it's now or never, baby.
Destiny's voice woke me up today, in a disorienting turn of events. It had started to snow, so Smeg went and got her without me just in case the snow got worse, which it didn't. That was all totally useless information.
I was glad to hang out with my Dessy today, though! It's been since last Friday's bar antics that I saw her. We sat in my room for 3 hours and went through that America book by the Daily Show kids. And is it hilarious. I have to get ahold of my own copy.
Speaking of that, you left your black messenger here, Dessy. It is on my floor. Should you need it, I can get it returned to you.
We finally went out and got China Buffet for dinnerz and then proceeded to watch my Xmas gift from Chesh: Cutting Class and...
HOLYFUCKINGSHITOMGWTF THAT WAS COMPLETELY THE MOST HYSTERICAL 90 MINUTES OF MY EXISTENCE OH MY GOD SLASHER FILMS ARE SO BAD AND THIS IS WORSE BUT IT'S SO GOOD YOU HAVE TO SEE IT I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE. IT WAS CONSTANT LAUGHTER. I know I laugh easily but DAMN. It was. SO. FUNNY. And so badly carried out. And so nonsensical. And so WONDERFUL.
Quotes:
"I'm a Yankee... Doodle... Do... Or... DIE."
"Are you... CUTTING CLASS??"
"I'M THE CUSTODIAN OF YOUR FUCKING DESTINY!!"
It stars Brad Pitt as The Goof-Off Quasi-Jock, Some Girl as Everyone's Object Of Irrepressable Lust, and our favorite model/actor/singer/queer/jack-of-all-trades master-of-none/son of that "Mellow Yellow" dude Donovan Leitch as THE PSYCHOTIC KILLER... OR IS HE???*
*Want a spoiler? Highlight the text below.
Yeah, he is.
During the credits, I laughed continuously. And then I laughed for about 5 more minutes. And when we started quoting it again, I laughed some more. Dear lord in heaven. Thank you so much, Chesh, for giving me this amazing VHS experience. I will treasure it always.
Then we had to take Dessy home, because she was falling asleep. I finished this scarf I was making Smeg and then proceeded to watch about 5 straight hours of TV. Crossing Jordan, Law & Order: CI, House (it was the 2nd half of that one where 4man gets t3h br41n-34tz0rz from that darned cop and House throws diseases at him to make him get better LOLZ CLINIC CASE: YA-YAING THE SISTERHOOD**), Psych (which is actually a really great show so I will list it on my favorite shows list from now on), and then Toby sat on the backs of my legs while I was laying on my stomach on the couch, and he didn't move, so I watched Monk, too, and he finally left before that ended.
** I totally don't expect 90% of you to even get my references at this point; I am high on LULZ.
To hell with homework! (I hate this semester if only for Form + Theory!) Time for a survey, courtesy of xmetalmickeyx.
Colour? Yellow. SRSLY. I don't know what it is, but it's my favorite right now. But I'm starting to wonder if I should apply for a position at a Crayola factory. Mmmmm. Waxy colors.
Food? Pineapple chunks, peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, cheesecake, the ever-present cereal, fresh salads with vinaigrette and croutons.
Drink? Really, really cold icy water, all kinds of tea (hot, cold, fruity, honeyed, green, blue, Saturnine), soymilk, pomegranate juice, cranberry juice, Pepsi every so often.
Place to eat? Panera and the UNO library cafe, right now.
Bands?/Singers? LULZ. BRETT & BERNARD, MUSE, OK GO, JAPANESE TAMBOURINE SYMPHONIES, STREET CACOPHONY, ICE SWIRLING IN GLASSES, GARBAGE, THAT CLEVER "IRONIC" SONG, BRAD SUCKS and I've become quite fond of that spunky Lily Allen.
Actors? Blah bling blah, bling blah bling. Ewan, Jude, Cary Grant, Keira Knightley, Christopher Walken, Lindsay Lohan LOLOLOL J/K you've moved on to the next one already.
