A Comedy Romance in Pantomine

Who am I this time?

Sat, 23 Sep 2006 01:30:51 GMT

Currently in the process of making this journal friends only. Could take a while.

I just realized I have less than 100 songs on my Itunes right now. Lame.

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 07:19:33 GMT

Step 1: Put your iTunes/Winamp/music-playing device on random.
Step 2: Post a line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing the song.
Step 3: Post and let people guess what song and artist the lines come from.

1. My nights are too lonely to dream, you are never coming back, so it seems

2. Changing my life with the wave of her hand, nobody can deny that there's something there

3. There must be some word today, from my boyfriend who's so far away.

4. And when we meet again, introduced as friends, please don't let on that you knew me well.

5. She knew him better, better, better.

6. And oh by the way, when the landlord came today, he measured everything.

7. Waits at the window, wearing a face that she keeps in a jar by the door, who is it for?

8. He looked kind of nice and so I said I might take a chance..

9. Close all the windows, but signs on the handles.

10. She starts to speak, but he walks away as the storm clouds rise.

11. Nothing to kill or die for, and no religion too.

12. Everybody seems to think I'm lazy, I don't mind, I think they're crazy.

13. Our hearts have felt better years.

14. And what do we do with ten baby shoes?

15. Your life's a dime store novel, this town is full of guys like you.

16. The last time I saw you we had just split in two, You was looking at me, I was looking at you.

17. How his guts were all suspended in his fingers and how he held them, held them in.

18. Then I can make sure you wont take advantage of me, capture my heart and set me free.

19. To mark the anniversary of someone I used to be.

20. You buy me the dress I'll be more woman than a man like you can stand.

So is it just me, or has TCM gotten "hipper"?

Sat, 09 Sep 2006 15:41:00 GMT

I started to notice it a few months ago, but it may have started much sooner then that. Obviously I'm a nerd and have always thought that TCM was way cool, but now I am pretty sure they are intentionally catering to a more youthful group. For example.. the "Playing this Month" montage looks way more like a rock music video than any of their previous displays. Also, I know it was a long time ago that Ben Mankiewicz joined the network (I used to just refer to him as "annoying goatee man", now I actually know his name) but they are just now giving him his own commericals and segments, and he is definitely much younger and hipper than the alternative (good ole' Robert Osbourne).

Oh, not only that.. But this month, they are having a whole friday (next friday by the way) dedicated to super hip film shorts. And, if I i'm not mistaken, I do believe they are having a foreign film celebration as well.

Am I just super paranoid, or is TCM actually starting to advertise to a younger audience? and if so, is that really a bad thing?

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 07:02:57 GMT

Did you ever hear of a wish sandwich? It's the kind of sandwich were you have two pieces of bread, and wish you had some meat inbetween.

I don't know why that song amuses me so much, but it does.

Always on the outside, of whatever side there was.

Sat, 02 Sep 2006 07:31:53 GMT

I rented movies today for the first time in months. While I was standing in line to check them out this annoying couple around my age were behind me. They were having this discussion about "scary movies" and which was more frightening, The Ring or The Grudge. They ended up picking The Grudge because "The Rings plot was totally stupid and made no sense". It was around that moment that I realized I had finally become everything I ever wanted to be in life. A snide, sarcastic, cynical film snob who thinks they are better than the general population. I know it was never exactly a noble goal, but it was a goal nonetheless, and I have reached it with flying colors. Accomplishment is a fantastic feeling afterall.

11:00 o' clock I watch the network news.

Fri, 01 Sep 2006 07:59:54 GMT

So does anyone have the new Bob Dylan album yet? If I ever get a job or have money for any other unexpected reason, I plan on purchasing it.

If it turns out to be really great, I will then be able to anser "Modern Times" if anyone ever asked me in a string of questions "What's your favorite movie, how about album?" Of course I doubt this would ever happen, as people don't usually ask for "favorites" in that order..

It's gonna be cold, it's gonna be grey, and it's gonna last you for the rest of your life.

