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Friday, 04.19.02 >> 12:01 a.m.
can't sleep the clowns will eat me
Oh, my, yes. The Foot-in-Mouthitis is acting up again, ladies and gents. Shock of the month: That you, Pandora, actually read this rambling piece of crap I call a blog. *LOL* Well, I did give you the link, and I don't have any problem with you reading it. In case you blocked my email, and on the small chance you'll come here again: You can look up the comment I was being petty about in Drew's blog -- it's the Moulin Rouge entry. Comment 1, courtesy Neonmouse, Comment 2: Evil EggieBitch, Comment 3: Drew Yes, I'm perfectly aware of how stupid the comment I made was, but what's said is said. Actually, it really doesn't bother me to be mean to this girl, to her face or behind her back, although behind her back is more common these days. *shrugs* There are issues with her from my old school. It's your basic, run of the mill back-stabbing story, in any case. But! I'm human, so now I'll eat crow. All the anger in those entries IS directed at Drew, by the way. It's not healthy, it's not nice, I know, but I'm not sure what else to do with myself. Hope you don't mind, I'll try to be nicer when I finally get over all this. I do respect you, I do like you, and if anything, the only people I'm angry at over this "breakup" are myself, and Drew, which may or may not be unreasonable. Obviously none of all this was your fault and I'm not so stupid that I don't understand this. Not much else I can say; in any case, once again all that anger is not directed at you in any way. // up top baby / comment // Thursday, 04.18.02 >> 11:15 p.m.
nobody cares at all
STUPID CALCULUS! You make my world sad. Ordinary day with ordinary ways, yeah. I put the handles on the mugs I threw in ceramics. They're fat little coffee mugs. Pretty. Then I practiced the piano. Whee! Eggie knows most of her Bach Prelude and Fugue. This is also good. There were actual French speakers in French today...God, I felt SO STUPID. Bah. Time to do French. OH CRAP! I still have to ink that prom bid! // up top baby / comment // Wednesday, 04.17.02 >> 11:42 p.m.
the whole concept is giggle-worthy
Oh, I forgot my dreamblog. Just some short ones today. Everything's fuzzy, it's been too long since the actual dream. Last night I dreamt I was first at Berkeley. Doing what, I have no idea, but I had the feeling I was on campus. All of a sudden, I was back in a bedroom that vaguely resembled my parents, talking to James F. James is laughing about something. I have a piece of butcher paper on which I am drawing a landscape of the Berkeley campus in pencil, but I just can't get it right. All of a sudden, I realize that I just have to move a cylindrical structure down in the picture, or remove it altogether. I erase it and everything finally comes together. I am at the mall with my family, going through a shop that looks like BeBe or some other skanky-fashion type store I'd never shop at. I'm looking for a top to go with the skirt I'm going to wear to prom, and I find the perfect black sleeveless top. So I buy it. On sale. Damn, I'm good. My best friend Nancy has joined me, and we start talking to each other. Suddenly, I am in the ceramics room with Nancy. I realize that the brooch I was going to wear with my dress is actually an ugly, neon-green plastic toy with red beads of some sort and I throw it away in disgust. I then realize that I need to get something from Mrs. Irby. I'm not sure what it is, but it's inside a safe. Mrs. Irby puts a key in the slot of the safe, and I begin turning it; it is a mechanized lock for some reason. Then I wake up. I just realized how much I want The Dream Hunters by Neil Gaiman. It's such an awesome story. The way Neil Gaiman combines Japanese mythology (The Fox and the Mikado of Dreams is one of the original stories this is based on, I think) with his own characters is amazing. Yoshitaka Amano is now my art god. // up top baby / comment // Wednesday, 04.17.02 >> 10:19 p.m.
