Can't sleep
So what the fuck? Might as well update. I kept postponing on posting something until I got a new laptop, but that's still a couple of weeks away. And since I can't get to sleep, what the hell else is there to do? I already read 35 god damn pages, which is doubly a lot for me. Went down at 3, now it's 6. Who knows? Maybe I won't even get any sleep.
So what have I fucking done? Absolutely nothing. Except make some money doing mindless data entry work at the post office. And what did I spend my last pay check on??? 371 dollars worth? A freaking genuine wanted mailer poster of John Dillinger, all nice and framed. Told myself I wouldn't spend more than $200 on it, but now. Ebay always reels me in. The last minute rush of the auction; that's how to do it. I waited till 10 seconds were left then said "fuck it" and put in a bid. I thought it'd be mostly for kicks; didn't think I'd actually win it. But I did. Not ashamed. The damage? $350 + $17.70 s&h/insurance. Well, there goes that paycheck and a healthy start towards a new laptop. Oh well. It's worth it. Just can't tell my parents because I'm sure they'd blow a gasket and scold me. "WTF?!!!! What is it with you and Dillinger?! Christ sakes! $350!"
I look at it this way: I've got $1000 coming my way within the week, I'm hoping. The new car we got me after the Mustang was totaled, right? The red Grand Am? Well, a week or so ago, we had a big ass hail storm, dented the fuck out of it, and when we took it to insurance to get an estimate to fix it, the result was a "total loss." How does that happen in only five months??!! One car and then another?! I think it's ridiculous since it's runs great. Which is why we're keeping it and taking the money. It's valued more than we paid for it; about $2000. So mom says I can get to have the thousand back I contributed when we got it. The rest is being used to paint the house.
Now, I could start talking "Public Enemies," but I think I'll refrain. I'll probably just end up babbling my head off with shit no one else understands/gets but me - I'm talking mostly music-wise. But what the hell ever. If I could have a recording of Baby Face Nelson shouting "Ge-Get in, ya dumb bastards! Get in!" over and over again, I'd be sooo happy. I'd laugh my ass off every day. Going to see it for the 8th time tomorrow. All out East. It's been nice to go back there and catch up with the few people that I worked with who still work there. Made sure I saw the movie in the 14-story or however the hell high it is screen a few times before it got bumped into a regular auditorium. Seeing Johnny's face magnified like, 1000 times is very nice to look at.
"Lets light this candle!" and I did last Wednesday, marking 75 years since Dillinger's death. Did it in my room like a freaking seance. Turned off the overhead light, turned on a neon Budha lamp, had the radio tuned to an instrumental/classical station to make atmosphere, and lit a candle. Burned myself a little in the process. Stood there for ten minutes watching it glow, said a few words, then blew it out. All the while, hoping my mom wouldn't come down and say "What the hell are you doing?!"
And here I said I wasn't going to talk "Public Enemies." But really, I guess that's all there is to talk about. Other than going to work from 6-10 at night, I'm at home or sitting in one of those cushy chairs at the theatre, spotting something new every time.
I could go on and start ranting about some shit about it, but I'll keep my damn mouth closed for now. I know how it works; I'll say something, someone will take it out of context or something, and then boom - total atomic explosion on LJ that leads to a giant rift in a relationship that can't/won't be mended until 1 1/2 or 2 years later. But can I do it? Just to feel better? Okay! Go for it. One sentence.
OMG GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF AND SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Thank you very much. Better? A little. Save some of that for later. It's probably not real sane, but I don't give a fuck. "Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up if you can't take a joke!" OMG! for anyone who hasn't seen the Christian Bale Remix of his blowup, you have to. Must see. With random Barbara Streisand throw in.
That's probably enough for now. I should try and get some sleep, but I think I'll just be laying in bed for the next couple of hours awake. My damn shoulder is one of the big reasons I can't sleep lately. Fucking hurts. Maybe I should finally make a doc appointment. But I highly dislike going to the doctor....
