Saturday, April 05, 2003
Well. Here I am. It is around 1 am on Saturday, and lo! I am awake. Not really sure why. But I am.
Normally I would not be allowed on the computer this late (or early), since my typing is violent and loud. But brother and father are at their annual fantasy baseball league draft, which means they won't be home until around 3. So I can be on the computer with impunity. Even at this unnatural hour.
In other news, AOL finally terminated our service, which for some reason also terminated my AIM screenname. I am most unhappy about that. I had had that name since 7th grade, and I had no intention of changing it. But necessity has thrust change upon me.
Damn you, necessity. DAMN YOU!!!
Why hello there, Mr. Whiskars.
Anywho, I got 3, count 'em, 3 Jhonen Vasquez comics. They are glorious beyond glory. Wonderful beyond wonder. Awesome beyond awe. They are hilarious. And well drawn. I am addicted. I need more of them.
I. NEED. MORE. SQUEE/JOHNNY THE HOMICIDAL MANIAC/ANYTHING ELSE BY MR. VASQUEZ.
My friend Liz is very, very ill. She has missed... err, I think it's 4 days of school this week. I hope that she feels better soon. School has been much less.... interesting without Liz around.
Ha HA! Mock Trial skillz YO! Mock Trial is like a god, only without the whole false idols sort of thing going on.
I am conversing on my new AIM screenname *insert wrathful sort of twitch here*. I tend towards loquaciousness when it's this late/early. Me use big word in IM. Me use complex sentence structure. My thoughts are hypercompressed into a package of glorious light!
Actually, I'm surprised that there are people online at all right now. There are 6. Well, only 2 don't have away messages on, but you know. 6! 1:15 am! That's a lot of people. 7, if you count me, which you should. Of course.
I am going to the University of Michigan!!!!
I have returned from washing my so-filthy teeth. I have millions of them, so it took me a little bit., you see. HOW DARE YOU QUESTION THE NUMBER OF TEETH I HAVE?!?!!
Socializing, it seems, can kill you.
Kids from the suburbs aren't backwater! They're just... distilled.
OK, I'm essentially rewriting a conversation I'm having right now, I need to stop it and write an actual blog.
So! We watched the movie Secretary today. It wasn't quite as disturbing as I had been worried it would be. I sort of felt at bits that I should be more disturbed than I actually was. Probably because a) it was a pretty good crowd to be watching that sort of thing with, b) it's been a damn long week and nothing is entering my brain as it should at this point, and c) I think I got the reviews I read of the Secretary mixed up in my mind with a review I read of The Piano Teacher, which I think was supposed to be a lot more disturbing.
Them's my reasons, they is. In any event, I ended up enjoying the movie. I thought the guy in it was kind of cute, and it was a funny movie, and oh I don't know, I thought it was well done and while I can write insanity this late/early, I can't analyze a movie. I just liked it.
2:00 am! 2:00 am! Here is my 2 am song:
It is two AM.
It is two am.
I am on AIM.
I am talking to someones.
I am asking if he knows anywhere boutique-y.
He doesn't really.
Parties are a good way to jumpstart your weekend.
I saw a movie tonight. It wasn't a party.
I wear randomness as a pendant.
Filtered water tastes less metallic.
That is because there is less blood in the water.
Slimy little gits!
Scare Tactics is not a good show.
And Ms. Doherty needs to put a shirt on.
No! NOOO!!! I don't want to eat the toasty souls of the damned!
I thought we were having Stove Top? I want none of this soul toast.
What is Doink? I mean, is it a noun? A verb?
Or some crazy kind of onomatopeia.
I am missing my Farscape.
I am aching in my heart for Farscape.
You and your freakish gaming appliances.
Why was Vinnin Square on fire tonight? O, why?
Still on AIM.
That was my 2 am song. I hope that you liked it. You should sing it, if you can. That makes it better.
I did it again, though. I used bits of conversation that I am having right now. I am a bad person. Vury vury bad. I need to write and not merely... transcribe. I also tossed a little Jhonen in there, just because it is so damn good.
So, I reluctantly abandoned my nefarious plot. Alas.
I am going to go, I don't know, do something slightly less insane. Yes. That's it. Sanity! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAGGGGFISH!
Hagfish, I say!