goodnight stars goodnight moon goodnight heroin goodnight spoon
SPECIAL! Yes, today was special. Do you know why? BECAUSE EVERY DAY IS SO FECKING SPECIAL IT MAKES ME WANT TO PUKE BLOOD! ...... *crickets chirp* Yeeeees...Eggie's just slightly tired today. Just a little. Turned in her history paper and wept inside because it was so bad. Then realized how much crap she had to do in the coming week and had a breakdown. And went to karate and got beat up, etc. That's me! Me again! Eehehe! Oh, crap...guess this means I don't need to do Goth Eggie as pathetic angst comic niches have already been filled. Augh. Pentasmal is now going in the comics section. she's lump, she's lump, she might be dead
she's lump, she's lump, she's in my head I likes the Presidents of the United States of America. Double happy hugs to Britta for her loan of her CDs. ^_^ And Des is right, "Naked and Famous" is the rockingest cool song ever. Oh, also, Oliver lent me some comic books today...aahhh...graphic novels...That Hellboy comic is really damn cool. And the artist is from right here in the Northwest! That rocks so hard it's not even funny. Disney even used the art style for Atlantis. Hoo. Eggie loves Choo Choo Bear. Ugh, so incoherent right now. More bitching, ignore this last segment if you don't want to partake in cranky eggie goodness. So Eggie was a creepy stalker obsessive freak and read Drew's diary. Seeing a somewhat inane comment from an ex-friend, she decided to go Bitch all the way and made a mean, stupid comment. Surprisingly, Drew wrote back, 'If you're going to call someone a "brainless prat" over something as simple as a typo you need to have that stick removed from your posterior before my boot joins it. Life is short, be nice,' which amuses me greatly. Oh, yes. If I didn't want to give away my identity, I'd probably write back. Yeah. Don't give me that bullshit, I was everything if not nice while I was at Valley and look where that got me, ehn? You're one to talk. Oh, yes, you're just the epitome of nice, aren't you, dear. Yeah. You know what? You can eat me. With worcestershire sauce. Eggie's going to go be cranky in bed now. // up top baby / comment // Wednesday, 04.17.02 >> 10:40 a.m.
smart hat smart hat i wish i had a smart hat
Holy crap, I must have been on crack when I wrote that last entry last night...oh well... Quick stop to the library during break. I remember why I hate high school so much...trying to get through frosh hall is like trying to swim up a waterfall. // up top baby / comment // Wednesday, 04.17.02 >> 01:45 a.m.
croikey en't she a beaut
AAAAH! I FINALLY FINISHED! *weeps tears of blood* EXCEPT IT WON'T PRINT! *weeps more blood* Why, WHY, WHY?! Practiced the piano today again...God, I suck...must...practice more...except...no time? What? GAHHH! *falls over twitching* I lost the prom bid I designed! ACCCCK! WHERE THE HELL IS IT?! GAAAH! I HAVE TO INK IT AND TURN IT IN! *Weeps* Well, what's the freaking point, I don't have a date anyway (unless, I, um, ask him, but God only knows when I'll see him next, if I even see him ever again). Gavin said that it was an exercise in futility to ask that boy out...waaah, I weep...so...futile... Shouldn't have looked at his blog again, but I did and now I'm worse off for it...I made that mean comment, yes I did, but does he even know where all that hate comes from, why I'm so mean over something as stupid as that? her shitty spelling skills, in fact, are the least of her most endearing qualities, yes, it's definitely not the spelling, i don't have a stick up my ass...you want to kick it? why don't you pucker up and kiss it instead, i'll kick you right back, among other things, you certainly deserve it after all you've done to me, how can you even stand to see yourself in the mirror when you wake up I know I can barely get up these days myself...what have you done to me...you have no right to judge me, you don't know me, I don't know you, not any more... Oh yes, I am so over him, really I am, yes. It's just late, I'm tired, I'm exhausted, the marker fumes from earlier tonight have addled my tired and beaten brain...yes...sleep...is...good... *dead eggie* stupid poppy seed aftertaste...i hate you costco muffins, you are pure lard but you taste like yummy...if only you didn't leave such a nasty aftertaste...if only you were real opium...oh how i need opiates right now... // up top baby / comment // Wednesday, 04.17.02 >> 12:16 a.m.
you could make a killing
EEEK! SOMEBODY DREW ME FANART! *squeals in delight* Look! Enihoo, felt compelled to inform everybody that I have, in fact, actually drawn some new artwork and uploaded it to my gallery. Not much -- just some Pissed-Off Panda pics and a crappy, sad cartoon for the Cardinal Times. Okay, Eggie's done stalling. Time to do the fuck-tastic extra history assignment Ms. Snyder dumped on us for no apparent reason today. There once was a woman named Snyder
Who had so much rage inside her
The paper she assigned to her class
She pulled out of her ass
Apparently it's gone even tighter // up top baby / comment // Tuesday, 04.16.02 >> 11:14 p.m.
