or do these kinda sound the same?
crying lightning VS. ookami otoko no Uta
well? well? there are similar elements in the songs, i think.
i'm also positive starfucker and neon indian are in cohoots together, like, collaborating or..have teamed up.
wait. you want to know what happened since i mentioned "ehhh" in the saigo no posto (last post)?
mmm, it was decent. it was the best towards the end, for me, and not just because i was going to be home sooner. i connected and met some people..it was nice.
otherwise, still pondering about the future, regrettably, and other very stupid thoughts.
that usually include boys. that are cute. and around my age. ?
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August 15, 2009
May 27, 2009
the HAMMER OF JUSTICE is UNISEX
as am i.
so.
here we are, back in the united states. when i returned i didn't really feel as if anything was remotely different--just sorta like a return to normalcy and sunshine. quite the contrast i experienced when i was in england for the first time. there was this nonexistent transition.
i can't explain it and i wish it didn't come off so easy. i would've preferred a little mental and physical distress, but i guess that's just me.
i haven't been up to much since my return except watching too much tv (hence the title of this post. can you figure out where it's from? i was surprised it came up where it did, but, you know, kids this days...) and frequenting target (that was probably the place i missed most when i was in europe), but now i find myself yearning for good ol' city centre with it's primark and leisure walking times. i also long for moo-moos and i really regret having high tea only twice--the first time without even trying scones with the clotted cream! oh! it's a travesty.
i'm still concerned about if anything happened back in march..if anything.
so.
here we are, back in the united states. when i returned i didn't really feel as if anything was remotely different--just sorta like a return to normalcy and sunshine. quite the contrast i experienced when i was in england for the first time. there was this nonexistent transition.
i can't explain it and i wish it didn't come off so easy. i would've preferred a little mental and physical distress, but i guess that's just me.
i haven't been up to much since my return except watching too much tv (hence the title of this post. can you figure out where it's from? i was surprised it came up where it did, but, you know, kids this days...) and frequenting target (that was probably the place i missed most when i was in europe), but now i find myself yearning for good ol' city centre with it's primark and leisure walking times. i also long for moo-moos and i really regret having high tea only twice--the first time without even trying scones with the clotted cream! oh! it's a travesty.
i'm still concerned about if anything happened back in march..if anything.
May 8, 2009
the late Update
i really feel like i need to post something since i have all this fucking drafts that will eventually be done in the near future, quite possibly when i get back home from this long, long, long, long, trip. there will be pictures galore and awkward anecdotes that will fill this webspace and hopefully induce seizures, laughter, and the spontaneous urge to break out in interpretive dance.
ok, so my trip here is near it's end and i haven't been to all the places i wanted to go (hmmm..money is a huge issue here), but it's still been splendiferous. been working on my social experiment observations..i guess that reference will make more sense when i finally post up the "3 bitches in dublin" thing i started ages ago..anyway, look for my critically acclaimed, soon-to-be award winning book about how people act when they're drunk/sober/angry/bitching/faking to be totally nice when they're really a fucking conniving wannabe ho--it's gonna have everything. it'll be accompanied by pictures of eggwhore, leggy lips, some pretty boys/girls, and pancakes. it's such a shame i lost my original notebook because i had recorded some good shit in there (also rather informational and personal).
i'm waaaaaaaaayyyy looking forward to getting back home..sort of. i would totally stay longer in europe if i had more money and had planned more shit out. one thing i'm really looking forward to (among driving my car--which is actually bad for the environment, i know--,eating cheap and delicious fruit, and target) is seeing passion pit. i have seen one live kinda band here and they were great. The lead singer had the moves. It was in scotland. Yeah, no, they were absolutely pussy-riffic. As in they had no fucking great rocking aura about them and the band members seemed extremely eclectic, in a horrible-clashing-you-don't-belong-together-in-a-band way. I'm way bummed i couldn't see the joy formidable in oxford and that i fucking missed mstrkrft in glasgow. i'm most fucking gutted about the mstrkrft cuz they were playing real close to where i was staying and i was being a lazy fuck stying in and sleeping--goddammit. this upsetting rant will be continued in the past with my post about scotland so i might elaborate on that later/earilier(?).
today we'll be going to stonehenge and some other towns around there. it's fucking raining and windy which equals fucking cold. i mean, i like rain, but not when we're gonna probably be out all day and shit like that. this trip was also on a fucking friday..coulda been doing other things. going to other places on our own. i guess i'm mostly pissed off about everything (group trips) being pushed til the end. bullshittt. ish.
i hope that's long enough to quell your insatiable thirst for the some of the events in my life so far. i gotta try to do some evaluation now.
alas. no love interests here.
relatively cute, but genuinely intangible.
ok, so my trip here is near it's end and i haven't been to all the places i wanted to go (hmmm..money is a huge issue here), but it's still been splendiferous. been working on my social experiment observations..i guess that reference will make more sense when i finally post up the "3 bitches in dublin" thing i started ages ago..anyway, look for my critically acclaimed, soon-to-be award winning book about how people act when they're drunk/sober/angry/bitching/faking to be totally nice when they're really a fucking conniving wannabe ho--it's gonna have everything. it'll be accompanied by pictures of eggwhore, leggy lips, some pretty boys/girls, and pancakes. it's such a shame i lost my original notebook because i had recorded some good shit in there (also rather informational and personal).
