Friday, October 22, 2004

Where I is at
I'm doing the nice, brotherly thing and taking my sister with me and Ernesto to see The Grudge. It's a 9:30 showing, so we'll also be able to go play Yu-Gi-Oh! before we head to the theater.

I know; I'm a sap.

Anyway, I'll have a short synopsis/review of the movie tomorry, because I'll be pressed for time. (I need to type a page of notes for my psyche class, then do three pages o' math.)

Love ya lots.
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Thursday, October 21, 2004

I'm awake? I'm awake!
I'm also a moron. This is the second day this week I blew off doing homework to RP with Rayne. I have, like, no self control.

"Okay, this'll be the last post...but what's happening to Seth next? Just one more..."

Well, fortunatly, I can pick up the slack tomorrow, in that big span of nothing I had planned.

At any rate, I've got a busy weekend planned. No, not really; I'm just going to work 'til I'm tired.

Tomorrow night, Ernesto and I (and anyone we can get to join us) are going to see The Grudge. Sarah Michelle Geller in a manga horror flick? Yay.

I'll be sure to let you know how that goes down.

Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll keep you in suspense. Yeah.

Have you guys been reading Azale? You should be.

I'm down to two Spider-Man comics a month, until this "Sins Past" crap is finished. "Sins Past" sucks.

Who knows? Maybe I won't go back. Serves 'em right.

Ahem.

I traded in my Game Boy Advanced SP to get the store credit value, allowing me to set a deposit on a Nintendo Duel Screen. NDS = God.

The downside is that none of the first wave of games really appeal to me, but, whatever; a good RPG can keep me quiet for weeks. I used the rest of the money to buy Cowboy Bebop: The Movie and '98 Godzilla.

Godzilla was a horrible, horrible movie, but I still enjoyed every second of it.

Speaking of horrible movies, it's time to cover one in my Halloween moment of the day.

I love the '50's black & white crappy horror films, and none is dearer to my heart than the grand daddy (grand mommy) of bad monster movies, the Attack of the 50-foot Woman. It's not just a monster movie, it's a soap opera. A bad soap opera.

The effects were so lame you could see right through them, literally. The acting was so forced, and all the horror movie stereotypes were there, particullarly the dopey sherrif's deputy.

The best part is, at the end of the whole thing, one of the main characters simply shrugs, in the very last scene. His shrug kind of exemplified the way folks felt about the movie.

I think there was a re-make, but I wouldn't want to see it. No way could it be as wonderfully horrible as the original.

Watch it with friends, and prepare to laugh at it, not with it.

Thought of the moment: My foot's asleep.

Quote of the moment: "Except for slavery, fascism, nazism and communism, war never solved anything." -One of my classmate's t-shirts

Song of the moment:

"Attack of the Fifty-Foot Woman", The Tubes

It was a normal date with my girlfriend Sue
Blond hair, blue eyes, and five-foot-two
The night was cold, the stars were bright
From over her shoulder came a strange light

We parked the car down at Three-Mile Point
The top was down, we were really going
I heard her cry, the reactor flared
She grew and grew, I freaked and stared

Attack of the fifty-foot woman
Our love was at an end
All she did to get her kicks
Was step on all the men

I had to run just to save my skin
She scooped me up, I could not win
“My God,” I screamed, to my distress
Got a fifty foot woman in a five-foot dress

Attack of the fifty-foot woman
Our love was at an end
All she did to get her kicks
Was step on all the men

Attack of the fifty-foot woman
Our love was at an end
All she did to get her kicks
Was step on all the men

Look out here she comes
the biggest pair on earth
So scared I gotta go with her

The National Guard couldn’t shoot her down
Before she left she really trashed our town
She left me there, though I tried and tried
A fifty foot woman’s never satisfied

Attack of the fifty-foot woman
Our love was at an end
All she did to get her kicks
Was step on all the men


(I'm very, very sorry. No, really. It's just that, it's hard to find Halloween music, and I had a theme going, and...I won't do it again. Sorry.)
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Wednesday, October 20, 2004

What? No ketchup?
I'm really, really tired, so I'm posting this just to post, and keep a somewhat regular update rythem going.

It's sad, because I don't have anything to say. I need to post earlier, when I'm awake.
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Monday, October 18, 2004

It's in the abstract
I really don't know what I'm taling about with this post. It's one of those instances where Im' just going to write and see where it takes me.

