"I told a violent story, I'll tell you about the telephone ringing"
You'd think of all things, your face is what represents you. You think about yourself, and the image of your face comes to mind. So it is very strange to look in the mirror and see myself with a different face. Today's the day that the oral surgeon said would have the worst swelling. Because I think I'm a strong brute of a girl, I tend to fend off remedies and just wing it. So, I haven't been icing my wound, which apparently lessens the swelling. I don't look *horribly* different, but it feels odd to have chipmunk cheeks. >.<
Every time I try to write something, it comes out all textbook-y and sesquipedalian. *sigh* I miss BSing on essays, I really do.
Sometimes I really start to fall into the trap of thinking that Freud's theories are right. Emotion, sexual drives power everything, minds are just synapses with an understandable meaning, dreams are true, and that man can change his culture with a thought. It all sounds brilliant, but you've got to inject the truth in there somewhere. It's like art. I know I need to give it a free-reign, but I really don't want it to go so far as...well, the movie "Crash" by Cronenberg, which an online friend of mine is so obsessed with. I'm more embarrassed that I watched it.
I went over to my friend Amanda's house today to watch some shows. We saw "Arrested Development", our old French class movie (which makes me cringe and yell out that it'll be showing nonstop in hell), and "Dead Like Me". Hanging around my group of friends, though, it's fun. There's still that connection to some people from our high school that I, honestly, dislike and could care less about. I guess that's why I hate our French class movie. Man, those were hormonal times. :P I was the girlfriend chick in the movie (let alone my schoolgirl crush on the guy), which was a key role, but she gets kidnapped at the beginning, so I didn't get to hang around people much during filming. I felt like Little Boy Blue left to his corner for that whole quarter of Sophomore year. Watching it makes me weep for the a) awful French accents and grammar (of which, I could have easily taught by this point in time), b) awful acting, and c) memories I wasn't around to take part in. Gee, thanks for making me watch that all over again.
Man, that feels good to let go of, in retrospect.
Katrina
Ps- Music that sounds like silence is the best kind of music.
Every time I try to write something, it comes out all textbook-y and sesquipedalian. *sigh* I miss BSing on essays, I really do.
Sometimes I really start to fall into the trap of thinking that Freud's theories are right. Emotion, sexual drives power everything, minds are just synapses with an understandable meaning, dreams are true, and that man can change his culture with a thought. It all sounds brilliant, but you've got to inject the truth in there somewhere. It's like art. I know I need to give it a free-reign, but I really don't want it to go so far as...well, the movie "Crash" by Cronenberg, which an online friend of mine is so obsessed with. I'm more embarrassed that I watched it.
I went over to my friend Amanda's house today to watch some shows. We saw "Arrested Development", our old French class movie (which makes me cringe and yell out that it'll be showing nonstop in hell), and "Dead Like Me". Hanging around my group of friends, though, it's fun. There's still that connection to some people from our high school that I, honestly, dislike and could care less about. I guess that's why I hate our French class movie. Man, those were hormonal times. :P I was the girlfriend chick in the movie (let alone my schoolgirl crush on the guy), which was a key role, but she gets kidnapped at the beginning, so I didn't get to hang around people much during filming. I felt like Little Boy Blue left to his corner for that whole quarter of Sophomore year. Watching it makes me weep for the a) awful French accents and grammar (of which, I could have easily taught by this point in time), b) awful acting, and c) memories I wasn't around to take part in. Gee, thanks for making me watch that all over again.
Man, that feels good to let go of, in retrospect.
Katrina
Ps- Music that sounds like silence is the best kind of music.