Tue, 29 Aug 2006 11:15:07 GMT

-Rise and shine, campers, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cold out there today.
-It's cold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?
-Not hardly. So the big question on everybody's lips.
-On their chapped lips
-is, does Phil feel lucky? Punksatawney Phil, thats right wood chuck chuckers its GROUND HOG DAY

-Rise and shine, campers, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cold out there today.
-It's cold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?
-Not hardly. So the big question on everybody's lips.
-On their chapped lips
-is, does Phil feel lucky? Punksatawney Phil, thats right wood chuck chuckers its GROUND HOG DAY

-Rise and shine, campers, and don't forget your booties 'cause it's cold out there today.
-It's cold out there every day. What is this, Miami Beach?
-Not hardly. So the big question on everybody's lips.
-On their chapped lips
-is, does Phil feel lucky? Punksatawney Phil, thats right wood chuck chuckers its GROUND HOG DAY

I.A.L Diamond

Sat, 12 Aug 2006 10:20:21 GMT

I.A.L stood for Interscholastic Algebra Leauge because Diamond was a member when he was in school.

After I read that, all I could do was smile. I am still smiling, three minutes later. I knew there was a reason why I loved that man other than his amazing screen writing and being friends with Billy Wilder. He almost inspires me to one day be good at math, not to just strive for efficiency.

Jesus, the world is a wonderful place when you think about these kinds of things.

Principia Discordia

Mon, 07 Aug 2006 06:14:42 GMT

http://principiadiscordia.com/
Best religion ever.

A SERMON ON ETHICS AND LOVE

One day Mal-2 asked the messenger spirit Saint Gulik to approach the Goddess and request Her presence for some desperate advice. Shortly afterwards the radio came on by itself, and an ethereal female Voice said YES?

"O! Eris! Blessed Mother of Man! Queen of Chaos! Daughter of Discord! Concubine of Confusion! O! Exquisite Lady, I beseech You to lift a heavy burden from my heart!"

WHAT BOTHERS YOU, MAL? YOU DON'T SOUND WELL.

"I am filled with fear and tormented with terrible visions of pain. Everywhere people are hurting one another, the planet is rampant with injustices, whole societies plunder groups of their own people, mothers imprison sons, children perish while brothers war. O, woe."

WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH THAT, IF IT IS WHAT YOU WANT TO DO?

"But nobody wants it! Everybody hates it."

OH. WELL, THEN STOP.

At which moment She turned herself into an aspirin commercial and left The Polyfather stranded alone with his species.

Oh god, I could do better than that!

Sat, 05 Aug 2006 08:22:14 GMT

Why does every movie ever made about dancing concern people who are really fantastic at dancing? It seems a little unfair and downright biased. I want to make a movie about someone who is terrible at dancing, and despite hours of hard work and montage after montage, never improves. Which will really make it a movie about following your dreams only to find bitter dissapointment, but we will market it as a dance movie anyway!

Almost forgot about this..

Thu, 13 Jul 2006 07:13:34 GMT

On one of the plane rides back home I sat next to this woman reading celebrity gossip magazines who asked if I wanted one, bored out of my mine after riding planes for around 9 consecutive hours, I did.

One of the stories was about "Lindsay Lohans fabulous Great Gatsby themed birthday party!" does no one see the irony in that? Has Lindsay Lohan read The Great Gatsby? Does she understand it is a tragedy based on the careless, stupid, vain lifestyle she is currently living? Maybe the Olsen Twins can have even more delightful Citizen Kane themed parties.

Oy to the vey.

I am so smart. s-m-r-t!

Sun, 09 Jul 2006 05:10:20 GMT

My AP scores came today, they read as follows:

United States History: 5 (that's right - the highest score possible biotches)

English Language: 4 (that's right - the second highest score possible.. Not quite as cool, but who cares, I knew I did bad on that one and most universities accept 4's and 5's.

Be proud random lj friends, be proud. Or don't. It's your prerogative really.