"If I had a milkshake, and you had a milkshake, and my straw reaches aaalllll the way over to your milkshake.....I....drink.....your.....MILKSHAKE!"
So what have I fucking done? Absolutely nothing. Except make some money doing mindless data entry work at the post office. And what did I spend my last pay check on??? 371 dollars worth? A freaking genuine wanted mailer poster of John Dillinger, all nice and framed. Told myself I wouldn't spend more than $200 on it, but now. Ebay always reels me in. The last minute rush of the auction; that's how to do it. I waited till 10 seconds were left then said "fuck it" and put in a bid. I thought it'd be mostly for kicks; didn't think I'd actually win it. But I did. Not ashamed. The damage? $350 + $17.70 s&h/insurance. Well, there goes that paycheck and a healthy start towards a new laptop. Oh well. It's worth it. Just can't tell my parents because I'm sure they'd blow a gasket and scold me. "WTF?!!!! What is it with you and Dillinger?! Christ sakes! $350!"
I look at it this way: I've got $1000 coming my way within the week, I'm hoping. The new car we got me after the Mustang was totaled, right? The red Grand Am? Well, a week or so ago, we had a big ass hail storm, dented the fuck out of it, and when we took it to insurance to get an estimate to fix it, the result was a "total loss." How does that happen in only five months??!! One car and then another?! I think it's ridiculous since it's runs great. Which is why we're keeping it and taking the money. It's valued more than we paid for it; about $2000. So mom says I can get to have the thousand back I contributed when we got it. The rest is being used to paint the house.
Now, I could start talking "Public Enemies," but I think I'll refrain. I'll probably just end up babbling my head off with shit no one else understands/gets but me - I'm talking mostly music-wise. But what the hell ever. If I could have a recording of Baby Face Nelson shouting "Ge-Get in, ya dumb bastards! Get in!" over and over again, I'd be sooo happy. I'd laugh my ass off every day. Going to see it for the 8th time tomorrow. All out East. It's been nice to go back there and catch up with the few people that I worked with who still work there. Made sure I saw the movie in the 14-story or however the hell high it is screen a few times before it got bumped into a regular auditorium. Seeing Johnny's face magnified like, 1000 times is very nice to look at.
"Lets light this candle!" and I did last Wednesday, marking 75 years since Dillinger's death. Did it in my room like a freaking seance. Turned off the overhead light, turned on a neon Budha lamp, had the radio tuned to an instrumental/classical station to make atmosphere, and lit a candle. Burned myself a little in the process. Stood there for ten minutes watching it glow, said a few words, then blew it out. All the while, hoping my mom wouldn't come down and say "What the hell are you doing?!"
And here I said I wasn't going to talk "Public Enemies." But really, I guess that's all there is to talk about. Other than going to work from 6-10 at night, I'm at home or sitting in one of those cushy chairs at the theatre, spotting something new every time.
I could go on and start ranting about some shit about it, but I'll keep my damn mouth closed for now. I know how it works; I'll say something, someone will take it out of context or something, and then boom - total atomic explosion on LJ that leads to a giant rift in a relationship that can't/won't be mended until 1 1/2 or 2 years later. But can I do it? Just to feel better? Okay! Go for it. One sentence.
OMG GET THE FUCK OVER YOURSELF AND SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Thank you very much. Better? A little. Save some of that for later. It's probably not real sane, but I don't give a fuck. "Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up! Shut up if you can't take a joke!" OMG! for anyone who hasn't seen the Christian Bale Remix of his blowup, you have to. Must see. With random Barbara Streisand throw in.
That's probably enough for now. I should try and get some sleep, but I think I'll just be laying in bed for the next couple of hours awake. My damn shoulder is one of the big reasons I can't sleep lately. Fucking hurts. Maybe I should finally make a doc appointment. But I highly dislike going to the doctor....
"If I had a milkshake, and you had a milkshake, and my straw reaches aaalllll the way over to your milkshake.....I....drink.....your.....MILKSHAKE!"