Holiday destination? People... go places for the ... holidays? Shit. I stay home. And I like it. Although I've always wanted to go to NYC in the winter. It's a complicated fantasy.
Books? Lord, when was the last time I read a book for pleasure? I think I tried to start Good Omens again, but school got in the way. It's kind of sad how little I read these days, but school's kind of made me hate it.
Magazines? Anything with a hot girl on the cover (I almost bought one with Scarlett Johannson looking rather enticing, but one that mentioned Brian Eno won out), Filter, Q, Mojo, Rolling Stone (chiefly for the delicious paper they use - it makes such crispy flappy noises - you have to listen to them sometime!), Spin... I'm not faithful to any one magazine. I like them all in general and I target specific ones if something in them interests me. I am not above buying Cosmopolitan or Teen Vogue for a Keira Knightley cover.
Movies? CUTTING CLASS, Dead Poets Society, Velvet Goldmine (it's been FIVE YEARS since I first saw that movie and the jokes just keep on coming!), Boondock Saints, other film travesties that no one else watches.
Models? Gisele Bundchen. And um... Donovan Leitch.
Season? I find Mrs. Dash is rather all-purpose.
Quote? I'M THE CUSTODIAN OF YOUR FUCKING DESTINY.
Lyrics of the moment? "Three-way, freeway, take me like a sailor." "There were people from the city having lunch in the park - I believe that is called 'al fresco.'" "It's like rain on your wedding day!" "I fell for a servant who kept me on the boil."
Songs of the moment? Muse, "Hysteria." IAMX, "Naked But Safe." Sneaker Pimps, "Spin Spin Sugar." Depeche Mode, "I Feel Loved." OK Go, "A Million Ways." Oasis, "Supersonic." Lily Allen, "Smile." Iggy Pop, "The Passenger." Bernard Butler, "More Than I Thought." The Tears, "Autograph." Radiohead, "My Iron Lung." P!nk, "You Make Me Sick." Scissor Sisters, "The Other Side." Suede, "So Young"/"The Power."
Sport? Extreme pinball. And those crazy boys on tiny stunt bikes who defy gravity.
Sports Team? The New Fitzylwaukian Ravers. Great team.
Car? Those slime-green VW Bugs. It's always been my dream to have one. Despite the fact I was afraid of driving until approximately 3 weeks ago.
Fashion Items? Earrings! Bags, scarves, hats, and shoes are also fantastic and I have too many of everything. I've become a giant plastic bangle connoisseur, too.
Computer? A goddamn PC with stupid fucking Windows XP. I hate everything else. ESPECIALLY MACS. The other day in F+T, 2 people and eventually myself were trying to figure out this fucking useless Mac which had some sort of ninja-like mode of deploying the CD drive. It took us 20 minutes and a tech supporter who was also a clueless PC user. SCREW MACS.
Flag? Good ol' Union Jack.
Planet? Oh, Pluto, you'll always be #1 in my book.
Number? Still 21.
Recreational Activity? Knittage.
Sexy Man/Woman? Proooobably Chris Corner, right now.
Repost this in your Livejournal and add some questions. Tag 6 of your friends.
cheshcan, waves_of_pants, joiless, asscollection, silvertiger, fridge_buzz_now.
w00t.
J.
P.S. - You know what's sort of starting to weird me out? Musty pictures of dead people. Smeg & Mom have been diligently sorting Rubbermaid containers from various forgotten corners of the house, and have unearthed* fragile artifacts, old coins (! this is exciting as I'm secretly a currency buff - I try to hide it, but blame my dad), and tons and tons of pictures of dead people. Not LITERALLY. It's just that my family dies a lot. It's a tradition, I guess you could say. So chances are good that any photograph will provoke a story from my mom that goes something like this:
"Oh, yeah, that's Uncle Wilber on the left, there. He died in a tragic car wreck in 1933. And that there is Aunt Esmeralda, who perished in the great chicken pox epidemic of 1956. My cousin Bill was her son but he died in 'Nam... she had a sister named Peggy whose husband hung himself in a library, and then 3 people died of heart attacks on the same day. It was a really bad day. And the one on the right is your great-grandma Mabel, who was fatally struck by lightning the same day JFK was shot!"
