Monday, January 26, 2004

Brain Damage

Let's see. Little time.

I managed the whole weekend without the internet! Can you believe it?

I can--and can't--at the same time.

What did I do this weekend? Not much.

I finished Stephen King's classic Carrie three days after I started it--I've already read the book once before, but now I can say I've read it twice. Woo.

Started reading Stephen King's The Dark Half few days ago. My dad had it in his book collection, looked appetizing, so, Mitch took it.

It was pretty awesome at the beginning. It talks of the man character--Thad--when he was a kid. It said he had started to get headaches, so his parents took him to see neurologists [or whatever those types of doctors are called] and they opened up his head, where his brain was.

When they opened up his skull, they found eyes and toenails in there. The doctor said it was a rare thing, but it was logical to have happened. Since sometimes, with twins, stuff like that happens.

That image is really awesome. Imagine an eye inside a brain, and some toenails. You get the picture.

Needless to say, the book's good so far.

By the way, there's a new movie with Johnny Depp coming out. And guess what? It's from a Stephen King short story [or maybe it would qualify as a novella, who knows]. It's one that I had started to read, but I've never finished.

It's called something-or-other Secret Window. The movie that's coming out is based on it [with Johnny Depp, of course].

The basis of it is a writer who's confronted by a man named Shooter. Shooter claims he wrote the story that the main character wrote, and then it goes on from there, all Stephen King style.

I honestly think the scariest book I've read is The Shinning. It didn't scare me too much, but at this point I'd say that's the scariest book I've read.

In the book, it's just pretty awesomely done. If you've seen the movie(s) of it, you get the idea.

Okay. So my point in mentioning all these books, and stuff: I don't think I'm ever going to be able to write a novel. I can't write like that, I don't think. I can't keep myself focused on something like that.

It's also funny in that I'm reading about three other books at the same time while I read The Dark Half. Let's see, I'm reading The Clan of the Cavebear again, Stephen King's Four Past Midnight still isn't finished, Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings isn't done either--not The Hobbit as well--reading that for the third time, I think.

I'm reading too many books, but really, for a long time, I hadn't been reading much. It's time to make up for that.

Okay.

Yeah, she died. I would like to do some kind of post on this subject, but I don't have time. I have about four or so more minutes, then it's time for school to begin.

Her funeral is tomorrow, so I wouldn't expect a post from me until Wednesday after this.

I was asked to be a pall-bearer, or whatever-the-heck-that-is-called. (I obviously don't know.) I declined, though. It had something to do with communion, my grandma said. I'm not going to do anything religious.

I'm kind of iffy on going to the funeral. But I guess I don't have a choice.

Yes. My dad told me it really hurt my mom what I said: that my grandma deserved to die. My brother was the one that brought it up, for crying out loud.

"For Crying out Loud." That's a Meat Loaf song. I think I should mention to everyone: Meat Loaf rocks.

I'd like to discuss these things at length: but here, I'll just tell one more thing, then I'm done.

When we were eating spaghetti the other day, my brother was pouring cheese. He was putting a lot on. I stood up at the table and snatched it from his hand.

My brother complains, and my dad yells at me to give it back. I do so, then he says:

"That's what people that don't have faith do."

I started laughing, right in his face.

He's been saying this stuff on and on and on all the time. And he continually says I'm cruel and don't have a heart for saying my grandma deserves to die.

Well, I'll print off my older post and give it to my mom. We'll see what she says then.

Out of time. Going to be late, blah blah blah.

I hope everyone's good. Miss you guys, it's sure.
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