I just finished The Persian Boy, and I ended up crying. I’d better see what my friends are up to before I get into a mood.
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It’s barely two and I’m already almost done with The Persian Boy. I think I’ll ride my bike or something. Maybe I’ll call Joe to see if he’d like to come too. I hate when books end.
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> LCD Soundsystem – Trials and Tribulations
I feel dead inside. I’ve been reading that novel The Persian Boy all day long. And it’s almost 1 a.m. I promised Selena that we would hang out tonight, but I wish that I wouldn’t have. I want to talk to that one kid from MySpace but I don’t think we have anything in common. I think he thinks I’m cute. I don’t want to seem shallow, but my criteria for people to have repeated sexual relations with isn’t discernible in a picture. Oops, that turned into a dirty double entendre. What I mean is that I want my man to wow me with philosophy. Or even a knowledge of Bonzai trees. Fucking anything other than the endless stream of banality coming from the television.
Take the quiz: “What Marilyn Manson Band Member Are You?”
You are Tim Skold
You are Twiggy’s replacment you are dead sexy but will never live up to twiggy’s place.
I’m bored. I want to talk with someone who has an opinion about anything that matters. Politics…philosophy…anything. I guess I just miss my friends. I haven’t seen them in like weeks. I don’t know what to say. The whole story of the epic love affair in The Persian Boy has me all maudlin and mopey. I have a bunch of people on my buddy list that I don’t want to talk to. But it does give the illusion of having lots of friends. I know Jon doesn’t like me. I should delete him. Tara has nothing to talk about since she never does anything. I feel like attempting to talk to the guy from MySpace (Thomas). He must be interesting in some way. Everybody is, I hope. I’m so bored with my life. I’m so glad I’m moving soon. I need to call Joe.
I need to think of a reason to live that doesn’t involve vintage Macs and t-shirts on eBay.
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> Basement Jaxx – Oh My Gosh
I’m finally talking to that guy from my space and I have to admit that I’m really bored. We don’t seem to have anything in common. But then again I knew that from his MySpace profile. Yawn. Yawn fucking yawn. That’s all my life is. Another day wasted. We talked about hanging out today in our MySpace messages, but I don’t think it will really happen. If we have nothing to talk about on the Internet, of course we will have nothing to talk about in person. Conversation involves differing philosophies and viewpoints. When one has no philosophy, I can’t really connect with them. Topics of conversation:
1. Other people (mutual friends)
2. Movies and music
3. Philosophy
I don’t think we’ve even broken the surface in any of these. He’s not a hard-core Nine Inch Nails fan, but he likes the new album because MTV says that he should. Yawn fucking yawn. He has a Mac though. But also he said that he had certain files on his Mac that weren’t on his PC which demonstrates a lack of technical knowledge because filesharing on a home network is incredibly easy to set up.
I judge people so easily. I condemn people for being clones swallowing the semen of MTV, but I’m an old-fashioned man in new times. It’s only old Star Trek episodes that make me think that a life of scholarly contemplation is noble. The world of the future involves. It contains no meaning. It is instant. It is a pellucid world obsessed with the immediate exchange of meaningless symbols.
Am I really myself? Am I really intelligent? I am nothing but a ventriloquist’s dummy, regurgitating the ideas of the greatest thinkers of Western civilization. I revolt myself. In these times I need to be immediate. I must involve, not contain.
Books contain. Television involves. The 21st century is not the age of the book. It is the age of the obsolescence of symbols which carry meaning.
Welcome to the desert of the real.
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I tried to make my myspace profile cooler and fucking failed. Fuck CSS.
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I’m home. I’m bored. I sucked at DDR today. I think I’m going to read for awhile.
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You’ve got to love bad managers. People who chastize you for all your mistakes but never compliment you on your successes. He asked me to do this one task that I don’t usually do. I really want to write on it “Fucking do it yourself, Mr. Infallibility. According to you, I’m just too stupid to do anything right.” and leave it on his desk. I think he saw I was pissed. He tried to make a few jokes later in the day. I didn’t care. He’s going on vacation tomorrow. I think I’ll be very glad.
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Don’t you just love office work? I get there and immediately my boss starts on this litany of little nit-picky things that I did wrong in the last week. First I transpose two numbers in a phone number (the horror!). I didn’t even type the numbers in, I just typed the new year’s info over last year’s information. I double-checked everything, and the number looked the same. It’s so freeing that I just don’t care anymore. I beamed my “Sure, I’m at fault, even though I’m not you fucking idiot” smile. I must get out of this fucking town. It just infuriates me. I transpose one fucking number in the year and a half I’ve worked here and I deserve to get chewed out. Motherfuck.
And then I was supposed to type in some list of shit so I just OCRed it and pasted it into the document, and god forbid it wasn’t in the style that they wanted.
GEE, MAYBE THEY COULD HAVE FUCKING TOLD ME HOW THEY WANTED IT TO LOOK.
I swear. Fuck everyone in this town.
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I just unsuccessfully tried to add a sidebar with crap on it. I just don’t get CSS. At all. I need smart web designer friends to make me cool templates. I wish I could fuck with it more but my wrists are killing me yet again. Fuck.
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I just bought the cutest shirt!
Ladytron fucking rocks.
I have decided to only buy t-shirts on eBay until I leave Crescent city. That should keep my spending down. And greatly enlarge my wardrobe, which has been sorely lacking for years. I’m not really waiting for that guy to come online, but I sorta am. It would be cool to do something tomorrow instead of unpack. I will go to sleep at 12:30.
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