Best last day in town EVER!

Tue, 04 Jul 2006 09:02:15 GMT

Today we ate at the happiest place on Eart - Sushi Boat. Seriously, everyone there was hilarious. I wish I lived there. After that we went to a psychic shop and had our auras read. I was a pale yellow. I don't see how people who don't believe in god or organized religion can be silly enough to believe in psychics (this means you Laura and Robyn). From there we headed back to downtown Reno, were we lazed about by the river and had mocha at some coffee joint. It was all very idyllic really.

The bus station was interesting and involved us begging change off strangers who somehow thought we were Dickens-style orphans. Some boy also tried bumming cigarettes off of us with the promise of a tune on his flute. Unfortunately for us, we don't smoke. We never learned wether or not his flute playing skills were up to par.

On the walk back from the bus stop we stopped at Kate Smith Elementary (where I went from grades K-2) to swing. After this I felt pretty certain that I had fulfilled any possible nostalgia trips I could possibly hanker for.

We came home to write in the joy journal and make cookies (that came out as pretty hideous brownies to be honest). It is 2:01 now and tommorow I have to be at the airport by 1:00. Ze end.

Scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen, this means you really love me.

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 04:20:55 GMT

Went out to Pyramid, set up tent. Ended up spending the night at a "Holiday Inn" in Fallon. Worst nights sleep of my fucking life. You can't feel nothing looking at Pyramid Lake, I tried to, but you just cant. Half an hour of sagebrush and then the whole world is blue. I just don't know what I feel yet. Or what I felt. This was yesterday. Now I'm back in town. Walked over to Shopko to buy some new pens and hair ties. None of this makes any sense.

I planned on stopping after my first million.

Mon, 26 Jun 2006 09:18:04 GMT

I'm in the kind of mood where I just want to sit around watching screwball comedies for days. I personally think they are the best genre of movie ever created. Everyone is witty, charming, and handsome. What more could you ask for in a movie, or in life for that matter? I think I will stop with this rant before I start sounding like Mia Farrow in "The Purple Rose of Cairo".

I hate to say this, I really do.. (but) The Beatles version of "Please, Mr. Postman" SUCKS! Yes, I said it. The Marvelettes make that song amazing. The Beatles, not so much.

Went to Lahontan today. The ride was the best part. The actual lake is too dirty and crowded. I don't think it's nature I hate, it's just the west coast. Sand, heat and sagebrush just aren't my idea of a good time. I feel like I am part of some sick biblical allusion just walking through the desert.

I do realize that these are all random thoughts that don't have much to do with each other. I'm not trying to be too coherent.

My question of the week: Does the Reno/Sparks area have more casinos, or pawn shops? I am leaning towards pawn shops. One day I will actually look through the phone book and find out.

Speaking of pawnshops in Reno, anyone hear about the Darren Mack thing? Pretty nutty.

Love yourself like a cannibal!

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 09:52:52 GMT

So for a very late Christmas/Birthday gift my dad gave me The Stranger by Albert Camus. What kind of a gift is that? What does it say? "I don't know you very well, but for some reason I assume you dig French philosophers now." Or "Your world view seems stark and depressing, enjoy!"

I figure I should probably reread it. Maybe I will like it more this time around.

I'm having trouble sleeping at night, so instead I stay up listening to Tom Waits.

I love Sparks, I really do. It is a scuzzy little city in the middle of nowhere, but it is my scuzzy little city in the middle of nowhere, and that makes all the difference.

Sun, 25 Jun 2006 00:35:41 GMT

Forgot to complain about this..

I found the Journals of Virgina Woolf at Dharma books.. 35 dollars. I don't get how every other book in the place can be between 2-14 dollars, but the one I really want is so pricy. It must be limited edition or something. I bought To The Lighthouse instead.

Also, I finally saw "The African Queen" this week. It was one of the only Katharine Herpburn movies I hadn't seen, because it simply wasn't available in Richland. Turns out, Laura owns it. Bliss.