The funny thing is that I'm not exaggerating a whole lot. 2 of my mom's parents' siblings (her mom's brother and her dad's brother) both died fairly young one day in the 1960s - one of blood clots in both lungs and the other of a stroke or heart attack or something. One of her uncles was married to a woman named Ruby, who hung herself in a barn while Mom was a kid and she heard about it from her cousins since her mom wouldn't talk about it. Both my grandparents, as I'm sure you've heard, died within 3 years of each other of heart-related sudden-death-type things. My cousin Gary drowned while rafting in 1994ish. One of Mom's cousins died in Vietnam. Her grandfather died in a car wreck while her mom was still in the womb. Her cousin Kathy had a sibling who died at 12 of encephalitis long before Kathy was born. And my half-uncle Ken died suddenly in 2001 after open-heart surgery.
We really don't have a good track record going.
It's been interesting hearing about all these people I'll never meet, and seeing all the pictures of Baby Mom (WHO LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE SMEG NO SHIT IT'S WEIRD), and reading old draft letters and stuff, but it's getting CREEPY looking at photos of my grandparents, who I barely remember, and learning about their lives, which I was barely a part of. Also, that cousin who drowned taught me the rudiments of swimming/keeping myself afloat in water when I was 6.
Isn't it ironic? For once, I think it is.
You may think my jests are in poor taste, but man, I'm not alone. It just gets kind of overwhelming after a while to hear how everyone died and it's good to have a little levity. AND A LOT OF OATMEAL. DEAR GOD I HOPE I DON'T HAVE A STROKE OR SOMETHING WHEN I'M 52.
*They also found my little glass bottle from Seattle with a tiny metal Space Needle in it and about an ounce of filthy Puget Sound water!!! I wondered where it went.
I was glad to hang out with my Dessy today, though! It's been since last Friday's bar antics that I saw her. We sat in my room for 3 hours and went through that America book by the Daily Show kids. And is it hilarious. I have to get ahold of my own copy.
Speaking of that, you left your black messenger here, Dessy. It is on my floor. Should you need it, I can get it returned to you.
We finally went out and got China Buffet for dinnerz and then proceeded to watch my Xmas gift from Chesh: Cutting Class and...
HOLYFUCKINGSHITOMGWTF THAT WAS COMPLETELY THE MOST HYSTERICAL 90 MINUTES OF MY EXISTENCE OH MY GOD SLASHER FILMS ARE SO BAD AND THIS IS WORSE BUT IT'S SO GOOD YOU HAVE TO SEE IT I DON'T CARE WHO YOU ARE. IT WAS CONSTANT LAUGHTER. I know I laugh easily but DAMN. It was. SO. FUNNY. And so badly carried out. And so nonsensical. And so WONDERFUL.
Quotes:
"I'm a Yankee... Doodle... Do... Or... DIE."
"Are you... CUTTING CLASS??"
"I'M THE CUSTODIAN OF YOUR FUCKING DESTINY!!"
It stars Brad Pitt as The Goof-Off Quasi-Jock, Some Girl as Everyone's Object Of Irrepressable Lust, and our favorite model/actor/singer/queer/jack-of-all-trades master-of-none/son of that "Mellow Yellow" dude Donovan Leitch as THE PSYCHOTIC KILLER... OR IS HE???*
*Want a spoiler? Highlight the text below.
Yeah, he is.
During the credits, I laughed continuously. And then I laughed for about 5 more minutes. And when we started quoting it again, I laughed some more. Dear lord in heaven. Thank you so much, Chesh, for giving me this amazing VHS experience. I will treasure it always.