I got all of the homework I needed to do done this afternoon. That was really, really cool. I'll try to do the same tomorrow, 'less I'm in Plant City. I have to go to Plant City's HCC campus to get an HCC ID card. Bummer, ne?

"Ne" is another word I picked up after talking to Li-Chan for a bit.

Speaking of the Lady Li-C, she told me I have a history of liking freaky, kinda' crazy guys, after I told her that Ryu is the coolest character on Shaman King.

I mean, that's not true, is it?

Yami Bakura, Ryu, Faust VIII, Venom, Joker, that freaky lady I quoted from Naruto, Toad, Beelzemon...

Damn, she's right.

You know what movie sucks? "The Day After Tomorrow". Just...ugh.

So, I want to take Julia (<3!) to a nice lunch; I'll ask her about it. Maybe she'll even say yes. She's probably busy, but you don't know.

Yeah, I've taken enough of your time tonight. Time to wrap this up.

Halloween bit of the day:

When I was a child of eight, I bought book called "Scary Stories to Tell at Sleepovers". This was about the same time that my family moved into a German house in, well, Germany.

My room was in the basement. This was a freakin' huge basement, or so it seems as I recollect it. And it was also winter, so it was dark by about three in the afternoon. I'm exagerating, but not by much.

Anyway, I read the book, and, that very night, was promptly scared to death.

Three of the stories stand out in my mind: the one about the boy whose pet black cat turned into a monster and attacked him, the one about the boy whose shadow attacks him, and the one about the girl with the monster in her basement.

Guess which one scared me the most, as I sat in the dark, in my room in the basement?

The monster ate the girl right in front of her best friend, by the way. This book wasn't big on happy endings.

I darn near traumatized myself reading that damn thing. It would scare me for several more months, even after I quickly got rid of it.

A few months ago, I found another copy of it.

Damn, those stories were stupid. ^__^

Thought of the moment: Shake it fast! Watch yourself!

Quote of the moment: "I really do like your house." -Dr. Octopus, "Ultimate Spider-Man"

Song of the moment:

"Godzilla", Blue Oyster Cult

With a purposeful grimace and a terrible sound
He pulls the spitting high tension wires down.

Helpless people on subway trains
Scream bug-eyed as he looks in on them.

He picks up a bus and he throws it back down
As he wades through the buildings toward the center of town.

CHORUS (×2):
Oh no, they say he's got to go:
Go, go, Godzilla!
(yeahh)
Oh no, there goes Tokyo:
Go, go, Godzilla!
(yeahh)

(Guitar Solo)

Godzilla-zilla-zilla-zilla...
Rinji news o moshiagemasu!
Rinji news o moshiagemasu!
Godzilla ga Ginza hoomen e mukatte imasu!
Daishkyu hinan shite kudasai!
Daishkyu hinan shite kudasai!

[Chorus]

History shows again and again
How nature points up the folly of men.
Godzilla!
(×4)

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Sunday, October 17, 2004

Back from Beyond
DeathBug’s Road Trip Report

I’m writing this one the way back from Tallahassee, waiting for the bus to pull out of the Days Inn. I’m in the perfect state of mind to tell ya’ll about my whirlwind adventures with higher education and higher blood-to-alcohol ratios.

DISCLAIMER: I, DeathBug, am now, and remained all through the trip, and never entertained the idea of being anything other than, sober as a judge.

Ahem.

Well, getting to school by five thirty kinda’ sucked, as I had to actually get up at four in the morn. That was a fine kick in the teeth, but I got over it. No one I knew was going on this trip with me, so I expected to remain a creepy loner the whole time.

Fortunately, twas not to be. I got to talking with several people on the bus, and some of them were pretty cool. Not as cool as you guys, and certainly not as cool as me, but we won’t hold that against them, just ‘cause you guys are so dang cool.

After a five hour bus ride, we got to the Floridia State University campus, traveling down the Street of Fraternities. Now, I’d much rather hang with a sorority, but apparently that’s against the rules. What’s really, really odd is that I think I might fit in better with a sorority than a fraternity, considering how many of my close friends are girls, and how few of them are guys.

I could use that as a selling point when I apply to a sorority…

Actually, while I haven’t ruled out joining a fraternity, simply because I don’t know what goes on in one, I defiantly wouldn’t live in a frat house. I can barely stand the idea of duel occupancy; I wouldn’t want to live in a place with half a dozen roomies.

