Lobster on my bookshelf.
Hi. I really don't want to use this, but since I've been futile enough so far, I might as well give in and write a full-blown entry. So here you go. And I want to be able to document these somewhere but am to lazy to write at the moment. And I feel like being an attention whore for the moment.
Here's my immature teenage thought for the day (as well as what inspired me to write here): I was looking at the case of Forrest Gump (which I rented today from Blockbuster as a recommendation from my mother since they didn't have Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Love the Bomb), and misread the word "luck." Now for those that don't me, I have horrible eyesight that is constantly getting worse, so I stared at this for about 30 seconds until I got my glasses and read it right. But it said, "The six-time Oscar winner about the affable Gump, a simple man who fucks his way into history...," and it struck me that that would've been a very different movie. Indeed.
One thing that's been bugging my all day was this dream I had last night. Since that was roughly 15 hours ago, I can't remember it nearly as well now, but the key concepts included myself in an amusement park-like world, with its centerpiece being a water-escalator structure that moved you all around when you stood on it. We were on a class fieldtrip and I was with a bunch of current classmates, along with some from middle school as well as some from elementry. It was a nice mix. We were there because John Kerry and John Edwards were there. I remember being so excited about talking to them, and we were only able to do so for a split second, as you had to ride the water to the top, where they were standing, and then you went back down. So I finally got up there, and they ended up acting like complete fucking douchebags to me, asking if I had any "connections," and then telling me to get lost after finding out that I didn't. This is strange because I'm actually for them; I like Edwards and am trying my hardest to like Kerry. I have no idea why they acted like that, but I think it's because I saw Bad Santa at Sarah's the night before, which probably gave me the idea of people who you'd think would be nice acting like assholes.
Now that I've got that out of my system, I will begin an obligatory but random list of my current musical thoughts and obsessions. Elliott Smith's new album leaked today (technically yesterday). It's quite good so far. And depressing. I finally heard Br. Danielson's Brother is to Son today and am unsure whether I think it's great or unlistenable. Fiery Furnaces' Blueberry Boat has finally grown on me. Probably my favorite album this year. That or Sonic Youth. All of you need to love Pulp more, because they love you. Unwound suck. Why am I naming a bunch of people none of you know? Well, in addition to increasing the size of my indie-penis, should any of these bands become famous, I will be able to say I knew them 1/2/3 years before everyone else. Like Modest Mouse. Oh, Modest Mouse, why? (just kidding. kind of.)
That seems about okay for now. Actually, it seems to be a bit too much, but that's generally my standard. Anyway, I have an uncomfortable feeling about having written all of this, so I should probably just do it. So, that was interesting I suppose, and maybe I'll do it again in a few years or so.
Here's my immature teenage thought for the day (as well as what inspired me to write here): I was looking at the case of Forrest Gump (which I rented today from Blockbuster as a recommendation from my mother since they didn't have Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Love the Bomb), and misread the word "luck." Now for those that don't me, I have horrible eyesight that is constantly getting worse, so I stared at this for about 30 seconds until I got my glasses and read it right. But it said, "The six-time Oscar winner about the affable Gump, a simple man who fucks his way into history...," and it struck me that that would've been a very different movie. Indeed.
One thing that's been bugging my all day was this dream I had last night. Since that was roughly 15 hours ago, I can't remember it nearly as well now, but the key concepts included myself in an amusement park-like world, with its centerpiece being a water-escalator structure that moved you all around when you stood on it. We were on a class fieldtrip and I was with a bunch of current classmates, along with some from middle school as well as some from elementry. It was a nice mix. We were there because John Kerry and John Edwards were there. I remember being so excited about talking to them, and we were only able to do so for a split second, as you had to ride the water to the top, where they were standing, and then you went back down. So I finally got up there, and they ended up acting like complete fucking douchebags to me, asking if I had any "connections," and then telling me to get lost after finding out that I didn't. This is strange because I'm actually for them; I like Edwards and am trying my hardest to like Kerry. I have no idea why they acted like that, but I think it's because I saw Bad Santa at Sarah's the night before, which probably gave me the idea of people who you'd think would be nice acting like assholes.
Now that I've got that out of my system, I will begin an obligatory but random list of my current musical thoughts and obsessions. Elliott Smith's new album leaked today (technically yesterday). It's quite good so far. And depressing. I finally heard Br. Danielson's Brother is to Son today and am unsure whether I think it's great or unlistenable. Fiery Furnaces' Blueberry Boat has finally grown on me. Probably my favorite album this year. That or Sonic Youth. All of you need to love Pulp more, because they love you. Unwound suck. Why am I naming a bunch of people none of you know? Well, in addition to increasing the size of my indie-penis, should any of these bands become famous, I will be able to say I knew them 1/2/3 years before everyone else. Like Modest Mouse. Oh, Modest Mouse, why? (just kidding. kind of.)
That seems about okay for now. Actually, it seems to be a bit too much, but that's generally my standard. Anyway, I have an uncomfortable feeling about having written all of this, so I should probably just do it. So, that was interesting I suppose, and maybe I'll do it again in a few years or so.