Then we had to take Dessy home, because she was falling asleep. I finished this scarf I was making Smeg and then proceeded to watch about 5 straight hours of TV. Crossing Jordan, Law & Order: CI, House (it was the 2nd half of that one where 4man gets t3h br41n-34tz0rz from that darned cop and House throws diseases at him to make him get better LOLZ CLINIC CASE: YA-YAING THE SISTERHOOD**), Psych (which is actually a really great show so I will list it on my favorite shows list from now on), and then Toby sat on the backs of my legs while I was laying on my stomach on the couch, and he didn't move, so I watched Monk, too, and he finally left before that ended.
** I totally don't expect 90% of you to even get my references at this point; I am high on LULZ.
To hell with homework! (I hate this semester if only for Form + Theory!) Time for a survey, courtesy of xmetalmickeyx.
Colour? Yellow. SRSLY. I don't know what it is, but it's my favorite right now. But I'm starting to wonder if I should apply for a position at a Crayola factory. Mmmmm. Waxy colors.
Food? Pineapple chunks, peanut butter & jelly sandwiches, cheesecake, the ever-present cereal, fresh salads with vinaigrette and croutons.
Drink? Really, really cold icy water, all kinds of tea (hot, cold, fruity, honeyed, green, blue, Saturnine), soymilk, pomegranate juice, cranberry juice, Pepsi every so often.
Place to eat? Panera and the UNO library cafe, right now.
Bands?/Singers? LULZ. BRETT & BERNARD, MUSE, OK GO, JAPANESE TAMBOURINE SYMPHONIES, STREET CACOPHONY, ICE SWIRLING IN GLASSES, GARBAGE, THAT CLEVER "IRONIC" SONG, BRAD SUCKS and I've become quite fond of that spunky Lily Allen.
Actors? Blah bling blah, bling blah bling. Ewan, Jude, Cary Grant, Keira Knightley, Christopher Walken, Lindsay Lohan LOLOLOL J/K you've moved on to the next one already.
Holiday destination? People... go places for the ... holidays? Shit. I stay home. And I like it. Although I've always wanted to go to NYC in the winter. It's a complicated fantasy.
Books? Lord, when was the last time I read a book for pleasure? I think I tried to start Good Omens again, but school got in the way. It's kind of sad how little I read these days, but school's kind of made me hate it.
Magazines? Anything with a hot girl on the cover (I almost bought one with Scarlett Johannson looking rather enticing, but one that mentioned Brian Eno won out), Filter, Q, Mojo, Rolling Stone (chiefly for the delicious paper they use - it makes such crispy flappy noises - you have to listen to them sometime!), Spin... I'm not faithful to any one magazine. I like them all in general and I target specific ones if something in them interests me. I am not above buying Cosmopolitan or Teen Vogue for a Keira Knightley cover.
Movies? CUTTING CLASS, Dead Poets Society, Velvet Goldmine (it's been FIVE YEARS since I first saw that movie and the jokes just keep on coming!), Boondock Saints, other film travesties that no one else watches.
Models? Gisele Bundchen. And um... Donovan Leitch.
Season? I find Mrs. Dash is rather all-purpose.
Quote? I'M THE CUSTODIAN OF YOUR FUCKING DESTINY.
Lyrics of the moment? "Three-way, freeway, take me like a sailor." "There were people from the city having lunch in the park - I believe that is called 'al fresco.'" "It's like rain on your wedding day!" "I fell for a servant who kept me on the boil."
Songs of the moment? Muse, "Hysteria." IAMX, "Naked But Safe." Sneaker Pimps, "Spin Spin Sugar." Depeche Mode, "I Feel Loved." OK Go, "A Million Ways." Oasis, "Supersonic." Lily Allen, "Smile." Iggy Pop, "The Passenger." Bernard Butler, "More Than I Thought." The Tears, "Autograph." Radiohead, "My Iron Lung." P!nk, "You Make Me Sick." Scissor Sisters, "The Other Side." Suede, "So Young"/"The Power."
