so just a minor pet peeve; or like, a i dunno, just whine. one thing that sucks i'd say about ninety percent (90%). but isn't actually a big deal or something for me to address directly. well, in a general overall sense is that jodi is queen interupter. to degrees that are astonishing; i mean, you are in a the middle of a movie? she'll just come in & talk to you. same thing for a book, a conversation, an anything. this was explained though; or not explained...disclaimed. its already been pointed out that maybe jodi is a psycho when it comes to media, especially movies. so shrug your shoulders frankenstein.
last night though the interupt-a-thon while i was reading was with jenny & her rehashing junior (jr.) high crushes. which is like; what can i say in that situation? i tried to play along twice: once, jenny snidely insisted that i didn't have any dating cred worth sharing (man, i worked hard to get that asexual rep in high school, but that is exactly they kind of thing that gets SECRET MAKE OUT SESSIONS). the other time, i was just talked over. so uh, i got disproprtionally irritated (since i couldn't just turn back to my book), & i went to bed. oh, only after jenny called me a name or something.
i know i was just being a delicate glass boy. mostly because jenny was pretty lingering mad at me when she came home, so we didn't have so much interaction. so right, me going to bed was me trying to be not a baby about things. like, if i'd've gone into our room to read that would have just been perceived as sulking, & had a good chance of actually being sulking. if i would've been able to find a cigarette i was going to smoke that & see if i felt more relaxed & like i could listen to another hour (1:00) of girl talk. but i didn't.
osseointegration. i'm going to take this opportunity to cut off my shadow & crow like a rooster. its all well & good to talk about how i am now one of the cyborg select, since they threw this titanium into my face. well, i had some matters clarified for me the other day. it isn't just titanium screws & plates riviting my head into a jigsaw puzzle outline. no, in fact, the titanium & my bone is bonding at a molecular level. how is that for bionic? on a molecular level, i'm part metalic. the line from "face" to "prothstetic" is blurring up, actually. chemically. so that is pretty exciting for me to know. & i guess it means i don't have to worry about my face feeling uneven once the swelling goes down. i knew i could put my trust in wolf's law.
i know that people arn't really supposed to like villiany, or at least what passes for villiany in literature & film. i mean, when i say villian i mean "likes to make girls cry" or "doesn't give a fuck about anybody" or whatever. but i don't know, don't negatopias really make sense? at least as far as personal relationships go. or, i guess i should be less general. more specific.
like, 1984ing everything. at least, i don't know. shouldn't the past be subjected to some intense viccissitudes when you get a new girlfriend or boyfriend? we have always been at war with eurasia, etc. it just seems right. i mean, i want to know the truth, too, but as secrets. i want to be able to lock away the name of her ex-boyfriend & deny it. there is no living past. so why does it writhe so tangibly in the mortuary?
if r. kelly can make pedophile films, why can't some other rapper make snuff films? why do snuff films have to be fucking urban legends. also, the thing keeping my hip hop career from lifting off is the fact that "brahm stoker" & "brimstone" don't rhyme. i'm centimeters (cm.) away from replacing white wife beaters with black trench coats. come on marshall lets take this to the grand piano. or uh, i found a diamond in the sea, washed up on the beach at coney island.
so, last night i went to see school of rock with jenny. that movie is fucking sweet. if you like rocking, or if you like jack black, or even if for some fucking weird reason you like "feel good movies," watch this film. especially if you want to see ten (10) year olds trying to pick fights because jack black taught them about punk rock. or if you want to see the asian piano prodigy dressed in a cape & playing keyboards.
last night i totally had awesome dreams. in the first, i was at some crazy post-apocalyptic roller skating rink? when suddenly, there was some crazy triathalon race across a burning oil derrick. the three events were motorcycle racing, foot racing, & fighting sharks. & i totally came in second, which astonished me, especially at the turn around where the race doubles back? & i got blow past by someone on a motorcyle! at the end, though, i found out it was "champion," the greatest racer of all time. she kept calling me "fencer malice" & tried to convince me to take my army through this technomagical gateway to another dimension rather than try to destroy this one.
in the other dream, i was onboard this futuristic aircraft carrier. i was investigating this alien cloning cult that was supposedly on board, & everytime i had a suspect, they would just jump overboard to their deaths. like, everyone on this ship was involved except a very few. eventually i triggered a self-destruct, when i started finding weird spore generating things that were supposed to be put into place at the planetary atmosphere scrubbers. when the people who were not infected went to the escape pods, the dream got more intresting. the escape pods were little clear plastic-polymer cylinders that, in order to escape the widest setting of "nuclear detonation" which i'd selected, spun really fast & were flung out of the ship at c+ speeds.
so while they spun, the people inside could see time passing at an accelerated rate, under temporal distortion. so they saw the ship explode, & large portions of the pacific rim get infected as the spores were scattered by the blast. then they saw the organic invasion fleet come, & humanity using weapons of planetary destruction as well as the aliens. eventually one of the capsules came spinning down on an antartic peninsula that was still intact. the woman inside checked the radio-archives.
i had abandoned the ship in more conventional methods, somehow. during the course of the war, it was my advice to the world governments that someone with a controled & enhanced infestation of the alien dna lead the resistance against them. after the united earth rejected my plan, & after i had already gone ahead with infecting myself, i proposed to the aliens that the best way to take the earth was to have their forces led by an individual with an enhanced & controlled genome that shared the two species dna. they agreed with me apparently, but not with me. so by this point in the future, the war was between their prince & me, each of us controlling about 1/2 the world. we looked bad ass.