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fredericks) wrote2005-06-15 02:34 pm
fredericks) wrote2005-06-15 02:34 pm
Sometimes you just want to put pen to paper
I've become more and more lax with my updates here. I feel like taking LJ in my arms and reassuring it ("There there, baby; you know I still love you"). I'd hesitate to say I've developed a life - in fact it's somewhat the opposite - but there's a lot on my mind lately and trying to make my writing here coherent takes so much time that I've begun to say "fuck it". I figure that'll remedy itself in the near future. I can't stay away from you, baby.
Lessee...some things going on with me...
I went to see Mysterious Skin yesterday, the movie with the kid from Third Rock. I'm still unsure if I liked it or not. It certainly left me in a state of shock. For a good part of yesterday, whenever I closed my eyes I'd see Nick getting backslapped with the metal handle of a butter knife. Hard. It was an adaptation of a novel, and after work I went to Barnes and Noble to pick it up. Got a Poppy Z. Brite book too (Lost Souls, I believe). I got the book because there was obviously a lot of unexplored territory regarding character relationships in the movie that I was curious about. It reads smooth.
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There's a steel drum festival/competition being held in Madison Square Garden on Sunday that I wanted to see. Told my father about it last night, only because it seemed like the sort of thing he'd really dig. Mom suggested I give a ticket to my grandfather for Father's Day, which, conveniently, is this Sunday. Got one for dad as well, so that covers the local paternal bases. I was pretty sad to see my bank account drop again, seeing as I'd gotten it to an okay amount for the first time in three months, but, eh; I guess it's worth it.
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I find myself not getting so annoyed when I'm mistaken for a man nowadays. Most of the time, anyway. It's odd - I don't look particularly masculine, I don't think. Yes, I am of rather stocky build, but I have a rather small waist and distinctly feminine hip sweep. And my breasts (for the uninformed) are GINORMOUS. But, in the defense of the idiotic masses, I do tend to wear ill-fitting baggy clothing. My hair is shoulder-length, but I tend to wear it in a bun at the back of my head because I have no time for all the primping and prepping in the morning. So I guess if you don't look closely you'd think it's cropped...? I don't know. I don't think I have guy eyes (if such a concept exists). I'm proud of my eyes: besides the fact that they let me, you know, see, they're nice and round and just a little babyish. They knock about five years off my appearance, which is okay now but will probably rock when I hit the dreaded thirties (ha ha, I kid...a little).
Maybe people think I'm a guy with man-boobs. Maybe that's it. High-riding man-boobs. That might explain why more chicks aren't hitting on me.
Moving on.
*
There's an inflated Darth Vader bust sitting on the roof of the Burger King outside of my home train station. He's been there since Sith came out. Only thing is, there seems to be a leak in him: he's basically slumped over now, looking like he's decided to take a nap. It's hilarious. Every seven days or so someone will trudge up there and fill him back up so he'll glare across the parking lot at us, all mean and Dark Side-like. By the next day he'll he hunched over and his head will bob in the breeze, like he's nodding off. So not intimidating.
*
My newest musical obsession would seem to be Erasure. I've been listening to their HITS! collection more or less nonstop since last week while commuting. My favorite songs are definitely Voulez Vous and Lay All Your Love On Me, because I'm a sap. I've also been watching more QAF lately. The early seasons, because those are the only ones I own. I figure I'll swing by Blockbuster today and pick up some of S3 if they have it in.
Lessee...some things going on with me...
I went to see Mysterious Skin yesterday, the movie with the kid from Third Rock. I'm still unsure if I liked it or not. It certainly left me in a state of shock. For a good part of yesterday, whenever I closed my eyes I'd see Nick getting backslapped with the metal handle of a butter knife. Hard. It was an adaptation of a novel, and after work I went to Barnes and Noble to pick it up. Got a Poppy Z. Brite book too (Lost Souls, I believe). I got the book because there was obviously a lot of unexplored territory regarding character relationships in the movie that I was curious about. It reads smooth.
*
There's a steel drum festival/competition being held in Madison Square Garden on Sunday that I wanted to see. Told my father about it last night, only because it seemed like the sort of thing he'd really dig. Mom suggested I give a ticket to my grandfather for Father's Day, which, conveniently, is this Sunday. Got one for dad as well, so that covers the local paternal bases. I was pretty sad to see my bank account drop again, seeing as I'd gotten it to an okay amount for the first time in three months, but, eh; I guess it's worth it.
*
I find myself not getting so annoyed when I'm mistaken for a man nowadays. Most of the time, anyway. It's odd - I don't look particularly masculine, I don't think. Yes, I am of rather stocky build, but I have a rather small waist and distinctly feminine hip sweep. And my breasts (for the uninformed) are GINORMOUS. But, in the defense of the idiotic masses, I do tend to wear ill-fitting baggy clothing. My hair is shoulder-length, but I tend to wear it in a bun at the back of my head because I have no time for all the primping and prepping in the morning. So I guess if you don't look closely you'd think it's cropped...? I don't know. I don't think I have guy eyes (if such a concept exists). I'm proud of my eyes: besides the fact that they let me, you know, see, they're nice and round and just a little babyish. They knock about five years off my appearance, which is okay now but will probably rock when I hit the dreaded thirties (ha ha, I kid...a little).
Maybe people think I'm a guy with man-boobs. Maybe that's it. High-riding man-boobs. That might explain why more chicks aren't hitting on me.
Moving on.
*
There's an inflated Darth Vader bust sitting on the roof of the Burger King outside of my home train station. He's been there since Sith came out. Only thing is, there seems to be a leak in him: he's basically slumped over now, looking like he's decided to take a nap. It's hilarious. Every seven days or so someone will trudge up there and fill him back up so he'll glare across the parking lot at us, all mean and Dark Side-like. By the next day he'll he hunched over and his head will bob in the breeze, like he's nodding off. So not intimidating.
*
My newest musical obsession would seem to be Erasure. I've been listening to their HITS! collection more or less nonstop since last week while commuting. My favorite songs are definitely Voulez Vous and Lay All Your Love On Me, because I'm a sap. I've also been watching more QAF lately. The early seasons, because those are the only ones I own. I figure I'll swing by Blockbuster today and pick up some of S3 if they have it in.
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I've heard nothing of Erasure. I feel bad and ill-informed now. And the Vader thing cracked me up, tummy-ache and all. It's more like, Haha, owww...haha, owwww....
Why leave??
My life's so empty now.
Re: Why leave??
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I hate those inflatable character thingies places put outside to promote new movies and what not. One time I saw a huge Spongebob sitting on top of Burger King (surprising, no?) right when his movie came out, and while I love Spongebob to death, that thing would creep me out everytime I'd drive by it. *shudders*
Early QAF is good. Very good. S3 QAF is also very good. Hell, any QAF is excellent. :-P