| March 15, 2003 Irony is a part of life. Or rather, life is ironic. I just got finished writing a rather lengthy, happygolucky entry about my "relaxation" even though I was running behind schedule today blah blah blah. I went on to explain many things in great detail and talk about how even though I was incredibly laid back, for once, I was not in that icky zombie-like state of sleeplessness. That is all bull. Everything was going fine until I went to save my little masterpiece. (yeah, right) and the computer froze. Now I'm just writing to have written. To fulfill my complusion for having to have said SOMETHING to fill the slot of March 15. Blah. I'm a spoiled brat, typical American who expects things to work. Perfectly. No ifs ands or buts about it. Instant gratification, baby! But I do want to mention something that is (somewhat) interesting. Last monday I noted that I took the garbage out and intruded on a little tiff between some mad woman and my poor, innocent neighbors. I joked that she may come back in the night and slaughter them all in their sleep. Turns out they gave her a terrible black eye (I saw it with my own, perfectly healthy eyes). She knocked on their door to tell them that they needed to maintain their yard (she is the landlord) and they allegedly (we try to be politically correct here on the Laura show) slammed the door in her face..she is now scouring the neighborhood for possible witnesses. She wants to at least get the guys to pay for her doctor bills which are, of course, pretty substantial. Of course I didn't see that much since I felt incredibly awkward having intruded on the argument. The moment I saw what had happened I put my head down and fled the scene..back into my house with my tail between my legs. So the long and the short of it is that I may be appearing in court (yay?) sometime in the near future. Mixed emotions about that. Speaking of court my Dad has to serve jury duty on the seventh of April. He is not to happy because they mentioned in the summons that jurors are not to wear shorts. I'm reading a good book of short stories by J.D. Schleshinger. I bet I spelled that wrong. Anyway I thought I should mention it because my mind is on getting off of the computer and returning to the book as quickly as possible. Oh yes. Good news. I think I have figured out how to get pictures onto my site. The site I need to help me in this is MSN which is currently experiencing techinical difficulties but hopefully in the near future I will find success. Today I took pictures of my mask of pan and my gargoyle. Also my dog but unfortunately the little guy is no very photogenic, he always contorts his face (eyes bulging, ears back) so he looks like a gremlin in pictures. Not that I have anything against gremlins. I watched "Young Frankenstein" with Gene Wilder today. Good movie. I really like Gene Wilder. I haven't been watching as many B Movies as I should. Not that I'm implying Young Frankenstein is of B quality. I'm not sure what I think of it, although it did have a little B vibe going on. About a month ago I went to a play (Misery) and when I went into the bathroom I encountered a flyer advertising auditions for an Indie film to be shot here in Key West. Of course I was a day too late but the prospect excited me nontheless. I then ventured to the website (MrECreations.com) to see what the movie was about. I was happily suprised and somewhat interested in the plot. Wenesday my parents went to a play and apparently one of the actors is the man behind the movie. They showed me his discription in one of the little pamphlets play goers recieve and I was shocked! It actually said, "I enjoy long walks on the beach, cuddling and romantic comedies. Turn ons are strawberries and whipped cream." The disturbing thing is, when asked, my parents didn't think it was sarcasm. Hopefully it was (in which case he is a LITTLE redeemed, not really though) but then I am still worried that my parents didn't catch the sarcasm and/or found it acceptable. I rode my bike by the cemetary again. Not through it, yet. The gate was open and I felt tempted but I didn't have my camera with me. Creepy that I'd want one, I know, but there are some neat tombs that might be interesting to have photos of. I'm listening to that song from that Saturn commercial where the people in the car look at many children on swingsets and then go by a sign that says "now leaving childhood" or something along those lines. Good song. It is by the Walkmen. Things are okay. Saturday night. Behind "schedule." Very high-strung tonight. I'm pround of my mask of pan. Back |