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monday, november 19, 2001
"she says all she needs is therapy -- all you need is love, is all you need.." (i cannot get this damn song out of my head. it would probably help if i stopped listening to it on repeat through the walkman gene donated to me. heh.)
let's see. gene showed up saturday in his great, big boat of a car and we spent most of the day babbling and eating. for lunch i had some food dyed corn chips and artichoke/spinach dip, for dinner there was caesar salad and a fabulous pasta dish with white wine and sun dried tomatoes innit, and a chocolatey dessert i massacred (as i only wanted to eat the white chocolate).
at some nice vibe bar we hung out and talked more (guinness beer scare me though--that foam is just WAY too dense.) and were grossed out by this horrible group of three people that spent hours having some sort of bizarre, dorky pre-thresome thing going on. by the time the horrid guy started staring at me with his fish eyes it was clearly time for us to leave. yich.
sunday was more food (i still have a box of pancakes waiting in my roommate's fridge), a drive by the new borders (i went through immigration books for dummies and realized i really am gonna be thrown out of this country once i graduate, as if i didn't already know) and a crazy movie--richard linklater's waking life.
it's that movie that was filmed as a regular movie, with actors, and then had a team of artists paint it all over so it really looks like an animated film. it's fairly surreal, very talky, and, uh.. that's about all i can say.
i had to fight urges to either walk out or fall asleep a lot. i'm sure that says more about me than the movie. other moments, i sat up straight, nodding my head with a little smile, as if i was getting something so.. undecided.
i just don't go much for existential philosophising. that's just not my bag of apples. while i find various facts and ideas intriguing as people ponder them, i don't have a great urge and need to figure out if life is real and why we are all here and ooooh, "maybe life is just a dream!"
we are here, in whatever capacity that is, wether a dream state a la matrix or.. whatever. no matter what brilliant theory i, or anybody else, can come up with to fit our lives into and feel smart about, it will always be that--a theory, until we actually die. (key queen: "is this the real life? is this just fantasyyyyyyy.." shudder.)
um. i guess it just wasn't my kind of movie, despite some really neat concepts. i know plenty of brainy people who will love it, though, so please--don't go by this to keep you from seeing it.
i've been having crap dreams anyways. gross, drawn out, uncomfortable dreams starring people i don't know anymore, family members who don't seem to know me, and odd, odd celebrities. like drew barrymore's dad. wtf?
and ugly people make bad teevee and boring people make bad journals and whacked up brain chemistry make for an uneven person. (i know, i just lost you there, hee)
"all you need is love, is all you need"
oh, and i almost got another tattoo this weekend, but then, uh, didn't. no worries. its time is coming... and i have downloaded a batch of 80s nintendo games. i'm playing kid icarus right now! (or, after i stop typing). so. cin cin. �� 12:51 p.m.
