ARGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!
Michael Jackson died yesterday. For me the news was a surprising yet unsurprising at the same time, kind like when Steve Erwin died. I had always thought that Steve would get his head bitten off by an alligator, not stabbed in the fucking heart by a sting ray, and that Michael’s face would finally fall off and his alien parents would take him back to his home world, not keel over from a heart attack.
The tv, magazines, and internet are going crazy of course, so crazy that they barely touch on Farrah Fawcett’s death on the same day. I myself couldn’t care less. Yeah, I’m not that happy that two famous people that did a lot for pop culture and the entertainment of millions are suddenly dead on the same day, but I wasn’t a huge fan of either of them in the first place. I’m part of generation y, born in 1989 and not really able to take it all in till 1994, and even then I didn’t really appreciate it. It wasn’t till about 2005 when I was fifteen or so when I really started to understand and miss the nuances of 90’s Nickelodeon shows such as Ren & Stimpy. God that shit was mind numbing; and brilliant now that I am of an age to enjoy it. Well anyway, my point is that I never really gorged myself on any of Fawcett or Jackson’s work, I spent time that I could be doing that gorging myself on Green Day’s work. Damn, you don’t know how much I hate that I missed so much of Green Day’s career. I almost loathe the fact that my parents raised me on country music, even though I still have a place in my heart for George Straight, Brooks and Dunn, and Garth Brooks.
My mother can’t seem to care less either, though she’s really irritated that Jackson is stealing Farrah’s spot light. There’s pictures of my mother sporting an epically awesome Farrah do in about a million pictures floating around our house. Almost every time she sees one she points out how perfect her hair was for the style, and I have to admit that it really did suit the shape of her face.
I have to go to work at four thirty and stay till close. Right now I don’t really want to go because I had a late night. Going to see the new Transformers flick, fan-girling over Shia LaBeouf, not getting out of the theatre till nine thirty, and reading half of What’s Eating Gilbert Grape in one sitting will do that to a person. I think it’ll be alright though; I’m used to this shit. Ever since I graduated high school (a year ago) I haven’t really been sleeping at night. Staying up, watching tv and reading either half a book or a ton of internet fanfiction is my thing. God I need a life.