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46.04345775 (or: Screw you it's late I get to do this if I wanna)
|46.04345775 (or: Screw you it's late I get to do this if I wanna)|
05/18/08 at 05:43 PM by PurpleSneaker
|I'm gonna make this a live-report on my watching of Rob Zombie's Halloween. |
(No, I didn't watch it earlier, as my brother was going to a friend's. But 11PM is excellent for this.)
First, I should mention that my head is filled up with creepy confusion. It is like, once again, my view on life has changed. This time, because of a little girl. And I don't even know what is different. Just that stuff doesn't feel the same any more. It seems, the more intense these "realisations" or whatever become, the harder it becomes to actually define them. Then, I'm working on gaining insanity before age 18. It's a goal well put. And one that shouldn't be too hard to reach.
Terra Naomi was tonight's album of the day.
I'm going to plug in my earphones now. Let the something something begin.
Calculated the title. Now for the earphones (and associated iPod, I suppose).
I have been everywhere! ...turns out the earphones were right next to me. I've got raspberry saft, yay me.
Okay so it was sort of creepy. Scary. Idk. For a horror movie it was scary. But it was good.
Wasn't much of a live-report this though. Nor a review, though I really didn't promise one. Nor will I make one, I hate reviews. People who rate movies are always pretentious fuckfaces. Mostly. I think.
Then. I never do read reviews.
Well. It's sleepy time. Been for a while. Long day tomorrow, yess.
A couple of weeks ago, I talked to a girl in my class. She said she had no dreams. And that she was happy about it. Now this is a sane girl. In the isn't-a-complete-moron-kind-of-way. Or I wouldn't have had that conversation with her at all, after all.
And, though my reasoning with her must have seemed delirious at best, a couple of days after that conversation, I started feeling that. Well. Wouldn't that be awesome. Just feeling like you are totally normal. Like there's nothing special about you. Just go through life.
Life doesn't work that way, does it. Take one bite of the apple, and you're hooked. Should have cut that snake up good while I could. But it's too late now. And life has only just started.
Then, of course, I stopped thinking like that. Oblivion is for fools. But I'll be damned if I don't get married and have children in the process. Shit. I still want two daughters. Or a daughter and a son. Though really, having a son can go piss itself. I want one little girl. With baggy pants. And evil eyes.
Now that's my heritage.
Oh, and.. death and decay. Naturally.
If I'm making no sense that's okay. It's the new thing. No one is making no sense.
Now. Sleepy time. Once again. And. No.
This is sleepy time. I'll talk to you later. Maybe.