Okay–done with all my posting–I want some of my cookies, damn it! Oh, I think I’m going to migrate into the library and get my portfolio, and I think I’ll make an appointment with Samuel or see if he’s there, I need to sign up for English 1B if I passed 1A.

> Nine Inch Nails - Wish
> Nine Inch Nails - Terrible Lie

On Tuesday I completely forgot that I was supposed to go into town to see Tawna to get my book and pick up my English portfolio. I ended up redecorating my room. Oh, for helping her with her x-mas lights Molly gave me this old TV that’d been collecting dust in her garage. It’s one of those TV/VCR combo things, but the VCR part doesn’t work–which is fine for me cuz I can just hook up my DVD player to it. I ended up with it on my dresser along with my stereo. That’s like my uber-electronics table now, there’s the stereo, the TV, the DVD player, and of course my huge collage looming behind it. I put up my mirror and redecorated that wall, it looks good. I took down my Matrix Reloaded poster, partly because I had to make room, partly because I’m trying to deny the existence of the shitty Matrix sequels. I watched The Doom Generation like three times, then popped in Upright Citizens Brigade–I finally watched the Little Donny episode, I could so not watch that in the living room. Later that night I lit candles and watched Dark City. I love that movie, it’ s so good. Well, at around eight I tried to go to sleep early, and laid there bored for a half-hour. I got up and watched two good episodes of Daria, then Eyes Wide Shut came on HBO, I just love Eyes Wide Shut. It was about then that I decided to make cookies. I started up the computer to blog about my cookies and Paul was on. I’ll elaborate on Paul later–but yea we talked for a while. I mixed the ingredients and dough while I watched the beginning of Eyes Wide Shut, and later timed the baking of the cookies while I IMed Paul and this other guy. The cookies came out GREAT. I was going to bring some today but I forgot. Evilness, now I’m craving them. Well yeah, I went into my room after I finished talking to Ephemeral Ties (It’s so postmodern to only know people by their screen names), and I think I read The Man In The High Castle for a few hours before I finally got to sleep at around 2:30.

> Nine Inch Nails - Sanctified

I went over to Molly’s on Monday and we did Christmas lights. It was so fun, we had this perpetual great conversation, and the lights turned out really great. We voyaged to Wal-Mart to get more lights, and I picked up my full-length mirror I’d been wanting for years. We had these great coffee drinks she made–I must find out where to get that syrup stuff–I forget what it’s called. I want to say Irish Cream…hmm. Well anyway, after we finished with the lights we watched this REALLY GREAT movie called Tenant, a Roman Polanski film. It was SO FRICKIN’ SCARY–and I have no idea why. Polanski is a genius. I think it’s because I’m scared more by things that are creepy than things that are gory. And that movie was a twenty on the one to ten creepiness scale. Well, after the movie was over, I loaned her Crash. I don’t know if she likes my tendency to want others to see the movies I like/read the books I like, but I would think it was cool if I was in her place. I have four grades I give people’s intelligences, Excellent, Fair, Poor, and Failing. They all hinge on the question “What do you like to read?”

Excellent: Has read two or more of the classics pretty much on their own volition, we’ve heard of some of each other’s favorite books and we can talk about philosophy

Fair: Has maybe read one of the classics, perhaps enjoys Ballard- or Palahniuk-esque works, perhaps has a pet author, loans a book they liked to me and it’s not insipid.

Poor: Reads romance novels and only things that are on the bestseller list, professes that they “don’t like reading” or “don’t read much,” haven’t read any of the classics on their own volition, believes what they see on TV

Failing: Professes that they “don’t read.” This state I like to refer to as the “sheep” level. These people would instantly die if supermarkets started running out of food, they believe everything they see on TV, they believe in an objective media. Calls one of the classics that they were forced to read in school a “stupid book.” (It’s especially ironic if that classic is Fahrenheit 451).

I don’t know why I felt compelled to type that out–perhaps I’ll know later.

OKGO - Return

I’m in the Drift Office–finished everything I can do as of yet. I sent my kilt back to be exchanged, and I went to wal-mart to see about the CD labels–they were $20–instead of ten like I remember. It was so pathetic, it was $10 for 30 labels and $20 for 100. It’s obvious they’re making like a 200% profit when you buy the thirty pack. Grr. I’m not buying them. But I finally caved in and decided to get my ears pierced at Slave Mart. I’m going to drag Danielle and/or Christine there today to give me moral support. I really want to track down that piercing/tatoo place that everyone in the world knows about but me, but I have a feeling there’s a conspiracy to keep me away from it. I e-mailed Dani and asked when she’s coming home today, until then I have nothing to do except blog, e-mail, and listen to music. Hmm. I guess it’s not so bad.