this is merely a test of the emergency broadcast system
In response to your rant, which I see was almost entirely directed at me (whereas my rant was not, in general directed at anybody in particular), I have to clarify -- again, I see you've taken a lot of what I've said the wrong way. I do not enjoy being talked down to. I am not completely ignorant of the Bible. Yes, there are probably some more obscure passages or even Old Testament books that I know nothing about, but all the major events in the Bible, ie, Creation, Noah, Exodus, etc. etc., and then some (Job? what happened to Job?! a whole lot of shit, that's what!) plus the Ten Commandments, are all in my head somewhere, however rusty my knowledge is. I'm not saying I know everything about the Bible, there are obviously people who have studied it and know a lot more about it. However, I am not some ignorant heathen who knows nothing about the Bible. This afternoon, when I asked about the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, I was aware of the general destruction of the two cities and the outcome -- it's just the details about the angels and finding 40 clean inhabitants that was a little fuzzy. Yes, joking about the Bible is probably not the wisest thing to do in the world (although the Simpsons managed to do it successfully), but then again, since when do our topics of conversation actually dwell in the range anywhere near acceptability? And yes, it was my big mistake on the date of the Schism and Reformation...I don't know what I was thinking. But the point is NOT the semantics of dates and stuff, the point is that after all this time the church should be able to come to some sort of understanding with all its various sects. I'm not saying I am against Protestants (bloody heretics) and that there should be yet another bloodbath and Inquisition, I am saying that I hope that there can be a resolution of doctrines in the near future. Yes, the most important feature of any Christian religion is the relationship with Christ, I am quite aware of this, but once you get past that there are all sorts of little titschy dogmatic details that, however nagging and seemingly unimportant, still need to be resolved -- especially in terms of interpretation of the Bible. Some churches don't allow for personal interpretation. Some do. Whether or not they should is a whole different issue, but the fact that there is this disagreement is still an important fact -- Scripture, while not an absolute governing force, is, like you said a guidebook -- and figuring out how to use it correctly, whether or not it is the MOST important issue, is still an issue that needs to be addressed. I did not say that the ritual of the Catholic mass was important and beautiful because it was ritual...yes, I am aware that meaning comes from what you give a ritual. Obviously. If it didn't, then, yes, of course, the Catholic mass would just be some crazy guy wearing a cossack chanting in some dead language and going on about a bit of flat, dry, flavorless bread and some watered-down wine. I thought I stated this, this is true of all rituals. And finally, I am not against the concept of evangelizing. Yes, ideally, a Christian should spread Christian ideals by demonstrating Christ's love (and, yes, ideally, the person should be so impressed that they will in fact convert). Unfortunately, this is often-times not the case. People are stupid. They are not always inclined to accept a good thing for one reason or another. And because people are stupid, the methods used in evangelizing and the stated ideas behind the reasons for evangelizing are what leave me with such a bad taste in my mouth -- the worst example of evangelizing being Jack Chick's so-called "religious tracts (definitely the best example of what Ben calls "weird, crazy people, who are either sincere but misguided (horribly misguided), or purposely working evil"). However, I am aware that not all Christians (or even very many, I should hope) are this extreme in their ideas, but every time I've encountered the concept of evangelization, it is based in the immediate assumption that every other religion is wrong, instead of trying to find common ideas and possibly trying to come to an understanding (but not necessarily an acceptance)of differing points. Buddhism is a beautiful religion. So is Hinduism. And Islam. And so on and so forth. But the main Church I have been to (outside of my Catholic school experience) obviously took the stance that these were horribly misguided heretics who should be pitied and brought to "see the Truth." Yes, not all Christian evangelists are like this, but to some degree, I think that an arrogance is inherent in methods of evangelizing. That is what bothers me, not the spreading of Christianity. And no, I was not calling you Tim. Unless you happen to be, as stated, the son of a Lutheran Pastor (and unless some ordination has gone on in your family that I'm not aware of), I am referring to a different friend. // up top baby / comment // Tuesday, April 16, 2002 >> 04:01 p.m.
