Friday, December 23, 2005

Make with the silly!

Hostage is a great book. A great fucking book and you all MUST read it. Fly torture: "When Marion raised his hand, the fly oozed sideways, legs kicking, trying to walk. Marion watched it. the best it could do was drive itself in a pathetic circle. Marion examined his hand. A smear of fly goo and a single black leg streaked his third finger. He touched his tonue to the smear and tasted sugar. He watched the fly push itself in the circle. Gently, he held it in place with his left index finger, and used his right index fingernail to break away another leg. He ate it. Hmm. One by one, he broke away the fly's legs and ate them. One wing was damaged, but the other beat furiously. He wondered what the fly was thinking." And a little later, "Marion watched the beautiful Mercedes slide away into the deepening twilight, then looked back at the fly. Its legless body lay on its side, still. Marion touched it. The remaining wing fluttered. Marion said, "Poor fly." Marion carefully pulled out the remaining wing, then left to do his job." I just got it from the library today and I'm about a fourth of the way through. It's another one of those books that I discover after I've already watched the movie and I end up expecting certain things to happen in the book, but half the time they don't. One thing I never expected was name changes. Who are Dennis Kelly and Kevin Kelly in the movie are not in the book. They're Dennis Rooney and Kevin Rooney. Who is Wil Bechler in the movie(played by Robert Knepper *swoons*) is actually a "tall, slender African American officer" by the name of Will Maddox. The last one striked me as an odd change between the book and the movie, but, you know how things are. I do love this book and you all must read it. Now. Hostage by Robert Crais. Buy it. Check it out from the library. Whatever. *grins* I got an early Christmas gift. *grins wider* A motherfucking GAMECUBE. And it was apparently cheap, too. Got it from someone for like, ten bucks, along with a memory card and one game. I did tell Lonnie that he got screwed though, because he went and spent $37 on getting the cords to hook it up. He could have just went to the pawn shop and bought a used Gamecube, in the box, with controller and all the cords, for $50. I mention the controller, because my mom and I went to the pawn shop and bought two controllers for it today. Six bucks apiece. Bought a game, too. Super Smash Bros. Melee. Capcom vs. SNK is the game that Lonnie got with the Gamecube. *sighs* And apparently, Blaike took his PS2 and all his Gamecube games the last time he stopped by. *swears and grumbles* No matter, I suppose. I plan on going to the pawn shop again on Christmas Eve, the day I'll be receiving my Christmas Cash(as I'm now calling it) and buying Animal Crossing, because I saw it there and I want it real bad. I've been wanting to play this fucking game since it first fucking came out only I didn't have a damn Gamecube at the time. I've only played it once since then, at Xio's, but it wasn't even her game. Then I want to head over to Game Traders and check out their used games. Anything for a fucking deal, yeah? I don't want to purchase a lot of brand new games, you know? I'm only supposed to be getting a $150 and you know how fast that goes. I've already got $35 of it reserved. So I can have a paid account at Live Journal. For a year. With one hundred userpics. I feel like a dork XD Getting all excited over a paid fucking account. Only purchased it because I want to pimp out my fucking blog there. And because I want to upload more userpics, heh. Mmhm. I also now know that I'm getting two Stephen King books for Christmas. My mom told me she'd gotten me two books and I asked by what author, so that when I went shopping, I wouldn't buy any books by that author, in case that's what she'd gotten me. So, now I'm kind of going over what books I'd like to purchase. I'd like to purchase The Client by John Grisham, even though I've already read it(because I'm a nerd, and like to own everything that I read, especially if I like it). I've read small portions of some Tom Clancy books and wouldn't mind purchasing anything by him. Apparently, Body Farm by Patricia Cornwell is good. The Godfather Returns by Mike W-something or another...is a definite buy. Something Ludlum. Maybe a Puzo, we'll see how it goes. And almost at the top of my list: Jarhead by Anthony Swofford. Gotta read this fucking book. I gotta fucking read it because I loved the fucking movie. I'm in the mood for fucking expletives tonight. *scratches chin* I'm wondering what my dad bought me. With the Gamecube off his list... HMMMM.. Dearie me, I HOPE IT'S AN XBOX. My mom said something about it today, actually. I don't remember what she said exactly, though. Something, something, something. Seriously, though. I do hope it's an XBOX. If it was, this would be the best fucking Christmas in forfuckingever. The insertion of one word into another--ex. forfuckingever--is called tmesis. /RANDOM FACT. And I know if I got both an XBOX and a Gamecube...I would look: 1.) like a spoiled little child. 2.) like a HAPPY spoiled little child. 3.) like a nerd. In lighter news... We've got fucking DirectTV again. FUCK YES. And apparently, we got a deal on it. Four receivers and one of them is a DVR or some shit like that. I staked my claim on the DVR. I'm still in shock that I'm actually going to have a receiver in my room. No more fuzzy TV for me. No more three channel restriction(unless I can get NBC in...which is usually never). Of course, even with the satelite back, I'll still be watching the regular channels, you know, FOX and CBS...only this time they'll be clear as day and I can actually see what I'm listening to. And maybe even watch what I'm listening to. You never know. Usually I'm on my laptop, typing something or another, and just listening, not really watching. Like right now for instance. The Late Late Show is on and I'm not watching it, just kind of listening. Yup. What a life I lead. ~Kayla PS: My question to you all- why is there braille on the buttons at the DRIVE-THRU ATM machines at the bank? For one, how is the blind person supposed to know which button to press if they don't know what the screen says? For two, WHY THE HELL IS A BLIND PERSON DRIVING? My mom and I pondered this at the bank today. Yeah. I found it weird.

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