October 31, 2005 at 5:35 pm (holidays, memories)
…until my mother sings the song. Luckily she got back from Mexico yesterday (I swear, I knew she was going, but she never told me nor my brother when).
Halloween and out we’re going, ghosts and goblins all about.
Halloween and out we’re going, out to play the game shell out!
Knock, knock, knock, and then we’ll shout!
Knock, knock, knock, shell out, shell out!
Then a gust of wind comes blowing
Blows my pumpkin lantern ouuuuuuut.
October 30, 2005 at 10:09 pm (novelty)
Heh, heh. I’m getting so. much. work. done.
Wuthering Heights roleplaying game
I remembered this after I saw my friend’s bio thingie on the GSLIS wiki that said she liked boardgames and might have a (linked) problem.
October 30, 2005 at 9:35 pm (noise, why I hate noise)
and decided everything should be so loud? You can’t work in a coffee shop, you can’t eat in a restaurant, you can’t seem to do anything without having your eardrums blown out. Don’t people realize that you can’t fix your eardrums? Idiots. I’m going to be the only person in my generation hearing when we’re in our 40s, since I use earplugs all the time. Groan. I’m ready to stage a protest in Kopi. Fuckheads.
October 30, 2005 at 6:02 pm (memories)
On I Love the ’80s–3d, one of the guys said that Lita Ford looked really hot but that she probably would smell like a dumpster. I thought that was hilarious, because my cousin and I used to watch that Van Halen “Jump” video, and we always thought David Lee Roth looked like he was smelly. People always thought I was weird for thinking that someone looked like he smelled.
October 30, 2005 at 4:38 pm (flix)
I don’t think the American version had these kinds of images.
October 29, 2005 at 9:58 pm (dating doldrums, devastating drama, jobs, marooned)
last night was weird. And then I broke my month-old camera. My dad is worried it won’t be fixable. My camera drama has really been major this year and of course it had to end in this. A broken, $400 camera. I sure know how to make a mess of things. First, I took pictures of me and Mr. I and was so delirious when I got home that I erased them. Then I lost the whole camera. Then I collected on insurance and bought a new one and now it’s broken.
I think this week has culminated in a realization that I’m never going to get over Mr. I. Yes, it’s pretty recent. And I suppose on some level I’ve always known I’ll never get over it. But it’s pretty tough to deal with. I spent my entire life looking for my true love. I met him. And he’s got horrible issues and apparently doesn’t want to be with me. No, this is not an unrequited situation–I know more than I’ve ever known anything in my life how very much I’m requited in this.
Now I’m thinking again about getting out of this place. Even though I can graduate now, I need another semester to at least look for jobs. If I leave and don’t do a music degree, then I’ll have a couple of musicology courses (next semester) under my belt and hopefully some papers for applications to other programs. Getting a library job these days is quite a long shot, so I’m probably going to have to get some sort of editorial job again since that’s my background. But that’s OK. If I can live in a city again, I’ll be so happy. This place drives me fucking nuts. It’s so parochial and it’s full of people who seem to never go anywhere.
October 29, 2005 at 9:55 pm (holidays)
hello.
I think last night was pretty successful. I wish I hadn’t been in an odd mood, but I was so pleased that there was such a wonderful turnout and there were some fantastic costumes. S and J are incredible.
October 29, 2005 at 9:35 pm (flix, holidays, memories)
just sitting around not doing much.
1. OK, Peter Jackson. Whatever. Brilliant fucking filmmaking? Have you seen the *Japanese* Ringu? Not the stupid American remake? There is no way that Samara could ever be as creepy as Sadako. Furthermore *I* read the book, and the Japanese film follows it well. Does the American version? Hell, no.
2. College kids are annoying at Halloween time. Especially here.
3. They were showing Sixth Sense. In it, Haley Joel Osment tells Bruce Willis that he should talk to his wife while she’s sleeping. I personally have always been a bit obsessed with ghosts and ghost stories and I collect them. The one experience I had was almost four years ago. I had a dream that I was at a picnic and all the people there were my dead ancestors. It was quite surreal because I swear to this day it was a very real experience. I knew that my grandmother was there somewhere but I had this wonderful feeling that time and space didn’t matter. I knew she wanted to see me and I wanted to see her very much, but I had all the time in the world and was enjoying talking to Allyn, who was married to my grandmother’s uncle. All of the sudden, everyone there started getting excited and talking animatedly. I asked Allyn what was happening, and she said, “Oh, someone just got here. We were irritated with him, but it’s not a big deal.” And right then, the phone rang–it was my mother calling to tell me that my grandfather had just died. November 30, 2001. The day before my birthday.
My grandmother died when I was two and I always missed her terribly. My grandfather remarried eight months after she died and disinherited all of us right away. My grandmother had family furniture and heirlooms from her side of the family that she’d kept and taken care of, and after she died my grandfather wouldn’t allow my mother and aunt to have them nor buy them. My mother has been angry about this for 28 years. I wonder if I will ever visit Lebanon again.
4. Yes! They’re doing a run down of scary movies, and the good version of The Haunting (the one made in 1962 that, in my opinion, follows Shirley Jackson’s novel to a T) made at least the top 20 list. It should be in the top five, but whatever. I think it’s the scariest movie ever made.
October 28, 2005 at 9:30 am (novelty)
I thought the puppy guy was weird for culling puppy photos from all over Flickr. But check this out:
October 27, 2005 at 11:32 pm (personality)
I’m seriously getting obsessed with taking my own picture. What does that say about me?
