Well I'll be...

Well I'll be...

I just realized it's Friday the 13th. Not that I'm trying to be parental or anything, but I should remind everyone that they should hold off on the sex until the 14th unless they want to be brutally murdered in the woods, a cabin, Elm St., a movie set, a dream, space, etc. Girls: wear the glasses, read a book, and act prudish. Guys: cut off the hand, attach a chainsaw, and find a boomstick. That should tide everyone through until Valentine's Day. Good luck, and never stray from the group even if that noise sounded mighty suspicious.

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Listening to:

Modest Mouse, Building Nothing Out of Something

The Shins, Oh, Inverted World

!!!, !!!

City of God Soundtrack (as much as I can until I can get the rest of it--same goes for the DJ Shadow album, Diminishing Returns)

I've got a two-song loop going of The Safety Dance and Tainted Love

Watching (later today):

Blood Diner (which has come highly recommended)

Phenomena (a Dario Argento film with the peerless Jennifer Connelly--the back of the box promised beautiful girls, mutants, and a chimpanzee with a knife; who's excited? Me.)

Foxy Brown (Need I mention that it has Pam Grier? I didn't think so.)

So that didn't work out too well

So that didn't work out too well

So I've stopped being a recluse without even realizing it. I apparently went out every night this week to a different bar each time. I'm not spending as much money at each place, though, so that's a plus.

In addition to staying in the apartment for about a week, I also started working out to get the ol' body back into some kind of shape. I started lifting some weights at home, and I planned (still plan, am planning) to go jogging regularly once the ice melts. Somehow I hurt my wrist while sleeping several nights ago--I'm not entirely sure how--and I haven't really been able to workout since without being in a fair amount of discomfort. As a football player, you learn to work through the pain. As a cinema studies major, you learn to work more with your left hand and complain...well, I mean, complain louder. The fat skinny of that one is that I'm not working out as often as I should anymore.

I also decided to allow myself two cigarettes before I went out tonight. I had three. What can I say? I was losing at cards.

In other news, everyone should wish Big Alex B. a belated happy birthday, if you haven't already. He's a swell guy. Show him some love.

That's all from here. I'll have a better post and a better wardrobe after I get back from Chicago this weekend. In fact, I may come back too sassy for my own good. In facter-fact, I think it would be odd if I came back sassy at all. Annnnnnnd it's bedtime.

From the company that brought you Men Without Hats...

From the company that brought you Men Without Hats...

I have found a new love. So simple. So pure. So haberdasher. Impossibly, I've used that noun as an adjective. Behold the majesty of Men In Hats!

Some days it just doesn't pay

Some days it just doesn't pay

I had typed out a post about The Guy I Hate in Architecture Class, about how the professor announced (without any prior warning) that there was a mandatory attendence lecture tonight at seven, and about the two guys who sat on either side of me (after I'd already sat down) who kept passing a camcorder across me so they could record the lecture. I talked about how all this made me feel. Then I read it and decided I could summarize everything in two sentences.

I've only had one cigarette in three days. I am frustrated.

My Monday in a smoke-free nutshell.

Listening to:

DJ Shadow, Endtroducing...

Rolling Stones, Let It Bleed

Tricky, Maxinquaye

Watching:

City of God (again)

Junk (don't bother)

Ohhhhhh, I can't stay mad at you guys!

Ohhhhhh, I can't stay mad at you guys!

Sooorrrr-rrrrryyyy. That last post made it seem like I was really upset with everyone. True, I was upset, but now that I'm more fully awake and not fiending at the moment, I realize I maybe should've waited to post. Oh well. No blood, no foul.

I also attribute my change of mood to my rather productive day. I got my laundry done. I sealed the window and door in my room so I can actually--*gasp*--sleep in my own bed without freezing. I did all of the dishes (well, I will have done all of the dishes thirty minutes from now). I vacuumed the apartment. (Note: this marks the first vacuuming of the apartment this year.) I got German cinema reading done. I've been a productive mother fucker today, and I don't mind boasting.

So after I get together with Naomi tonight and write out exactly what we need to do for our project, I'll pretty much be done with any work that I'd wanted to finish today...done and a god. Two blasphemies in one day. Take that, Sabbath.

And, since everyone is doing it, here's my latest viewings/listenings:

Listening to:

The Darkness, Permission to Land (to make me laugh)

Miles Davis, Kind of Blue (to help me work)

Edith Piaf, Various (to sample the goods)

Watching:

Girl 6 (meh)

Shadow of the Vampire

Ascenseur pour l'échafaud (with a soundtrack by Miles Davis [perhaps you can sense the theme])

Enjoy.

So, so alone...except for these other people

So, so alone...except for these other people

I keep saying that I'm going to have alone time for myself because I actually never do these days. It's entirely possible that the only time in my day I'm alone is when I'm in the shower for fifteen minutes. Even then, it's also possible that someone has dropped by while I was in the bathroom and is waiting from me when I get out. Normally this would be the time that I would say: "...not that I mind all that, but..." This time, however, I'm just going to dispense with that, and ask people to give me some space.

While I won't say that I don't mind that people always seem to be around me, I will say that I'm pretty tired at the moment and I'm thinking of taking up heroin just to get my mind off my nicotine withdrawal. To get a more specific picture, I'm listening to some Mozart right now to help me get in the mood to sleep, but II just want to deck the Great Master just so I have somewhere to direct my frustration.

Suffice it to say, if you need to contact me for some project or another, I know about it. I'm going to try and do some laundry and some reading later today, and then I will contact those I need to contact. In the meantime, keep me out of range from any nicotine based products or I will smoke/chew/ingest/inject it, and that would not please me. It wouldn't please me in the intellectual sense, that is, and I'd have to start back from square one with the no smoking thing.

Annnnnnnnnd this post is a wash. Don't fuck with me or I'll get punchy. I don't mean that, but I'll bust your damn kneecaps if you come near me. Not really. Seriously though, I will.

Night.