i'm waaaaaaaaayyyy looking forward to getting back home..sort of. i would totally stay longer in europe if i had more money and had planned more shit out. one thing i'm really looking forward to (among driving my car--which is actually bad for the environment, i know--,eating cheap and delicious fruit, and target) is seeing passion pit. i have seen one live kinda band here and they were great. The lead singer had the moves. It was in scotland. Yeah, no, they were absolutely pussy-riffic. As in they had no fucking great rocking aura about them and the band members seemed extremely eclectic, in a horrible-clashing-you-don't-belong-together-in-a-band way. I'm way bummed i couldn't see the joy formidable in oxford and that i fucking missed mstrkrft in glasgow. i'm most fucking gutted about the mstrkrft cuz they were playing real close to where i was staying and i was being a lazy fuck stying in and sleeping--goddammit. this upsetting rant will be continued in the past with my post about scotland so i might elaborate on that later/earilier(?).
today we'll be going to stonehenge and some other towns around there. it's fucking raining and windy which equals fucking cold. i mean, i like rain, but not when we're gonna probably be out all day and shit like that. this trip was also on a fucking friday..coulda been doing other things. going to other places on our own. i guess i'm mostly pissed off about everything (group trips) being pushed til the end. bullshittt. ish.
i hope that's long enough to quell your insatiable thirst for the some of the events in my life so far. i gotta try to do some evaluation now.
alas. no love interests here.
relatively cute, but genuinely intangible.
February 26, 2008
where's my goddamn eye patch???
i’ve been gone for too long, maybe? In the time of my absence I’ve watched a fucking bunch of entrancing, good/grim shit. Ok..I’m gonna start with this whole Guy Pearce stint I’ve experience (just like the Eric Stoltz one I had in December and I’m talking about suddenly watching movies featuring these people). First off was L.A. Confidential—I really don’t know why I watched the whole thing, I guess I heard something about it that triggered something in my brain or whatever—which I found intricate with interconnections involving crime and unexpected killings. It was slow going and long, but dramatic, old school, detective investigating shoot-outs ensued.
Within the same week there was also the viewing of Ravenous. Now, this was another film I vaguely remember being mentioned somewhere, primarily about the subject of cannibalism, and, lo and behold, there was Guy Pearce again (also Jeremy Davies; I suppose he’s part of a stint I had including Spank the Monkey, Lost, and this thing). It was late, i turned it IFC and was utterly transfixed to this gruesome interpretation of 1880s expansionists exploiting Native American folklore for their own evil ways. That doesn’t seem so far fetched, do it? Besides all the blood gulped down and human femurs munched on, I found the whole thing to be a very enticing thriller examining the extremes people go in order to survive—or become more powerful—like survival of the fittest sort of thing. The music was good, I mean, when they were going through the woods and stuff to the cave and when Pearce’s character was in the woods—it was up-beaty-folksy.
Right then. Living in Oblivion was quite good; it was fucking funny (i.e. “you hostess twinkie motherfucker”) and showed all the shit film cast and crew deal with. Very trippy too, like, there were these dream sequences…what was real? Or fake? I can’t say specifically for sure because everything bled together and continued into the next scene and it fucking tripped me out, dammit.
Lastly there was On The Water Front. Now, I guess all I knew about it was Marlon Brando playing the main guy (a li’l bit of...),
but I dinna know shit about the plot or any of the other people in this thing—Elia Kazan, Leonard Bernstein (I should know better)? To be honest I didn’t much care for whatever was going on, but the cinematography—the compositions of the shots, that was beautiful and conveyed the emotion of the situation/scene brilliantly as well as the messianic undertones (the music helped with this, too).
Within the same week there was also the viewing of Ravenous. Now, this was another film I vaguely remember being mentioned somewhere, primarily about the subject of cannibalism, and, lo and behold, there was Guy Pearce again (also Jeremy Davies; I suppose he’s part of a stint I had including Spank the Monkey, Lost, and this thing). It was late, i turned it IFC and was utterly transfixed to this gruesome interpretation of 1880s expansionists exploiting Native American folklore for their own evil ways. That doesn’t seem so far fetched, do it? Besides all the blood gulped down and human femurs munched on, I found the whole thing to be a very enticing thriller examining the extremes people go in order to survive—or become more powerful—like survival of the fittest sort of thing. The music was good, I mean, when they were going through the woods and stuff to the cave and when Pearce’s character was in the woods—it was up-beaty-folksy.
Right then. Living in Oblivion was quite good; it was fucking funny (i.e. “you hostess twinkie motherfucker”) and showed all the shit film cast and crew deal with. Very trippy too, like, there were these dream sequences…what was real? Or fake? I can’t say specifically for sure because everything bled together and continued into the next scene and it fucking tripped me out, dammit.
Lastly there was On The Water Front. Now, I guess all I knew about it was Marlon Brando playing the main guy (a li’l bit of...),
but I dinna know shit about the plot or any of the other people in this thing—Elia Kazan, Leonard Bernstein (I should know better)? To be honest I didn’t much care for whatever was going on, but the cinematography—the compositions of the shots, that was beautiful and conveyed the emotion of the situation/scene brilliantly as well as the messianic undertones (the music helped with this, too).
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