A figurine hutch, the place wasn't much.

Sat, 24 Jun 2006 06:49:32 GMT

Keeping busy is the ultimate secret to happiness. I always used to wonder how anyone can truly consider themselves an optimist in a world as horrible as this. Now I know why - they aren't really happy, they are just too busy to notice otherwise.

I'm not knocking it either, it's a great way to live. This past week has flown by. I have not once been unhappy. Until tonight. The first night of nothingness.

Maybe it's not keeping busy, maybe it's about not being lonely. No matter how much I hate to admit it, I do enjoy being around other people and need them in some abstract way.

I watched the first half of "No Direction Home" today. Jesus, I want to travel back in time and live in Greenwich village in the 50-60's. (this is one of those egomanical alone kind of thoughts).

I don't want to describe this week in vivid detail or anything.. I just want to say it was fantastic, possibly the best single week I have ever had. Soon enough I will return to my reality, possibly for the better, possibly for the worst.

Remember to keep shinning on, all you crazy diamonds!

Is there a letter, a letter for me?

Thu, 15 Jun 2006 01:49:33 GMT

I have officially had my first anti-social neurotic episode of the summer. I was supposed to go over to someone's house tonight; watch some bad movies, tell ridiculous jokes and all in all have a good time. A few minutes before I am going to leave I have one of my crazy flashes of misantrhopy and decide it would probably be better if I spent the night alone. I call and give the lamest excuse ever thought up (I have to pack for my trip, sorry.. I completely forgot about it). Jesus. To think, I could probably be having a pretty good time right now. Instead I am home alone, contemplating returning movies to the local Hollywood video.

That reminds me.. What ever happened to the curtained off porno sections of video-rental stores? Remember when you were a little kid and you always wondered what was behind those curtains? I guess all of these large franchise stores (Hollywood, Blockbuster, ETC.) all have policies against selling pornography. Or maybe people don't even have to rent porn anymore with all of the internet porn available.

I guess I kind of miss the prospect of open profanity. One thing about Sparks I never thought I would miss.. Cheesy commericals for sex shops. It's weird living in a town that has some standards of "decency".

It's a dirty story of a dirty man.

Wed, 14 Jun 2006 09:02:32 GMT

At night I go for a little walk into the apartment building next to this one. There is a small, apartment building playground. The kind devoid of any real fun, intended purely to lure unsuspected children into being okay with moving into such a dump of an apartment complex to begin with.

I swing innocently enough and make minute connections between things that don't really matter to begin with. I think up plots and strings of dialog for short stories and scripts I will never actually write and I laugh as familiar gags and punchlines fill my head.

I go home and watch hours of TV. People think TV is terrible, but it's really the final answer to the equation of free time in an affluent society. We don't have to go out everyday and hunt our food, tend our gardens, ensure our safety. We perform; five days a week, eight hours a day as wheels in a cog. We aren't meant to be individuals, we are meant to be preprogrammed. So is TV.

Besides, Conan is hilarious.

One of these days I'm gonna get Orgamizized.

Tue, 13 Jun 2006 21:54:58 GMT

Is it healthy to sit in your room alone for hours listening to the theme from Taxi Driver? (I promise to not kill any pimps anytime soon). I read The Crying of Lot 49 last night. Great books, I recommend it to all of you out there (excluding the thronging illiterate masses). I went to the library this morning looking for the journals of Virgina Woolf. Didn't find them, it was a downer. I wanted to see what interesting, brilliant people write about when confronted with a blank diary page. Speaking of which.. I am four pages away from completing my first and only real journal! To put the pathetic-ness of this into view I will say that I received the journal not this Christmas but the last.. Making it a year and a half long effort. I go into phases of writing often and obsessively, and stages of ignoring the fact I own a journal all together. Basically it is a lot of pseduo-intellectual, teen angst ridden boulderdash. That's why I want some inspiration for the new journal I will start in four or so days.

