing it. We go back to Jeff's and he is like wheres my burger? And I'm like fuck I wish I had got him one cause he deserves it more than anyone, working on the trailer all day. We decide to watch a movie and Shayna says "Fight Club!" and I'm like... okay, the litering is completely forgotten, thats the coolest girl ever that likes Fight Club... it is my favorite movie, after all. So we watch it, the five of us on Phil's small futon and we all get comfortable and I have an arm around Shayna and my head rests on her comfy chest and I'm like... yay for Fight Club! It was great.
Next time I see her, we go to her house. I eat all her pizza, we go swimming, she claims I mollested her though I don't remember doing so (what a waste!) and we watched, yeah, FIGHT CLUB! WOO! Again... its such a great movie. I don't care, I've seen it fifty times already... its the most re-watchable movie ever. Next time I see her, we go to the beach, its the best time at the beach cause we have a picnic and seagulls attack us Shayna almost pukes cause I drive fast around the corners and when we're back at Jeff's trailer, we watch Jeff and Midori play Mario Cart, with Midori drinking an entire gallon of orange juice mixed with vocka and hicupping everywhere. Shayna lays next to me on Phil's futon, and I put an arm around her, and we don't say anything... its like the best moment ever.
I haven't seen here since then, probably a month ago, but we talk all the time, and she's exactly who I thought she was, she is awesome... she should get an award for life but the catagory would be "Most Shayna-like" and her speech would be goofy and over the top and they'd cut her off less than a quarter through it for commercials. But it'd be a great fucking speech.
If Shayna were a song, what would she be? She'd be "No Woman No Cry" by Bob Marley. Of course you know it, Bob rocks. She's chill but mysterious, like she's got something going on because every story she tells is fucking cool. Most of all, she's just got a great vibe. Every time you hear it, your heart beats differently, and you stop whatever you are doing and thinking, and try to place where the song takes you, and you don't have a specific memory, you don't care, you just realize, this is it... this is where I want to be. Its everything.
Thats the only open ended ending I've liked... but I'm surrounded by fruit flies (in other words... gnats) and I kill like dozens a day, literally and there is always one in my face because I think they're attracted to my exhaling gasses for some reason, so they're always flying right up my fucking nose and its terrible.
Whats weird, is this one of those movies that I wish I had written. In fact, I had the very idea for it and its in my story but... I didn't get it this good. They did it right! Yay! I love it when they get my ideas right. So, just another one of my ideas are going to be considered plagairism. But I don't mind because it was fucking brilliant.
I'm listening to a song by Modest Mouse that is talking about God and asks... "Well who would wanna be such a control freak?" And its a good question because in my story, the character eventually gets unlimited power, and has control almost like God, and he realizes he just fucks things up. Is my character a control freak? Perhaps... I don't know, I used to think he's me, but he's not, not till the very ending, then he is me, after he has gone through everything, even though I haven't gone through anything. And I thought oh well this is all just a weird surroundings to be in but now I'm wondering if he really wakes up in a kind of heaven, and if the whole story is metaphorical for religion and life... but that sounds like a FUCK I just slapped my face because a gnat was headed for my nose... owww... why I don't I close my door so they stop coming in my room? Fucking fruit flies I hate them so... they breed in my mom's pots in the soil and she refuses to take them out and just bitches about them like I do. Its stupid.
Ever go to church? I find it necessary to entertain myself there, to distract myself, and the best way is music... so while sitting in church it was more like I was putting on a concert at a friend's house on the fourth of july and playing all these songs and everyone was like, thats cool. I think most people have sexual fantasies in church because thats the one thing you aren't supposed to do, but I came to grips with being in a "holy" place that its the same except for what people expect of you so now I don't care... fuck what people think. I'll act the same way where ever I go. Or I'll act the opposite... who cares? But these flies need to stop dying... I keep killing them and its like they ressurrect, one at a time, slap, death, another one. If I were God and these were people I would just blow up the world. And thats why I'm not God, get it? Because if I were, things would be fucked up. And thats my whole point of the story, the world isn't fucked up. The world is perfect. Its ex FUCK YOU GNAT actly the way it should be, anything different would fuck it up. Oh, you're upset about your friends being bitches? Its okay. Everything is good. Even if it doesn't all lead to happiness, so what? We have forever to be happy. Enjoy your pain, becaause it won't always be there.
