*friday, august 24
I never update. That's almost hypocritical of me, because even though I never say it out loud to people, I'm constantly wishing they'd update (people like spanky, cora and sara. Woah, those links were pure Sara-style. Speaking of Sara, I went with her to get her tattoo touched up today, and that was awesome. It bled more than I thought it would... for some reason I didn't think tattoos bleed. I'm not really sure why I thought that. We were looking in the books and I saw a tattoo of a faerie I totally want, but of course will never get. I was going to get my ear pierced in the cartilidge once this year, and that was about the closest thing I came to body altering. I didn't even do it, because the next day I wasn't in a pain sort of mood. Maybe I'm the only one who gets in pain moods, as odd as that is, like how at my cottage people made lots of jokes that I was totally suicidal because I once said that I've (not seriously, just for thinking's sake) thought about suicide before. Hasn't everyone? I guess it's those little things you thought were normal that actually aren't that make you different, right? Or make you the same, like the way you shake when you're emotionally turned on. But that's a whole other story... involving Sara's dogs. Beastiality...
"Ribbed for her pleasure. Ewww." -Garth Algar
I can't believe that Julia and Spanky are getting annoyed with me for over-quoting Wayne's world. It's like... that's fuckin' impossible. Wayne's World is the greatest! Other than flipmode, of course. Flipmode; flipmode is the greatest! My mama always said if you can't be a part of the greatest you gotta be the greatest yourself... Well, I appreciate Busta Rhymes a lot. I dislike people who think "a lot" is two words. We're fuckin' in grade 12- you should know by now, bitch! Learn to write! Speaking of learning to write, can someone teach me? Like how in Sara's story Mordecai Richler taught Gabe to write until it burns? I can't write like that. Like the way Cora or Julian write. Cora just writes observations and stuff (well, all the Girls, I mean) yet does it with ... something. It's almost like it's fiction. It's a piece of writing, not just something like this. But I can't write like that. I tried to write about the effect the Doors' song "The End" has on me, and it came out retarded and campy and didn't really explain it at all. The best line I got on that writing was the part about the desert and the way my pain is hot. But that's a whole other story...
I like the way, in Witch Baby, Angel Juan's mom describes pain as a necklace of thorns (or was it roses?) everyone carries around their necks. Sometimes I feel like I can totally relate to that. Once I felt like I could feel when it got heavier, but lately I'm slowly working the snags out and it's getting lighter. But not without a few walks in the desert, or beautiful nights.
Fuck.
~check ya later