a classic catch 22
A formidable creature half lion and half eagle, the griffin is said to be one thousand times stronger than any lion and five thousand times as arsighted as an eagle. It has a strange talent that when people are around it, they find themselves unable to lie. The griffin is also said to be feirce and untamed. It was a protecter against evil and people often wore talismans of a griffin's claw to protect them from demons. Griffins were often used as trasport for the gods. They were also reputed to swoop down from the montains on occasion and pick up goats and small horses and bring them back to their nests for their young. YES! Aside from the really sad spelling skills, COOL! Ooohh, I still feel like doody. Except this time I think it was the coffee I had with my lunch. Uggghh. So...nauseated...somebody bring me a basin. *Eggie turns green* People often mistake my joking about Christianity for ignorance of the religion. Yes, I still have a long way to go in building my faith, but I do, in fact, know something about Christianity, not just from, you know, ten years in a Catholic school, but also just from discussion with friends of mine, especially Tim, who is the son of a Lutheran pastor, and whom I respect for the amount of time he's spent thinking about his faith and trying to sort things out. Also, I'm not so sure why people are so quick to dislike Christianity, especially Catholicism. Benly one states that in part it may be because of the fact that it's all too easy to fall into the trap of believing in the ritual more so than the actual faith itself, which I do concede is true. Also, many people have had bad experiences with the Catholic Church, which is understandable. Well, let me rephrase. I do understand why people dislike the Church, but my main concern now is the need for reform within the Catholic Church. I commend Pope John Paul for his efforts on trying to find common ground with other religions, not just with non-Christian ones such as Islam and Judaism and even Buddhism, but also within the other sects of Christianity as well. I do think that it's time to try and come to an understanding...it's been what, a thousand years or so, give or take a century, since the Schism and Reformation? And yes, I do agree that the Catholic Church has developed in such a way that ritual sometimes overshadows the faith. However, I think this largely evolved from need -- the fledgling Church needed SOME way to be able to make the faith more accessible to the newly-converted pagans, and integration of pagan rituals was one of these ways. But now that we've entered the 21st century, I think that there needs to be an awareness on the part of worshipers, there needs to be the ability to distinguish between what is merely rote ritual and what is the actual faith -- and I would like to think that to some degree this is present. I'm not saying that this ritual is a bad thing, because that is what has helped shaped Catholicism into the religion it is today. Even though I may not have enjoyed it in grade school, in retrospect, I think the Catholic mass as a whole can be a very beautiful and meaningful experience if done correctly, just as any other ritual belonging to any other religion can be. I am merely wary of mindless worship, that is, worship done for the sake of appearances. In a lot of ways, I think that is why I have been in recent years alienated from organized religion and why I have been unable to find myself an actual established religion. I am very reactionary in many ways, and I take offense at some things very easily, and one of these things is anything I perceive to be a threat or criticism of my faith. My faith is a very personal thing, not only because I have been trying to find it for so long, but also simply because that is the nature of faith. While I am aware that I still need to develop it, I do not appreciate others imposing their belief systems on mine. There is a difference between intelligent religious discussion and blatant, mindless Bible-pounding, and I certainly don't appreciate the latter. Of course, I am usually able to distinguish between the two, but sometimes the distinction isn't all that clear. It's one of those things I still need to figure out, and I find that it has affected my ability to find an established religion I am comfortable with, especially because my opinion on evangelizing seems to be so different from what I have experienced in churches outside of Catholicism -- at least, at my old school, there was not as much emphasis on it as I've seen in a couple of the churches I've tried to join. Is it really the Christian's responsibility to "save the heathens from the all-consuming snares of the four-lettered place of eternal fire and damnation?" In some ways, yes, but I still can't reconcile this with my belief that everybody is entitled to their own religious beliefs and should have the opportunity to develop them without interference from others. That is what I think is most important...I think it's much more valuable to have worked through your faith (and in the process growing closer to it, whatever you believe) to come to the conclusion that shapes your belief, rather than having something slammed into your brain, whether it is Christianity or some other religion. I guess this is a pretty obvious observation, but nevertheless, I think it's a very important one -- and maybe it's something people tend to forget sometimes. And maybe I don't need an actual church to be an actual Christian. But I think that's probably laziness talking -- I do believe that actively going to church is necessary for building your faith (although given my current actions, it isn't obvious that I believe this). I do need to make the