I'd love to trade lives with my cat, Japhy
I'm so drained. I don't know what's going on but I'm too tired to care at the same time. All yesterday, everytime I stood up I got a little dizzy. I kept having trouble looking down to put my slippers on. Actually, it was like being drunk. I was emotional, I was dropping things, I stood outside in the rain for an hour.
Actually did do that. It was stormy outside last night and it hadn't rained in what seemed like f.o.r.e.v.e.r. Of course it couldn't have waited or anything. It had to start during the last half hour of The Shawshank Redemption of course. That was terrible. My desire to go outside and play in the rain was struggling against my need too watch Tim Robbins outsmart the system and escape from prison. Agh, I can't begin to explain how glued to that movie I can be. Also, Morgan Freeman makes me want to give him a hug. I think if I can ever lucid dream, I'll dream about mackin it with Tim Robbins though.
I have an unhealthy attraction to Tim Robbins and all the characters he chooses.
This is much unlike my high school infatuation/hatred for Liza Minnelli....ehh, I was also infatuated with Michael York and Joel Grey..... uh huh, I guess it was just the movie [Cabaret] I was attracted to.
Hahah I remember one of my English teachers in high school thinking I was a prodigy for actually having watched and obtained a copy of that movie without it being forced on me. Yah...he had little faith in the student body to begin with though.
I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that they remade The Manchurian Candidate.
Anyway, after the movie last night, I got a couple of bowls and put them outside to collect the rainwater {{for henna mixes, hair care, and soap ingredients}} and I decided to just sit outside. There was thunder and lightning. I love lightning, because when it's stormy and dark outside, the lightnin shows you, for a quarter of a second, what it might look like if it was day and not night. Hah, it's like a peek or something at the opposite of what is. I always wished it would have been possible for the exact opposite to happen though... like in the middle of the day, all of a sudden there’s a crack and then it's dark for a second.
I sat outside on the steps. I was there for a while. It wasn't cold or anything. It was a little chilly after I was completely soaked. Rainwater feels softer than what comes through the faucet in your house. It reminded me a lot of Trinidad, because in my grandmother's house, the plumbing is hooked up to a tank that collects rainwater. Every time I go home, my hair is awesome and my skin is softer.
Of course that thought dragged me through a tangent about what’s happening at the old house in Trinidad. Agh, rather not go into that now.
I collected about three liters of water yesterday. It started to pour, and I gathered it like there would never be rain ever again. Ever. Yeah. Some of it will get frozen, and most of it will get throw out I guess.
Jim Gaffigan is hot….in that kind of ugly but extremely funny sort of way.
Last night, Jon designed a computer for me because he’s swell. He said it was pretty “bad ass” or something. Any computer Jon is excited about is probably pretty hot. It comes to about $700-800 {{yowsa}}. I’m just a little nervous about Jon not being here for me to cry to when I fuck it up, because I fear I will.
I dunno, I’ll let him know by tomorrow I guess. Or the next time we hang out, I’ll tell him to dye his hair blonde and dress up like the pothead Dell kid and pitch it to me. Yeah, maybe that’ll work.
:)
Right near the end of our conversation, I started to feel really dizzy again and I had to get offline.
I got to thinking, what have I been eating? Maybe I’m not getting enough vitamins. Then I thought… I’ve been eating healthier than I can remember in the past few days. I’ve had tons and tons and tons and tons of fruits and lots of vegetables. I mean come on, I’ve even been eating sprouts…you can’t get more ridiculously health-nut than that. Fat free desserts, vegetable this, high-fiber that…tofu, green tea, organic fruits. I’ve been eating like a friggin hippie douche.
Soooo… I’m guessing there’s something else wrong.
Let’s just pretend there isn’t. Usually that makes things go away.
I talked to Lech yesterday. We talked on the phone for a while. Not hours or anything, just longer than I expected. I called him to remind him to pay tuition before the deadline {{yesterday}} and we got to talking about a few things. He told me his dad went to see Fahrenheit 9/11. He said his dad hated it and is not the biggest bush supporter ever.
He was kidding. But I was so afraid of his dad when he told me that. You don’t understand…unless you know Lech’s intimidatingly intimidating father. Lech’s dad + Bush *fanatic* = someone who cares me.
Actually, Lech’s dad said he walked out of the theater onto 96th Street in Stone Harbor {{aka the sea of tourist assholes}} and thought about the point made in the movie about the youth in poor areas going off to war, while douche bags in Stone Harbor pay $1500 per week in rent alone.