My ideal college setting is a duel-occupancy dorm with its own bathroom. I’d rather not have a community bathroom.

We pulled into the Seminole Stadium/Visitors’ Center, and I can tell you something right off the back: I hate the school paraphernalia, I hate their darn annoying fight songs, and I hate their obsessive rivalry with the FU Gators.

Once I got past all that, the little tour was nice. We saw several parts of the campus, including their free-for-students gym, the more-food-than-you-could-ever-want buffet hall, and the reasonably-priced-if-you’re-a-student pool hall/bowling alley. Incidently, I’m better at pool than I thought I was.

We listened to some dude talk about the various school programs, and I’m very, very interested in the study-abroad opportunities. I could take a semester of English Lit while in England, and it would count towards my major! Wh00t!

Now, we then went to our hotel, and then the fun began with the bus. The mean streets o’ Tallahassee weren’t meant to hold a tour bus, and navigating those streets was a nightmare, especially when we did a u-turn into oncoming traffic.

Fun fact about Tallahassee: the place is too darn hilly. If I lived their, I’d be willing to have my tax monies go towards flattening the landscape.

Not ten minutes into getting into my room, and one of my roomies had bought a case of Miller Light from the gas station across the street; I was a bit floored by his audacity. He then quickly turned our sink into a makeshift ice chest. Yay.

Fortunately, the “party room” was next door, so there was a clear buffer between us.

We walked to the mall that was located ‘bout a mile away from the hotel, and to my delight, there was a Barnes & Noble in the mall. If, in the event I went to FSU, I could just get transferred to the new store. To my surprise, the Tallahassee store had better (read: shorter) hours than mine.

I used a Store Credit from my mom to buy dinner, and complete my collection of Ultimate Spider-Man trades. (I’m officially caught up with all the manga and comics I missed over the summer. Now I can start buying Excel Saga.)

Myself and five others loitered around the mall a bit, then walked back to the hotel. By this time, most of those in the “party room” were well plastered, but they remained docile, save the occasional spontaneous outburst. There was no hanky panky.

We in the sober room watched a movie and played cards, then went to bed.

End day one.

The second day, Saturday, I discovered that there was a wireless network in the hotel lobby, so I responded to posts from Rayne. (For reasons unknown, I could respond to e-mail, though I could receive it.)

All we had on the agenda that morning was a lackluster walking tour of Florida A & M. We went, then came back to the hotel, to do as we would until five o’clock. At five was our departure for the big FSU football game, versus the Virginia Raiders.

So, when everyone else went back to the mall, I stayed in the room and finished my Psyche wok. (And, when I’m done typing this, I’m going to get back to reading Candide for my Humanities course.) Finally, we boarded for the Big Game.

I hate watching football, so I was mostly board. However, the Florida State Seminoles beat the Raiders 36 to 3. Owch.

We went back to the hotel, and once again separated into drinkers and non-drinkers. Us non-drinkers went to have some sort of meal (whatever you call eating at 2 AM) at the Village Inn a few blocks from our hotel. The service was terrible, and I left no tip.

Then we returned and hit the sack. And now we’re on the bus home.

Did I have fun? Definatly. Did I wish that Ernesto or Julie (<3!) had come along? Yep.

Would I got to FSU? Yeah, sure. It’s a few hours from Brandon, they have a Barnes & Noble, a wicked international program, and a law school. I’ll have to keep it in mind, and talk more to David about it.

(David, by the way, happened to have come down to Tampa the weekend I went up to Tallahassee. Think about the irony.)

Well, I’ve got stuff to do, so I’ll let ya’ alone now. I missed you guys; ciao!

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Thursday, October 14, 2004

A Promise, a Toodle-loo, and an Octopus
It has come to my immediate attention that, due to problems created of my own stupidty, I'm really neglecting this site, and OtakuBoards.

What problems, you ask? Simply put, poor time management. Even though I was so good at making great use of my time in high school, I apparently suck at it in college. Frequently, I find myself swamped with work, simply because I didn't do it ahead of time.

This has to end, naturally. And after this weekend, it will.

As I mentioned earlier, I'm going up to Florida State in Tallahassee tomorrow. All of Friday will be spent wandering the campus and getting various tours. All of Saturday will be spent at my own discretion. I'm going to lock myself in my hotel room and not come out until I'm all caught up. Sunday, we come home.

