I have other things to say, I'm sure, but I just got done reading Kavalier & Clay and I am speachless. I am tramatuzed. I am in love. I am inspired. I am jealous...

This is one of those books that make their imprints on you. Like American Gods, I read and didn't want it to be over, yet I had to know what becomes of Sammy and Joe....

In the end? I cried.

I need to sleep now. Just had to fangirl a bit...

it's kinda like wondering what it would feel like to have vagina instead of a dick. knowing you'll never get that, but wondering anyway. it makes me sad that we all live only one life. there's so many other things to experience...other ways to feel that same experiance.

Name your top six TV shows right now, before reading the questions.

1)Farscape
2)X-files
3)Scrubs
4)Sports Night
5)Entourage
6)Invader Zim

( Choose first, then look at the questions. Post your answers in your own journal.  )

Why can't I have half the talent of some people?

Seriously.

So, not much to say. Which maybe is why I haven’t bloged in forever and a day. I live. Works sucks. RPing sucks for the most part lately.

I’m in love with Joseph Gordon-Levitt. Like, I want his babies. I saw The Lookout and it was the awesome. I bought Brick, and it was the awesome as well (though very strange, I think you have to like film noir to suspend your disbelief enough to get what the writer was trying to do). And now I have Mysterious Skin (and the first season of Poltergiest the Legacy) in my possession – bought them from Amazon, they came today and gave me a big happy.

I got a Acer computer from Circuit City for about $450. So far, worth every penny, but I HATE Vista. I don’t miss my Mac at all, though I’ll miss having all the music – my Ipod wants me to reformat. Since you can’t go from Mac to PC with it. Which sucks ass, my friends...

I’m reading A Clock Work Orange (which I also bought on DVD). So that’s why it was close for this meme, stoled from candylandgal

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. I would love it if you would do this, too.

Then we made for the station to ride the one stop to Center, as the middle of the twon was called. We paid our fares nice and polite and waited gentlemanly and quiet on the platform, old Dim flying with the slot machines, his carmans being full of small malenky coin, and ready if need bee to distribute chocbars to the poor and starving, though there was none such about, and then the old espresso rapido came lumbering in and we climbed aboard, the train looking to be near empty. To pas the three=minute ride we fillied about with what they called the upholstery, doing some nice horrorshow tearing-out of the seats’ guts and old Dim chaining the okno till the glass cracked and sparkled in the wither air, but we were all feeling that big shagged and fagged and fashed, it having been an evening of some small energy expenditure, my brothers, only Dim, like the clowny animal he was, full of the joys-of, but looking all dirtied over and too much von of sweat on him, which was one thing I had against old Dim.

That is actually three sentences.


And off I go, kiddies.

BTW, friends list, did Scrubs make anyone else cry last night? Or am I just a pussy?

I tried to post this @ diyin But got no comments.

( It still has no title )

I keep doing this. Restarting...I dunno why, but I'm addicted to fresh starts.

I am formerly: diyin & endless_fever

This is my new journal. Expect much whining, as I am in a time in my life where I'm miserable/frigtened/exposed...

I just needed a fresh journal.

Now I'll start working on a fresh life.