Lech also told me he’s feeling ill again. His sick voice is adorable. Seriously, he regresses to about a seven or eight year old when he’s sick, and though it’s sad, I can’t help but make the puppy noise.
Agh, something’s wrong with my computer. Done this.
Actually did do that. It was stormy outside last night and it hadn't rained in what seemed like f.o.r.e.v.e.r. Of course it couldn't have waited or anything. It had to start during the last half hour of The Shawshank Redemption of course. That was terrible. My desire to go outside and play in the rain was struggling against my need too watch Tim Robbins outsmart the system and escape from prison. Agh, I can't begin to explain how glued to that movie I can be. Also, Morgan Freeman makes me want to give him a hug. I think if I can ever lucid dream, I'll dream about mackin it with Tim Robbins though.
I have an unhealthy attraction to Tim Robbins and all the characters he chooses.
This is much unlike my high school infatuation/hatred for Liza Minnelli....ehh, I was also infatuated with Michael York and Joel Grey..... uh huh, I guess it was just the movie [Cabaret] I was attracted to.
Hahah I remember one of my English teachers in high school thinking I was a prodigy for actually having watched and obtained a copy of that movie without it being forced on me. Yah...he had little faith in the student body to begin with though.
I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that they remade The Manchurian Candidate.
Anyway, after the movie last night, I got a couple of bowls and put them outside to collect the rainwater {{for henna mixes, hair care, and soap ingredients}} and I decided to just sit outside. There was thunder and lightning. I love lightning, because when it's stormy and dark outside, the lightnin shows you, for a quarter of a second, what it might look like if it was day and not night. Hah, it's like a peek or something at the opposite of what is. I always wished it would have been possible for the exact opposite to happen though... like in the middle of the day, all of a sudden there’s a crack and then it's dark for a second.
I sat outside on the steps. I was there for a while. It wasn't cold or anything. It was a little chilly after I was completely soaked. Rainwater feels softer than what comes through the faucet in your house. It reminded me a lot of Trinidad, because in my grandmother's house, the plumbing is hooked up to a tank that collects rainwater. Every time I go home, my hair is awesome and my skin is softer.
Of course that thought dragged me through a tangent about what’s happening at the old house in Trinidad. Agh, rather not go into that now.
I collected about three liters of water yesterday. It started to pour, and I gathered it like there would never be rain ever again. Ever. Yeah. Some of it will get frozen, and most of it will get throw out I guess.
Jim Gaffigan is hot….in that kind of ugly but extremely funny sort of way.
Last night, Jon designed a computer for me because he’s swell. He said it was pretty “bad ass” or something. Any computer Jon is excited about is probably pretty hot. It comes to about $700-800 {{yowsa}}. I’m just a little nervous about Jon not being here for me to cry to when I fuck it up, because I fear I will.
I dunno, I’ll let him know by tomorrow I guess. Or the next time we hang out, I’ll tell him to dye his hair blonde and dress up like the pothead Dell kid and pitch it to me. Yeah, maybe that’ll work.
:)
Right near the end of our conversation, I started to feel really dizzy again and I had to get offline.
I got to thinking, what have I been eating? Maybe I’m not getting enough vitamins. Then I thought… I’ve been eating healthier than I can remember in the past few days. I’ve had tons and tons and tons and tons of fruits and lots of vegetables. I mean come on, I’ve even been eating sprouts…you can’t get more ridiculously health-nut than that. Fat free desserts, vegetable this, high-fiber that…tofu, green tea, organic fruits. I’ve been eating like a friggin hippie douche.
Soooo… I’m guessing there’s something else wrong.
Let’s just pretend there isn’t. Usually that makes things go away.
I talked to Lech yesterday. We talked on the phone for a while. Not hours or anything, just longer than I expected. I called him to remind him to pay tuition before the deadline {{yesterday}} and we got to talking about a few things. He told me his dad went to see Fahrenheit 9/11. He said his dad hated it and is not the biggest bush supporter ever.
He was kidding. But I was so afraid of his dad when he told me that. You don’t understand…unless you know Lech’s intimidatingly intimidating father. Lech’s dad + Bush *fanatic* = someone who cares me.
Actually, Lech’s dad said he walked out of the theater onto 96th Street in Stone Harbor {{aka the sea of tourist assholes}} and thought about the point made in the movie about the youth in poor areas going off to war, while douche bags in Stone Harbor pay $1500 per week in rent alone.
Lech also told me he’s feeling ill again. His sick voice is adorable. Seriously, he regresses to about a seven or eight year old when he’s sick, and though it’s sad, I can’t help but make the puppy noise.
Agh, something’s wrong with my computer. Done this.