I don't know if I'll have net access, even though I'll be bringing my computer. So, in the event I don't, I hope ya'll enjoy yourselves while I'm gone.

Li-Chan: If you're reading this, we have a problem, because you didn't recieve the e-mail I sent you for your birthday. I sent you a birthday e-mail, of course.

Now, for the Halloween tidbit of the day: I finally found a trenchcoat. Yesterday, I stopped at the local Salvation Army, and picked one up for $3.50. Incidently, my Salvation Army is directly across the street from an adult video store. That seems wrong, in some way.

Anyway, after getting it, I went to Target and purchased the Dr. Octopus claw. I expect to have pictures for you eventually.

Ciao for Now.

Thought of the moment: Yay! My voter registration card arrived!

Qoute of the moment: "Besides, you seen how many websites this thing has out there? How many chicks are writing fan fiction about him?" -Angeleno Fortunato, referring to Venom. (This reminds me of so many girls on the OB...)

Song of the moment:

"The Blob" Theme, artists unknown

Beware of The Blob!
It creeps, and leaps, and glides and slides,
across the floor, right through the door
and all around the wall.
A splotch, a blotch,
be careful of The Blob!

(repeated until you're sick of it)
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Sunday, October 10, 2004

   Let's Go Down the List
Tomorrow's gonna' be a biy-otch as far as homework is concerned, because I didn't know I had work today until last night. I had planned to do homework today, and I didn't get to. Ya' follow? Good, because I don't.

I'll be out of town next weekend, because I'll be on a college-scouting trip in Tallahassee. So, I need to find a replacement for work.

I finally went to the only dance club in Brandon, Club Rock. I found two things out: it's funded by a church, which was no problem, and it's completely empty, which was a bit of a problem. I like "Dancin' with Myself", but not literally.

Onto the Halloweenin'.

Tonight, ya'll get a story I once wrote for Steph (I luff you, Steph!). It's about the time I met Leatherface. Enjoy.

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So, here's the scenario: It's ten thirty at night, and I'm on the X-Entertainment site. (That site kicks arse.) Anway, what was my choice of reading material just before bed? The summary (with pictures) of the original Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Yes, I'm an idiot, but allow me to continue.

I turn off my PC and am ready to turn in, but the instant tht light goes off, I come to the sudden realization that LeatherFace is in the room with me. That clever bastard is actually staying just out of my line of sight, no matter where I turn. The situation deteriorates when I realize that I really have to pee.

I brave my way to the bathroom, avoiding potential chainsaw thrusts, only to turn the light on and find...a beetle on my floor. Eww. Without a second thought, I take my tissue box and smash the lil' bugger into paste. I'm very nervous about bugs in my bathroom after finding out that an entire ant colony was living under my sink two years ago. However, I realize my mistake the instant I make it: I just killed a bug.

In horror movie logic, killing that beetle was the signal for thousands of similar beetles to come swarming out of the sink and crawl all over me, filling my every orafice until horrible crawly death sets in. Death By Beetle is actually pretty high on my "List of Ways I Really Really Don't Want to Die", right up there with being stabbed in the ear really hard with a sharpened pencil. But I digress.

The impasse was set: I'd have to brave the possibility of the Great Beetle Rebellion, because the alternative would be having to wash my bedsheets the following morning, because...well, you can figure it out. After peeing, I left the bathroom, buit the instant I turned out the light, LeatherFace came out of hiding, and was once again exactly where I wasn't looking at the moment.

I'm at my bed in three steps, and, once there, instantly revert to five-year old logic. Obvioudly, if I stay under my covers, don't open my eyes, and don't move at all, I'll be perfectly safe from the man with the human skin mask and chainsaw. I mean, obviously.

As I lay in bed, I begin to doubt the wisdom of this logic, but my doubts are quieted by the mental reminder that, hey, these tactics I used when I was five are the reason I lived to see six. So, no moving, and definatly no opening of the eyes.

Why no opening of the eyes? Well, you see, LeatherFace was standing directly over me as I lay there, chainsaw raised to lower on me the instant I opened my eyes. If I did'nt open my eyes, he'd never attack me; it would be against the rules. Again, I know this because I obviously survived the night; a little thing like not actually seeing LeatherFace will not dissuade me from the truth.