Sport? Extreme pinball. And those crazy boys on tiny stunt bikes who defy gravity.
Sports Team? The New Fitzylwaukian Ravers. Great team.
Car? Those slime-green VW Bugs. It's always been my dream to have one. Despite the fact I was afraid of driving until approximately 3 weeks ago.
Fashion Items? Earrings! Bags, scarves, hats, and shoes are also fantastic and I have too many of everything. I've become a giant plastic bangle connoisseur, too.
Computer? A goddamn PC with stupid fucking Windows XP. I hate everything else. ESPECIALLY MACS. The other day in F+T, 2 people and eventually myself were trying to figure out this fucking useless Mac which had some sort of ninja-like mode of deploying the CD drive. It took us 20 minutes and a tech supporter who was also a clueless PC user. SCREW MACS.
Flag? Good ol' Union Jack.
Planet? Oh, Pluto, you'll always be #1 in my book.
Number? Still 21.
Recreational Activity? Knittage.
Sexy Man/Woman? Proooobably Chris Corner, right now.
Repost this in your Livejournal and add some questions. Tag 6 of your friends.
cheshcan, waves_of_pants, joiless, asscollection, silvertiger, fridge_buzz_now.
w00t.
J.
P.S. - You know what's sort of starting to weird me out? Musty pictures of dead people. Smeg & Mom have been diligently sorting Rubbermaid containers from various forgotten corners of the house, and have unearthed* fragile artifacts, old coins (! this is exciting as I'm secretly a currency buff - I try to hide it, but blame my dad), and tons and tons of pictures of dead people. Not LITERALLY. It's just that my family dies a lot. It's a tradition, I guess you could say. So chances are good that any photograph will provoke a story from my mom that goes something like this:
"Oh, yeah, that's Uncle Wilber on the left, there. He died in a tragic car wreck in 1933. And that there is Aunt Esmeralda, who perished in the great chicken pox epidemic of 1956. My cousin Bill was her son but he died in 'Nam... she had a sister named Peggy whose husband hung himself in a library, and then 3 people died of heart attacks on the same day. It was a really bad day. And the one on the right is your great-grandma Mabel, who was fatally struck by lightning the same day JFK was shot!"
The funny thing is that I'm not exaggerating a whole lot. 2 of my mom's parents' siblings (her mom's brother and her dad's brother) both died fairly young one day in the 1960s - one of blood clots in both lungs and the other of a stroke or heart attack or something. One of her uncles was married to a woman named Ruby, who hung herself in a barn while Mom was a kid and she heard about it from her cousins since her mom wouldn't talk about it. Both my grandparents, as I'm sure you've heard, died within 3 years of each other of heart-related sudden-death-type things. My cousin Gary drowned while rafting in 1994ish. One of Mom's cousins died in Vietnam. Her grandfather died in a car wreck while her mom was still in the womb. Her cousin Kathy had a sibling who died at 12 of encephalitis long before Kathy was born. And my half-uncle Ken died suddenly in 2001 after open-heart surgery.
We really don't have a good track record going.
It's been interesting hearing about all these people I'll never meet, and seeing all the pictures of Baby Mom (WHO LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE SMEG NO SHIT IT'S WEIRD), and reading old draft letters and stuff, but it's getting CREEPY looking at photos of my grandparents, who I barely remember, and learning about their lives, which I was barely a part of. Also, that cousin who drowned taught me the rudiments of swimming/keeping myself afloat in water when I was 6.
Isn't it ironic? For once, I think it is.
You may think my jests are in poor taste, but man, I'm not alone. It just gets kind of overwhelming after a while to hear how everyone died and it's good to have a little levity. AND A LOT OF OATMEAL. DEAR GOD I HOPE I DON'T HAVE A STROKE OR SOMETHING WHEN I'M 52.
*They also found my little glass bottle from Seattle with a tiny metal Space Needle in it and about an ounce of filthy Puget Sound water!!! I wondered where it went.