Wednesday, August 14, 2002
Today I saw three tall, thin, white egrets standing gracefully in the blue water and round patches of bright green grass alongside the train tracks.
It was miserably hot today. Thank cats I got to leave early, or I think that I would have died a most horrid, over-heated death up in that stupid painting room. Really, there ought to be a law to the effect that all rooms where turpentine is used must be air conditioned.
I heard a really weird song today. It was by Altered State and it was called Where's Harrison Ford? The lyrics were all about all this crazy, bad stuff happening to the singer and the chorus consisted of him singing "Where's Harrison Ford? 'Cause this must be Bladerunner." If you've blogged here before you know about me and Bladerunner. I don't know a dern thing about this group, but I must learn more. The song was, shall we say, intriguing. Anyone heard of 'em? firstname.lastname@example.org
I'd also like to hear a little more about 30 Seconds to Mars. Also a band that intrigues me.
Finished another roll of film today, much to my mother's chagrin. Alas, that is the way that I must be, photographically inclined. C'est moi, et ce n'est rien qu'on peut fair de changer ça! (sorry Helene, but it was unavoidable)
This roll has on it, among other things, a number of pictures of Rebecca and Ellen trying to unwrap Starburst with their tongues. Yes, 'ay gavult' is the proper reaction. It should also contain photos of Eva lying on the floor, which she seemed to do quite often [Eva, mono cannot be an excuse forever! :-)].
I really ought to be working on my comic book right now. I'm not. I dunno, it's just that I have to be in the mood. I'm not in the mood. Sigh. It'll never be done.
I just reread Bel Canto today. It is a very good book, equally so the second time around. You all ought to read it. It's not too long either.
There were some SAT analogy questions in the newspaper today. I got 10 out of 10 right. Boo yah! Take that, SATs! Alas, the verbal section does not trouble me. Nay, 'tis the evil section of math that disturbs my nocturnal rest. Frelling math.
Yes, you best look out for Mr. Oysterhead.
It is a desk. Not a boat. Just a very, very badly painted desk. I know what it looks like. I know I can't draw a straight line to save my life. Yes, I know. But it is, in fact, a desk. Not a boat. Not. A. Boat.
And while we're on that subject, yes, it is a salamander. Learn some catdamned mythology, people.
*i found a dime under the corner cushion
wishing it was someplace else
and so do i
so do i*
Can you really choke on apathy?
Whenever I type 'roll of film', I always want to type 'role of film'. I don't know why. I just do.
Dye the hair before senior portraits? Or after? Are those things color in the yearbook, anyway? I can't remember if they are or not. O well, what the hell (to quote McWatt), I'll dye it whenever I can get a freaking appointment and senior portraits be eternally (internally?) damned.
*you've dreamed a thousand dreams
none seem to stick in your mind*
'New features, better performance, flexibility, reliability.' Now, what would you say that was an ad for? Hmm? I ask you. I, of course, know what ad it is, since I can see it right here on my magnificently flat screen before my tired, myopic eyes, but I'd very much like to think you all out there are sitting at your sadly warped screens, puzzling your minds as to what in the world this could be an ad for.
i will not think about school starting i will not think about school starting i will not think about school starting i will not think about school starting i will not think about school starting
and i will especially not think about my little brother being in the same building as me
Argh. That was a quietly exasperated 'argh', just in case you were wondering.
I know you wonder sometimes.
Today Izzy caught a spider, but my mother killed it and disposed of it, and he didn't get to eat it. He was very upset, and after she removed it he spent quite a while looking for another spider that he could eat. He didn't find one. This is bad, because I don't want Izzy to be unhappy. Then again, this is good, because it means that our house is clear of spiders for the present. He's a pretty good hunter. If he can't find one, one is not there to be found.
Errr... OK. I've had enough.