As time went on, my "No movement" creedo turned on me, and viciously; I really needed to scratch my nose. Of course, I'd be dead the moment I did. However, if I kept thinking about the itch on my face, it'd drive me nuts. So, I desperatly try to think of something else, and what better to think of than the seriel killer standing over me? Sadly, my mind wanders of its own accord, and no matter how much I tugged on the leash, it seemed obsessed with imagining what it would feel like when the big LF dropped his chainsaw on me.

This was, absolutly, the worst part of my death-defying ordeal, imagining which pieces of my body would be chopped away. I came to the conclusion that LeatherFace would cut me exactly three inches below my bellow button, effectively severing my legs (among other parts) from my chest. My best bet in this situation would be to scream until I hyper-ventilated, and hope that the combination of no oxygen and extreme pain would numb my sense as I blacked out.

As you can imagine, I didn't worry so much about the itch on my nose anymore. Thankfully, I drift off into a dreamless sleep.

As I wake up the next morning, (LeatherFace had apparently abandoned me during the night; inattentive cretin), I ask myself a simple question: Do they have a name for whatever the Hell it is that's wrong with me?

Just another day (and night) in the life of

DeathBug

Thought of the moment: Tomorrow Is Li-Chan's birthday!!!

Quote of the moment:

"The next stage for your adventures...is Hell!" -Yami Bakura, "Yu-Gi-Oh!"

Song of the moment:

"Thriller", Micheal Jackson

1st verse
It’s close to midnight and something evil’s lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
You’re paralyzed
Chorus
’cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no one’s gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know it’s thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight

2nd verse
You hear the door slam and realize there’s nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if you’ll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin’ up behind
You’re out of time

Chorus
’cause this is thriller, thriller night
There ain’t no second chance against the thing with forty eyes
You know it’s thriller, thriller night
You’re fighting for your life inside of killer, thriller tonight

Bridge
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
There’s no escapin’ the jaws of the alien this time
(they’re open wide)
This is the end of your life

3rd verse
They’re out to get you, there’s demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All thru the night I’ll save you from the terror on the screen,
I’ll make you see
Chorus
That this is thriller, thriller night
’cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight

(rap performed by vincent price)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize y’awl’s neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller


(into maniacal laugh, in deep echo)
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Thursday, October 7, 2004

Three Years Later, Their Footage Was Found
All right, last time, I told you all about the costume I'm looking to get this year. Today, we'll go retro, with the most memorable costume from my childhood.

I was Michelangelo, the Ninja Turtle. Mikey was, of course, my favorite turtle; always makin' with the jokes and having a good time. (Sadly, his special brand of greatness hasn't aged well from the eighties. Alas alack.)

What did this costume consist of? A green sweat suit and a paper grocery bag as my "Shell". Sure, there were good costumes at the toy store for just $15, but that's not how we did things at my house.

It was a frickin' sauna in my sweat-pant/bag combo. Although I have to admit, two glow-sticks tied together with shoe laces made a bitchin' nunchuck.

No, there are no pictures that I know of. And even if they were, quite frankly, I wouldn't show you people. I have some pride, after all.

Well, no I don't. I just don't have photos.

Thought of the moment: I could go to Club Rock tomorrow night.

Quote of the moment: "Heh, your kind are always the first to go, spilling all that rich, red, lovely, lucious blood..." - Mitarashi Anko, "Naruto"

Song of the moment:

"Man Behind the Mask", Alice Cooper

You're with your baby
And you're parked alone
On a summer night
You're deep in love
But you're deeper in the woods
You think you're doin' alright
Did you hear that voice
Did you see that face
Or was it just a dream
This can't be real
That only happens, babe
On the movie screen

Oh, but he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he crawled out of his hole

You're swimmin' with your girl
Out on lovers' lake
And the wind blows cold
It chills your bones
But you're still on the make
That's a bad mistake

But the moon was full
And you had a chance
To be all alone
But you're not alone
This is your last dance
And your last romance

Yeah, cause he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he crawled out of his hole

Oh, if you see him comin'
Get away if you can
Just keep on runnin'
Run as fast as you can
He's a dangerous, dangerous man

And he's out tonight
And he's watchin' you
And he knows your house
No, don't turn out the lights

Yeah, cause he's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's after your soul

He's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's after your soul

He's back
He's the man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's after your soul"



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Tuesday, October 5, 2004

All My Peoples Right Here and Right Now
Told you I'd be busy. And I was, and it was hectic, but I'm going to relax and go play YGO! tonight, so it's okay.

