**11/8/2002**
I was driving tonight, with the windows down because the temperature dipped to 80 degrees (hey, that's COOL where I come from) and it was a pleasant evening. A heavy scent of gardenias wafted in through the open car window, and I leaned my head out to catch the more of the scent. Unfortunately, there was still about four inches of window that hadn't gone down all the way and I smacked my browbone on the top edge. So my head hurts, and I have a tender bruise, and it looked stupider than all hell to boot. But other than that, the day wasn't too bad, as I used my carpentry skills...actually there should be air quotes and intentional misspelling there....my 'skillz' to make a headboard for my bed and to convert an old crappy chest of drawers into an armoire. Nothing beats a chick with a power tool...except maybe Ty with a power tool. Oh yeah, that definitely wins.
**11/5/2002**So, what's going on? Well, the answer is simple. Nothing. I like doing nothing, in fact if I could figure out a way to get
paid for it, I'd be quite content. Actually, I do have a new hobby. One that further thrusts me into the Realm of the Geeks. I can't stop playing the "Two Towers" game on playstation. Why haven't I written? Why don't I look for a job? Because gosh darn it that Aragorn is so damn fun to play with.Watched 'Snatch' again. Adore it even more with every viewing. And on that note: THE TRANSPORTER. Go see it before it leaves the theater. Oh, the plot's stupid but when you mix shirtless Jason Statham with explosions and fight scenes and fast driving, you can't lose! (there are 3 gratuitous shirtless scenes...one for every time I've seen the movie) Also, there's one moment where he totally pulls a Wolverine move. I squealed quite loudly.
The second Best of U2 comes out today. Ah, how nice to have a birthday convenient to the release date. Thanks, guys.
Currently reading 'Fury' by Salman Rushdie. I love this man. Words become more than words when he writes. Still think 'Ground Beneath Her Feet' is better, but hey, I'm only 80 pages in. So we'll see.
Got a call from the one agency I decided to send pics to. 'How tall are you?' --- 'Four inches below the minimum.' ---'Damn. I was hoping you'd be at least 5'7" for local work. We only do fashion here, but you should try agencies that handle commercial models.' ---'Um. Okay. Thanks anyhow.' ---Both my grandfathers hit over six feet, but no. I gotta be average. Didn't really have my hopes up anyhow, but it's frustrating to know that I could have had an easy side job. In my pursuit to be paid for doing absolutely no work, I also submitted to the agency casting extras for movies filming down here. Unfortunately, the Fast and the Furious 2 have pretty much wrapped. So much for my anti-Puritan work ethic.
Gotta vote today. As a firm Anti-Bush believer it doesn't really matter who's running against Jeb! Hell, I think I'd even vote for Jesse Ventura at this point. And what is with the exclamation mark. It's never just 'Jeb.' It's Jeb!
Like you need motivation to even utter his name. Jeb. Nah, don't wanna vote for him. Jeb! Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Pass the shotgun, crank up the honky tonk and let's string up some homos cause we're a-votin' for Jeb! That Jeb! is one exciting guy. Isn't it funny how many people in the Bush family are braindead junkies? IOkay. Deep breaths. No need to get carried away. Fuck. Now I just thought of that whole Bush with a boner during the party noms a few years ago. It's like a childhood trauma; you try to forget it but sometimes it escapes that little box you hid it in.
On that note I think I'll go bash my head against a wall. Night.
**11/3/2002** -- Had one of those dreams where I'm myself, only I'm someone else as well. This time I was Luke, and while I would have preffered to have been taking a shower as Luke, instead there was this really weird thing where Luke had a secret cigarette habit, and so in the dream, Luke/I kept trying to secretly smoke cigarettes in the diner while no one was paying attention, except all the cigarettes were soggy because our clever hiding spot was the ice bin.