clarification for some that I am aware that the act of going to church does NOT make you Christian. Also, it saddens me that things have passed that the Catholic Church now has to deal with priests and even bishops facing accusations and charges (many of them justified) of child molestation. I'm not saying that this was a sudden development; it definitely has been going on for years and years. I definitely think it was a great wrong of the Church against the faithful to go down the path of hushing everything up instead of coming out in the open, admitting wrongdoing, and trying to clean everything up. I worry that the efforts it is currently making may not be enough to repair the damage that this cover-up and sin has caused within the Church. And I now think that celibacy within the priesthood may not have been the wisest course of action. The purpose of the Holy Order is to give your life to God, and supposedly giving up your natural impulse in order to focus more fully on God is an admirable thing. The question now is whether or not this is something God really wants or even expects of us as humans. Yes, we are human. Of course, this doesn't excuse sin as it is our responsibility to work towards overcoming it, whether we are successful or not -- but is giving up a natural function like sexual impulse required to grow closer to God? Sexual impulse is not itself something sinful, but only becomes so when it becomes a dominating feature of your life, as does everything else in life -- the old adage "everything in moderation" is better advice than you think. And the fact remains that celibacy was principally instituted in the Church in order to keep Church lands from being completely distributed to heirs of married priests, making it a more pragmatic than dogmatic issue. Ideally, celibacy may have its moral benefits, but unfortunately, it sometimes makes falling victim to perversions easier. I read in Newsweek that many times, these priests who are pedophiles enter the Holy Order in part because they believe that taking the vow of celibacy will give them the willpower to resist their urges, when in fact the structure of the Church is actually quite conducive to them, with its use of altar boys in Church ceremony and its general nature of secrecy. In any case, I'm not even sure I am in a place to argue against the Church, as I am not actually a member, having not been baptized in any Christian church at all. But I still consider myself Christian in many of my beliefs, and I certainly do believe in God and Jesus, which...you know...kind of is the core of Christianity. I'm not claiming to be some all-knowing Christian guru, so please don't take offense. In fact, I'm not so sure this argument is about the rightness or wrongness of sects of Christianity or even Christianity as a whole. I'm not preaching anything. Just sorting through my own beliefs, which are very muddled indeed. I'll probably be eating a lot of crow in later entries, because I'm tired and didn't write down my relatively well-thought out arguments from earlier...so, of course, I've already forgotten them. // up top baby / comment // Tuesday, 04.16.02 >> 12:36 a.m.
someone tell me why i do the things i do when you're around
Ooooh, I feel like doody again. I just realized my piano syllabus is in two weeks. I am so screwed. I'm beyond screwed. This is like, SUPER DUPER FUCKED with a BIG STICK OF, you know...PAIN. I don't know my theory. I barely know my pieces. Oooh...crap. Ohhh....crap. Eleven years of work down the drain... Also, I looked at Pandora's livejournal again. I really shouldn't have. I really, really, really have to move on. No more hurting, Eggie, no more! Eggie thinks no more on't Ahahaha, Saje wins quote of the day...she said she liked the stark black and white morality of my new blog design... TEENAGE FBI! Eggie sleeps now. // up top baby / comment // Monday, 04.15.02 >> 11:36 p.m.
nuthin fits like a ritz
Errggghh, girls...if any guy EVER insinuates that females are the weaker sex, ask them if they're capable of bleeding for a week without dying. Errggh. Need. Pain killers. Now.
That's for sure
bah, soft-spoken? bah. Pissed Off Panda needs some friends, as does Goth Eggie. Let's see, so far there's Stick Bug, and Generic Angular Mammalian Creature...but he got eaten in the first strip. Maybe Pissed Off Panda can vomit him up or something...everything disagrees with him. Oh, I'll add Ritalin Squirrel, eventually. Goth Eggie still needs friends, tho'. If only she wasn't so damn antisocial. // up top baby / comment // Monday, 04.15.02 >> 10:48 p.m.
sucker punches heaven sent
Eggie made the coolest mix today! Voila: Eggie's Neato-Incognito Mix Soul Quality Quartet // Toda Tersafeira (Jazzanova Rework)
Da Lata // Rio Vida
Cibo Matto // About A Girl (Nirvana cover)
Sneaker Pimps // Post Modern Sleaze
A Life Less Ordinary // The Cardigans
Aimee Mann // You Could Make A Killing
Okkervil River // Kansas City
Kristen Barry // Ordinary Life
Radiohead // Cruel Intentions
Placebo // Every You Every Me
Dandy Warhols // A Bohemian Like You
Eels // My Beloved Monster
Deep Blue Something // Hell In Itself
Sting // Until
Velvet Underground // The Royal Tenenbaums
Rufus Wainwright // Hallelujah
Julie Doiron // Will You Still Love Me In December
Craig Armstrong // This Love
Julie Doiron // Le Piano
Lifehouse // You Belong To Me Argh, my punk mix turned into an Indie/Emo mix. *coughs* What do I do with my two really cool punk covers, then? *whimpers* Where to put Sid Vicious?! Enihoo, Eggie needs to do her French homework. Wheeee. Madame Bovary. So. Exciting. AGGHHH! I forgot to practice the piano! I'm SCREWED! My syllabus is in two weeks! *panics* // up top baby / comment // Sunday, 04.14.02 >> 08:17 p.m.