Now, call me uptight, but is it too much to ask that people actually show up and do the work they're paid for? I speak of my co-workers, naturally. There's a group of maybe four people I can count on, and the rest are flaking out and calling in, like, a half hour before their shift.

I know I won't be able to work next weekend. I'm going to get a replacement this weekend. It's not hard.

So that should give you an idea of how my Saturday night went.

Yesterday, Julia (<3!) and I finally got to go to the Ringling Musuem in Sarasota. It's an art musuem donated by the actual Ringling of the Circus fame. There was some good stuff in it, I must say.

They had a lot of work by Peter Paul Rubens, but several of his pieces had too many naked cherub babies for my taste. (When in doubt, throw in naked cherub babies!) I liked "Judith and the Head of Holophenes", though. Heh, she cut off his head.

And, of course, driving down a sunny highway on a beautiful afternoon with the girl you're madly crushing on is...well.

Welly welly well.

Ahem.

Now, onto today's Halloween tidbit: What I Want to Be for Halloween This Year.

Some of you may remember me saying it a couple of weeks ago, but I want to be Dr. Octopus, from Spider-Man 2. Since all I need, really, is a trenchcoat and a toy Octopus arm, it's cheap and effect.

And it's really, really cool. Dr. Octopus pwns.

Thought of the moment: Ohh! Invader Zim volume two is out!

Quote of the moment: "You've got a train to catch." -Dr. Octopus, "Spider-Man 2"

Song of the moment:

"My Own Worst Enemy", Lit

Can we forget about the things I said
When I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that
I can't remember what was said or what you threw at me
Please tell me, please tell me Why
My car is in the front yard,
And I'm Sleeping with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night
And your gone
Gone
It's no suprise to me I am my own worst enemy
'Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
The smoke alarm is going off,
And there's a cigarette Still burning,
Please tell me why my car is in the front yard
And I'm sleeping with my clothes on
Came in through the window last night and your gone
Gone please tell me why my car is in the front yard
And I'm sleeping with my clothes on
I came in through the window last night
It's no suprise to me
I am my own worst enemy
'Cause every now and then I kick the living shit out of me
Can we forget about the things I said
When I was drunk
I didn't mean to call you that
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Friday, October 1, 2004

I have two turn tables and a microphone
You won't hear from my anymore this weekend, so I thought I'd just let you know that now. I work two night shifts right after each other, and won't have no time to blog.

I've figured out a way around the evil eccentricities of my Arts & Hummanities class. Granted, you won't care because you don't even know what the problem is, but you can be happy with the knowledge that the problem is solved.

The Utopia colliquem was kind of a disappointment, and not because the teachers rambled on for the first half of it. Rather, it seemed like those in control of the discussion we steering it away from the dark neccesity of Utopia; that is, the sqeltching of individuality. I really didn't care about More's portrayal of the role of religion in his society; I was more concerned with how there could be no free thought in it. The professors didn't communicate with me along those lines.

They also didn't acknowledge my point that more people have died in the name of utopia than any other cause in history. I want my money back.

And, because it's October, I'm going to alternate between Holloween themes and political musings. Today, Holloween!

Have you ever seen the original Alien? if not, you should. It's a masterpiece of horror and sci fi, and an excellent film in general. Don't judge it by it's sequels.

Alien definatly rates as my favorite horror movie, but as times goes by, I'll be rating other horror classics, some good, some terrible, all fun.

Fun like Alien. Alien is fun. We serve a pastry at the cafe that looks like the alien egg pod just before the face hugger larvae pops out. It's delicious.

Thought of the moment: I'm waiting for Julia (<3!) to call.

Quote of the moment: "You're trapped in the past, Faust! That's why you can never become Shaman King!" - Yoh Asakura

Song of the moment:

"Silver and Cold", AFI

I... I came here by day, but I left here in darkness
And found you, found you on the way
And now, it is silver and silent, it is silver and cold
You, in somber resplendence, I hold

Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one

Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me
As you're longing to sing
So I... I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold
I will lift up your voice as I sink

Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me

Cold in life's throws, I'll fall asleep for you
Cold in life's throws, I only ask you turn away
Cold in life's throws, I'll fall asleep for you
Cold in life's throws, I only ask you turn
As they seep... into me, oh, my beautiful one, now

Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me)
Your sins into me... oh

Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one, now
Your sins into me
As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer
And I'll beg for forgiveness
(Your sins into me) Your sins into...
(Your sins into me) Your sins into me
Oh, my beautiful one
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