> Watching The City of Lost Children
> Later, watching Edward Scissorhands

Today sucked. Well, it was good and bad. I woke up at an okay hour–around eight. I got up and watched some TV, then I went and rode my bike down to the beach and back. Watched some more TV, then started going out and climbing this rope I have attached to a tree near the house. I think I talked to my mom for a while, and I think someone else called me. I watched the Outer Limits marathon for a while, but that turned into a Stargate marathon. I’d seen one of the Stargate episodes, so I went on the computer and typed up some sentences with the vocab cards I’d made today. Um, after that we had dinner, and I washed the dishes. I wandered into the art room, and contemplated painting a picture. Here’s where it all went wrong. I cleaned off my brushes, and then decided to paint. I tried to do it after this sketch I’d done a long time ago. It started okay, but it just turned to crap and I got all frustrated and angry, so I took the canvas out to burn it, but I couldn’t catch it on fire for the life of me. And I burned myself on my Zippo. I just wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. So I threw out the canvas, went to the fridge, got out an apple and some cheese (my comfort food) and I watched The City of Lost Children.

I went online while I was watching it, mostly to blog, and my mom was on, she sent me a paper to look at. She went to sleep though, so we didn’t get to work on editing it. Then Dan (Kelly’s boyfriend) signed on for the first time. We had a nice little chat about blogs. He signed off, but now he’s back on. We’re talking again. I guess I like him. He seems like one of those people that it would take a lifetime to unravel their motivations. The opposite of that is someone like Taggart, who is at the first level of moral development: seek pleasure, avoid pain (yes, that was an allusion to Kohlberg). Sad. People that are intelligent enough to attempt to create mysteries about themselves (like Taggart, who will remain nameless) try hard to hide the fact that all they want is attention (or pleasure, etc.). Or maybe people like Dan have motivations just as infantile as Taggart’s, but they have evolved ways of so completely masking it that they seem wholly different from people like Taggart. Hmm. This deserves further contemplation.

I’m watching Edward Scissorhands now, to get myself to cry over the painting. I’ll be emotionally backed-up if I don’t do this. Hm. Dan seems interesting. I’m reminded for some reason of the “Nobody” character in Dead Man. “He who talks much yet says nothing.” Hmm. I don’t mean it in an insulting way, I do that all the time. Just like I make sweeping inferences about a person’s personality from a few visits and an IM conversation. Hmm. He let me read this rant. It’s an interesting rant, but it seems like philosobabble (my new word). He does seem intelligent though, just not well-read enough. He needs to be pumped full of the classics and he’ll be a formidable opponent in debates. Hm. He hasn’t read Ayn Rand. Eh. I should probably get to sleep, I have to get up in the morning, and in the morning after that, and the morning after that. This week is going to suck royally. Ah, Dan had to go. I’m going to bed. But I want to finish my movie. Maybe I’ll fast-forward to the depressing part. Eh, even that would take too long. Off to bed. I’ll have to leave the emotional masturbation for another night.

I recently downloaded this cool vocabulary list, the link to it is in an earlier post. Well anyway, I printed it out and have made the first sequence of flashcards for all the words that start with “A.” So, I’m going to make sentences with them to help me learn them. All the sentences are true, by the way.

Despite the abeyance of this weekend, I will be hard at work as early as Wednesday in my new job.

My hands were abraded by an old plastic-based rope that I’ve been climbing all weekend, so I started wearing some old ski gloves while climbing it.

It is one of my wishes that Congress would abrogate all its’ anti-choice legislation.

Currently I can only imagine the abysmal chasm that constitutes the Grand Canyon.

I hope that someday we will destroy our world in the simplest way, by rendering our fields acarpous via pesticides.

The proposed Wellness Center involves the accretion of three organizations.

I did not heed the admonitory sign, and spit from the ride: I was not allowed on it again.

I will approach my new job at the Triplicate with alacrity.

The alloy of music and big buisiness has turned art into a banal consumer good.

To ameliorate my life, I must get a doctorate.

My mother should amortize.

I don’t have excessive aplomb, but I do know what I’m good at.

I can only hope George Bush will become an apostate, but that would require intelligence.

It depresses me how Bush has gone through a process of apotheosis among conservatives.

Molly has shown approbation when I’ve done things that Amy hasn’t done.

A fantasy of mine would be to have arabesque henna designs all over my arms.

I have a lot of ardor for my new job…basically I have ardor for anything that involves money.

I despise the “gangsta” argot that has infected teenage culture.

My arrant hatred towards imbeciles pervades my daily existence.

My maternal grandfather could give lessons in asperity, if he would ever shut up.

I am avidly involved in a campaign of aspersion against Liz.

Television without snacks tends to attenuate me.

Almost hitting those old people’s car in the Wal-Mart parking lot was a bad augury.

Intellect holds an august place in my system of ethics.

I hope that this job is an auspicious augury.

I aver that Liz is a demon from hell.

I am avid pursuer of knowledge, in all its’ forms.

> Just finished watching Dead Man
> Ohgr - Earthworm

Molly had told me about this movie called Dead Manthat she saw on IFC, and for some cosmic reason it was on tonight. IT WAS SO GOOD. It was–sad. But I guess any movie about death isn’t going to be a fun-fest. I don’t think anyone could have pulled off that role but Johnny Depp. I downloaded “Earthworm” off of my server, it’s pretty damn good. I’m going to burn it onto a CD tomorrow. I stayed up a little too late today. Hm. Tawna commented on my blog. Cool. Charley’s online, but I don’t feel like talking to him. I need to go to bed. But it was so sad! I want to have that after-movie talk with someone, but I can’t! How cruel! This is like being denied after-sex talk. :( I should go. My contacts itch. I miss Amanda. Actually, I just miss smart people. Summer session needs to start or I need to hang out with my friends more. Or both. I miss Taggart. Actually, I just miss the illusion of a meaningful relationship, because I think that an illusion of one is all that you can really get. I mean, nobody really knows each other anyway. Yes, I’m going to use the Nadja quote again:

“I want to simplify my life, even on a superficial level–but when you start to think about it, it’s hard to resist the temptation that all these choices in our life–that everything is superficial.”

I probably misquoted the line, but the quote isn’t on the Net, which is lame because Nadja is the best movie ever. Not really, but it’s the one with the most existential line.

> Rammstein - Engel
> Massive Attack - Angel

I’m talking with Jeff, he’s asking me if I’ve ever seen a movie called–L’Auberge Espagnole. Hmm. Sounds charming. I should buy some softcore porn, I’m thinking of Come Undone. Oh poo, IMDB says it’s poorly done with long shots. I fucking can’t stand long shots. They infuriate me. Well, there’s well-done long shots and then there’s long shots that are done just for their own sake by loser directors who want art over substance. I’m fine with style over substance, but art over substance? Art can be boring, style is all about making everyday things interesting and eye-catching. Whoa, Massive Attack ’s “Angel” just came on after Rammstein’s “Engel.” Engel translates to Angel. How weird. Maybe it’s cosmic. Maybe I’m about to see a bunny and then get hit by a jet engine. Or maybe I’ve just been watching too many movies. Lame. Well, I should get on with my life. My dad should be going to sleep soon, I don’t think there’s anything good on IFC though. The world sucks. I’ll see what’s on once he goes to bed.

I can’t seem to remember the damn code to imbed images in posts, so I’m going to post it here.

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