I had to go meet with someone at the registrar's office this afternoon to drop off a form. The man was reading something on his computer screen, and about 30 seconds passed before he asked me to sit down at his desk. When I did, I could see that what was up on his screen was the Wikipedia page for "Baked Alaska."

I'm feeling very overwhelmed by the future right now. Not any of that "where will I be in five years" bullshit, but more like "what will I be doing in five seconds? five hours?" I am sort of antsy about shit and I really don't know why ( Read more... )

2007 is in serious danger of becoming nothing but "the year of the barf." I plan on doing everything I can to change that fact, and will, as soon as I stop barfing.

The wall that divides the boys and girls bathrooms on my floor is either very thin or does not reach the ceiling completely, because you can hear what is going on on the other side as if it's happening right next to you. So usually you'll just hear people peeing or washing their hands or, on more unfortunate occasions, shitting or throwing up. Well ( Read more... )

if you get a closer look there's shit on every hand you shook. if you don't believe me, look at your hand.

"Stop going to the cinema, don't watch any more films, for you will never know the meaning of inspiration, of a view-finder, of poetic intuition, a frame, a shot, an idea, a good film, the cinema. An insufferable pretension? No: a wonderful certainty."

-Francois Truffaut

There is a drunken chorus of dudes singing "Piano Man", of all things, in my hallway right now. I want to sleep so bad.

I have been living my life in possible pictures; when I am alone I walk around and look at everything through mise-en-scene goggles. Cocking my head to weird angles and sometimes closing one eye. This is what has happened since I got too impatient for literature and decided to concentrate on film again. It is called lonely in the wintertime, but ( Read more... )

I would not say this if it were not true, but Beyonce has cured my mild case of dyslexia, for every time I hear "Irreplaceable", I feel inclined to do this dance that involves me pointing with both of my fingers "to the left, to the left", and now for the first time in my life I find myself knowing which direction "left" is without having to do ( Read more... )

I want my life back.