neato incognito
Apologies for the crappy ugliness of the current color scheme. I'm in the process of trying to redesign it...nothing fancy, just some images to spruce up the page. Enihoo, I just finished watching "Being John Malkovich." God, I love that movie. It's so creepy-cool...that part where John Malkovich goes through his own porthole and falls into the world where everything is Malkovich is classic. I went to a prospective Cornell student reception today. And...I met this guy named Nathan there. Heh. He seemed really, really cool...I think Eggie is smitten. *wink, nudge* But she hasn't the guts to find out if he's taken; he probably is...all the good ones are. *crestfallen* // up top baby / comment // Saturday, 04.13.02 >> 04:46 p.m.
those were the old days intermittent old ways
Shite. Not only am I a complete basket case, I've got a really bad case of dandruff too. *shudder* But that movie's cool anyway. Advice I'll always remember. Damn. Whoah. I know kung fu. Yay! // up top baby / comment // Saturday, 04.13.02 >> 02:53 a.m.
the tolling of the iron bell draws the faithful to their knees to hear the softly spoken magic spells
I really gotta do something about this isomnia.
Chase the sun in my head
Blistered skin turning red
I can't complain
It's something to do
Cloud my mind and erase you Since you're gone
All is wrong
Nothing feels the same down here
And if you're gone
And I'm alone
Whose heart will I scar now dear? Fall in, fall out
Break free, break down Feel my legs pushing through
This world I built around you
I know the blame
Is not upon you
I know the heartless things I chose Fall in, fall out
Break free, break down
One look and I die
One kiss, goodbye Drag this frown from my face
Force a smile to take its place
I can pretend that I'm not confused
And I don't need the likes of you Fall in, fall out
Break free, break down
One look and I die
One kiss, goodbye
-- "scar," fuel And if you think that's cliche, you should see the angst pic I cranked out last night at 5 am. // up top baby / comment // Saturday, 04.13.02 >> 01:37 a.m.
because krispy kreme rocks my world
I must say, Youth In Revolt: The Journals of Nick Twisp by CD Payne is an insanely twisted, awful, fantastic little book. I guess these many months of blogging have finally given me the sick voyeuristic tendency of reading other people's diaries, even if they're fictional -- thus Bridget Jones's Diary and Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging. Anyway. Youth In Revoltis yet another diary-novel, but instead of sexually frustrated females, it's the diary of a sexually frustrated fourteen year old male with a penchant for using big words and mostly pretentious intellectualism who lives in Oakland. Although it drives me nuts that he talks (writes?) like a wannabe Ivy League alum (in his case, Stanford alum) as do ALL his associates, it's really a deliciously twisted little book. Unfortunately it seems to have come at a bad time for me, as it's completely about sex, lust, and carnal gratification and Nick Twisp's frustrating pursuit thereof. But it's given me a remarkably cynical view of the whole business now. Even if Nick is a self-described intellectual, he really is quite the idiot. Every single one of these characters is a selfish, ego-centric idiot who really have no clue what they're after, even after they've already gotten, you know, the BIG IT. Maybe that's why it appeals to me so much. Much like Dangerous Liaisons, these horrible little characters are people you silmultaneously hate to love and love to hate. Okay, I didn't mean for this entry to turn into a book review, but it really is a great read. I have a tendency to withdraw from reality by reading a lot or watching movies when I'm depressed. The ability to spontaneously lapse into catatonic schizophrenia would be a godsend. Also watched "The Cider House Rules." I really wish I hadn't read the book before I saw the movie, but I think I really would have liked it if I hadn't read it. Michael Caine was perfect as Dr. Larch, and John Irving did an admirable job in cutting down his novel for the screen. I just downloaded the coolest punk cover of "With Or Without You." Gonna make the best punk/ska mix ever for morning upper music, then I'll make a jazz mix for, you know, brooding, and then I'll finally finish my damn "God-I-Wish-I-Was-Getting-Some" mix. I guess that's another thing I do now when I'm wallowing in self-pity, I make mix after mix after mix. Although it always takes so damn long because downloading music on 56 dialup is excrutiatingly slow. Through some cruel twist of fate, "Isn't It Romantic" is stuck in my head and playing on loop. Earlier I had Celtic harp music playing. I think something's gone wonky with my mental jukebox, or I've started to go nutters. // up top baby / comment // Friday, 04.12.02 >> 12:08 p.m.
that just en't right
Oooooh, I feel like doody. // up top baby / comment // |