This song is one of my favorites... and I have over 400 favorites, mind you. Its the end of Vanilla Sky... trippy ass movie no one liked besides me, where Tom Cruise realizes that his whole world has been a dream... and he turns to the girl he loves and says "Look at us. You're dead, and I'm frozen. And I love you." And his deformed face from when Cameran Diaz killed herself with him in the car becomes normal, because he realizes its all in his mind, and he kisses her and says "I'll see you in another life, when we're both cats," and he realizes that the girl doesn't fucking exist, and its the saddest thing ever... its like, if I realized that all my friends were only based on people and I had been creating them, I would fucking cry because I love them so much... and without them everything would be pointless. So he jumps off the high building, hoping he'll wake up from his dream... this song fucking rules.
A while ago I said I'd dedicate an entry to each friend, and then I instantly forgot that I was doing so... and well, this one goes to Shayna.
I don't really know Shayna. I think I've met her three times in my life. The first time, I picked up her and her friend in Healdsburg with Phil and she went through my CD case saying "crap, crap." And I agreed, most of my CDs were the ones my brother burned for the canadian but took back and I threw in the CD case because I like free shit. Only thing was, most of the CDs she said were crap were the ones I liked. But thats okay, we both love AFI so we settled on that. And no one likes AFI, so thats no small thing. We drove to Carl's, and she fucking threw out a 32 ounce cup of soda of my window. Now, I'm against littering and all, I've done my share of picking up other people's shit and its like YOU FUCKING RETARDS! TRASH CANS ARE NOT ENDANGERED! HOLD ONTO YOUR FUCKING TRASH ONE MORE BLOCK TO CARL'S! But then again I hate it when people leave their shit in my car... its so disrespectful. A car is like someone's room... you don't walk into your friend's room and leave your shit everywhere. If you did, they'd yell at you. Same with a car... take your fucking trash! And yeah, I guess I'd prefer people throwing their non biodegradable shit out my car than leaving it in there for other people to say "Eww, man, you need to clean out your car..." Hey, I'm not the fucker stuck in the backseat. Trash it as you please, don't blame. me.
But Shayna fucking threw out her 32 ounce bottle at a stoplight when the light was RED. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS GIRL? You do not litter at a stoplight! Surrounded by cars! At least check to make sure there isn't a cop parked behind you... motherfucking brilliant...
So we drop by Carl's, and I meet Midori without realizing it. We go back to Jeff's and he is like wheres my burger? And I'm like fuck I wish I had got him one cause he deserves it more than anyone, working on the trailer all day. We decide to watch a movie and Shayna says "Fight Club!" and I'm like... okay, the litering is completely forgotten, thats the coolest girl ever that likes Fight Club... it is my favorite movie, after all. So we watch it, the five of us on Phil's small futon and we all get comfortable and I have an arm around Shayna and my head rests on her comfy chest and I'm like... yay for Fight Club! It was great.
Next time I see her, we go to her house. I eat all her pizza, we go swimming, she claims I mollested her though I don't remember doing so (what a waste!) and we watched, yeah, FIGHT CLUB! WOO! Again... its such a great movie. I don't care, I've seen it fifty times already... its the most re-watchable movie ever. Next time I see her, we go to the beach, its the best time at the beach cause we have a picnic and seagulls attack us Shayna almost pukes cause I drive fast around the corners and when we're back at Jeff's trailer, we watch Jeff and Midori play Mario Cart, with Midori drinking an entire gallon of orange juice mixed with vocka and hicupping everywhere. Shayna lays next to me on Phil's futon, and I put an arm around her, and we don't say anything... its like the best moment ever.
I haven't seen here since then, probably a month ago, but we talk all the time, and she's exactly who I thought she was, she is awesome... she should get an award for life but the catagory would be "Most Shayna-like" and her speech would be goofy and over the top and they'd cut her off less than a quarter through it for commercials. But it'd be a great fucking speech.
If Shayna were a song, what would she be? She'd be "No Woman No Cry" by Bob Marley. Of course you know it, Bob rocks. She's chill but mysterious, like she's got something going on because every story she tells is fucking cool. Most of all, she's just got a great vibe. Every time you hear it, your heart beats differently, and you stop whatever you are doing and thinking, and try to place where the song takes you, and you don't have a specific memory, you don't care, you just realize, this is it... this is where I want to be. Its everything.