My old journal was blue with a black binding. Robyn bought it for me at Barnes and Noble a week or two after Christmas. Robyn never does anything on time. She bought me the pen she promised with it a week or so later. My first few entries are in a terrible, messy blue pen. My new journal was purchased at last years Earth Day festivities by Laura. It is technically a travel journal, she figured she had no use for it and gave it to me before I moved. The front says "Coffee Paper" and features a hummingbird surrounded by flowers I, in my ignorance cannot name. The back says this:

Costa Rica Natural
Fine Environmental Papers

No pretendemos
salvar el planeta,
solo una pequena parte de el.
Hacemos papeles
de fibras naturales
que respetan la Tierra
Somos,
Simboo de una nueva cultura.

For those of you who can't read spanish, don't bother. It's just an Earth Day tree-hugging kind of thing praising natural fibers (which the journal is made of apparently).

I think I will only write in journals given as gifts, to counterbalance the introverted practice of actually keeping a journal.

Isn't it ironic that I just wrote an entire online journal entry about my real life paper and pen journal keeping habits? I think so.

Love is more then just a game for two!

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 07:28:10 GMT

I kept forgetting to mention this. The one highlight of my last day at school.

I got an entire hallway to sing the LOVE song with me (you know.. L is for the way you look at me, O is for the only one I see..)

I know this may seem like a small accomplishment to many, but it was the highlight of my day and probably, in retrospect, my entire school year.

If I was a movie star my youth would be sealed in a can on a reel.

Mon, 12 Jun 2006 07:20:27 GMT

I think it is time once again to look back at my obsessive lists. I started two at the beggining of last summer. One for "books read" and another for "movies watched". Both lists were supposed to only include movies and books I was watching/reading for the first time, or that I hadn't experienced since I was much younger. The lists go from that summer, across my junior year of school and end on the ninth of June (my last day of school).

Movies watched:
164
Starting with Amelie, ending with Zorba the Greek.

Books read:
34
Starting with A Confederate General From Big Sur and ending with Mrs. Dalloway

It's odd, a lot of the movies on my list I now consider long time favorites, in reality I only saw them for the first time this past year.

I really haven't read as much as I thought I did, and want to read a lot more this year. In my defense, some of those books were pretty huge (Anna Karenina, The Brothers Karamazov). That's all the dull dribble I can muster tonight folks.

There aint no devil, that's just god when he's drunk.

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 07:04:30 GMT

Things I hate at the moment:

Legitimately deep people. I can't stand them. I enjoy philosophy and intellectual musing as much as the next person, but too much is too much. I just don't like people who are constantly saying amazingly deep things, maybe there is a little jealousy involved, but it's mostly pure annoyance. I am even more annoyed by groups of people who get together to discuss just how deep they are, constantly patting each others momentously deep backs. This also includes people who write really terrible (but deep) poetry, and have their friends congratulate them on just how amazing this bad poetry is. Poetry doesn't have to be deep, and just being deep doesn't make it good, why do people not understand that? I think I have officially used the word "deep" at least 20 times, so I will move on from this rant.

Things I like at the moment:

60's pop music. Especially girl bands like the Shangri-Las and The Crystals. Whatever happened to the days of good pop music?

He looked kind of nice so I said I might take a chance..

Sat, 10 Jun 2006 20:56:47 GMT

As it is officially summer I will be spending the majority of my time at home watching movies. With this in mind I think it is best to judge each and every day by the movies I happened to watch. Yesterday it was "Goodfellas" and "Stardust Memories". Jesh, if I haven't mentioned this before (unlikely), Martin Scorsese and Woody Allen = heroes in life.

Yesterday I also took a walk down by the river. I have a very love/hate relationship with this river (The Columbian I believe). At night, with the moon it's pretty beautiful and the grass along the banks can be pretty nice to lay in, but during the day it is filled with some of the most obnoxious people you can imagine. I forgot dusk. At dusk it almost makes this town seem a little idyllic, until you drive home past all the McDonalds and Dennys.