Monday, June 20, 2005

Hear. See. Speak. Blog.
Sometimes, the most interesting things can be found in cabinets in the middle of the living room. Cabinets that have always been there, that you pass every day, that have glass fronts, but have never really drawn your attention.
Then, you get really bored because you've got nothing to read, so you start looking through them and you find books entitled "WOMAN: An Intimate Geography", "Red China Blues", and...well, I forget what the last one was called, but it's about the emotional significance of fairy tales.

Anyway, the first is written in a very scatter-brained fashion and heads off on bizarre tangents rather frequently. It starts off talking about babies' fingernails, then goes on to spend three pages describing apoptosis.
Because of this trend, I've been reading it rather sporadically. In total, I've read about fifty pages or so since yesterday.

The second one is by Jan Wong, which means it just pisses me the fuck off. I cannot stand that woman.
I read about 45 pages, all of which constituted her saying her family suffered and that she had a food fight and made some pots or whatever. Fascinating, I promise you.

The third, I have yet to start. It's in very small print and plays host to some of the thinnest god damn pages ever. Almost has something on Chinese books.
Anyway, it looks super-interesting, but I was too busy reading "WOMAN" to really pay it much attention. The cover features one of Doré's more famous prints: Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf.
I don't know if it'll go into detail analysing the stories themselves or what, but it mentions "The Goose Girl" at great length, from what flipping through tells me.


Wonderland was awesome, even though I got stuck walking around soaking wet all day. (My own fault, but I'm blaming it on my friends.) The kids I was with were too cowardly to go on Topgun, The Wild Beast, Dragonfire, The Vortex, or anything really awesome. Tomb Raider was interesting, though, because you're on your stomach.
The thing about that ride, however, is that a very skinny person would fall out, since there is nothing effectively holding you in, aside from this cage that rests pretty far back from the part you are lying on. There are many instances when the thing corkscrews, so you have to...hang on.
This one guy forgot to last year. He died.
As my friend described it...
"You feel like you flying. You are flying. Then, you realize you can't fly."

And that's basically it.

By the end of the day, every one was bitching about how ridiculously expensive the food was, but buying it anyway, and then bitching about how it made them cold: "Fuck! This stuff sucks! It's making me so cold! I'm fucking freezing!" And he kept...eating. It was really funny.

Also: "That kid pisses me off. I hate him. Look at his fucking ugly face. I don't even know what he's saying but it fucking pisses me off."

*laughs*

I bought the photo of my friends and I on the Fly. It's the funniest thing you've ever seen. too bad I haven't scanned it yet.



I'm a hero for women everywhere - even if I'm a little scary.

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