Friday, July 2, 2010

"Coraline, UP, & Toy Story 3."

Sometimes I think about being nervous in the library or laughing on the couch together or standing out over the sunset after UP; but I never thought about us in a group, how room-dominatingly funny Jimmy is. I had reduced him to the word funny, acknowledged its truth, and proceeded to not think about what it meant in real context.

"Why are humans cruel?"
I wish I could explain or at least be blameless.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Deception & Monkeys

I got shit done today, bitches. Besides that, I also went to Anna's grad party and boogied the night away. I multitasked some badminton and spectated a game of ladder-ball. Ceci and Lauren arrived with conversation, and we discussed the scandalous going-ons of friends and minor celebrities who are (unfortunately) gay. It was determined who everyone at the party would marry; I to a record producer, who may perhaps be black. Anna had a DJ playin' some sick beats that nobody was particularly fond of, so when the Casper Slidek: Part III came on, I walked over to the badminton circle and cut a rug (lawn). It was a little after that when the monkey war started. The theme of the party, besides graduation, was monkeys. Every table was accompanied by at least three little plush monkeys, which had been gathered together as ammo. Andrew immediately became the main target due to his "impossible to have" allure. We sufficiently wore ourselves out enough so that everyone came back to the talking table. Some time later the DJ called us out, saying that he could see us bobbin' our heads to OMG by Usher. We were not into that. I went up to request "You Make My Dreams" by Hall & Oates, but to no avail. I reported the disappointing fact that all he had was a dance playlist on a Mac. Ceci was upset, but took it well, saying she would keep H&O in her heart. When the funky beat of You Make My Dreams did come on and I revealed my heartless lie, Ceci walked over and punched me. Then walked to the dance floor and got her groove on. E'rybody on the dance floor was gettin' down, and we requested the most ridiculous pop from the 70s and 80s. Ceci and I shared a dance-floor connection during "Hungry Like the Wolf," with much prowling and seductive undulation. Several cheesy songs into the list, we were pleasantly contrasted with "Jump Around" and then rebuffed by "Shots." I finally sat during Shots, a song advocating a horrendous lifestyle, and it was suggested that we were in the Temperance Society, or perhaps the Anti-Saloon League. Much laughter highlighted the evening, as did a few record scratches from the DJ, which were not well received. At one point, he ventured onto the floor behind Rachel, and Noopur just about screamed, "Watch Out!" and with horror the whole floor turned to witness her fear. He was kinda a scary dude. We played Sardines, and by that, I mean that I waited under a pine tree and got nature in my hair until everyone gave up without finding me. It was a good time. I'm glad I didn't leave early, but I'm excited for tomorrow. I'm feeling it's a cleaning day.

Things I Wrote

While on vacation in Myrtle, the majority of my time was spent in and about the pool thinking. In the evenings, I would go back to my aunt's house and write down everything I could remember thinking about during the day. This is that list (for my own convenience). Some of it is part of a "to-do list." Some of those items are already completed.

Spiderweb window screens
List of places to drive to
I can travel lighter
Get more classic rock
-Don't Do Me Like That
compare to
Oxford Comma

Invest Money (?)/Save for college
Life purchases
-house
-car
-insurances
-food
-guitar
-string of pearls
-camera
-computer
-stereo system, albums
-housing until #1
Rooster shock collar
Banana King- with crown + :3
Goddamn birth control
Do erased messages still send?
-probably, but test
How'd they get absinthe?
Why am I so sleepy?
Deal with social fear/self-worth
Talk to people, visit forcibly, 53 peeps
-[names, names, names]
Postcards
Gifts

Chores/Projects
Wash floors (?)
Fire pit
Clean toilet
Basement (?)
sexy dice
Bottles, candles, water (?)
Closet(s)
Watch Serenity, Borat
Album holder shelf
-alphabet, label maker bottom up shelf
Juliana sleepover
Serenade Kim
Sound of Music with Lauren
Birds n' Bees
Picnic with Gary
Fly kites with Steve
New Years' Resolutions
Debit/checking
Look into Brazilian
Establish credit (?)
Dry ice in pool with Nick
Get a job
To do list @ home
Register to vote
Make definitive "to read" list
Tired to sleep, exercise to
not get stuck in head
and to feel fulfilled
Volunteer (?)
Wetriffs photoshoot
Find excuse to dress like pirate
-Hagley (?)
Get calendar (?)
Perseids (with Jeff?)
Hang with Kira, story tent
Get passport
Insert friend birthdays into phone
-via Facebook

Visit Mrs. Rock
Make HiQ Memorial "thing"

Talk
-Grateful
-Jealous/Proud
-One down

Write About
-scary dream
-eating fruit
-being in sun
-talking to family
-drunken uncle
-pool volleyball
-thought-provoking

Thank-you Letter
Mike, Dan, Laura
Sam (?)
Kathye again
Doc/Rock

Father's Day
?!?!

Short story
share heartbeat
Aliens "missed" religion
black cat, stuck fighting snake,
-sets on fire
Woman "uses" lover to escape husband
"Why didn't you get her a black Barbie?"

Dreams
Interviewing Pearse
Class with Mr. C.
Crazy "children's songs" partridge
'Cruisin' round Myrtle
-telling him about it
-Alex Van, drinks?

Poison Ivy bj
tree falls in a forest
-don't get caught
onion grill cleaner
wasp spray mace
Jeanne, love, Pat
Get Yellow Version
-classic rock
-what a wonderful world
-Billie Holiday LP, Strange Fruit
Sweet Things
Jeff
Dave
Matt
-driving around
-Christmas cookies/[H]ouse
-NPR on living room floor
Stasi
-beach
-mac n' cheese
Talking to Laura late night

Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Twodays

Dead Snow: the most ridiculous movie, or the best ridiculous movie? The film presents itself as being about "Nazi zombies," when it is more accurately about undead Nazis and the hilariously gory ways to kill them. It is one of the better zombies movies I've seen, eliciting much laughter and also quite a bit of anxiety. I dropped my cell phone when I went to the bathroom; I was very startled. Oh, and the whole thing was in Swedish or something and we had to read the subtitles. My mom said it was a waste of time.

My yesterday (6-28) was both productive and enjoyable. The afternoon held interesting company and a few activities I rather forgot about. It was an interesting contrast to my usual routine. I played the most violent videogame for Wii and a little bit of MarioKart. I'm still terrible at Super Mario Brothers, but I apparently rock the bumper pool. I played fetch with a very silly German Shepherd. My evening was less straightforward. I went walking. There was a gentleman on his porch, unsurprising, given the hour, but he was still consciously in his spot when I returned past his home two hours later. That time in between was not so productive except to get me physically active. It was very humid for a summer night, and jogging left my shirt uncomfortably damp. My calves ached when I woke up, but my head was much less foggy melancholic.

The better part of today was spent downloading music, correcting grammar, and procuring album art. I'm pleased to say that only things from the internet are lacking artwork, which is approximately 10 songs or so. I have exactly 60 Disney songs on my iPod, one anarchist audiobook (because they like producing free stuff), and one almost terrific video that captures me and Rob H. traipsing about the school at sunset.

I've been trying really really hard and fairly successfully not to nap. I have a huge to-do list being slowly chipped away at, but in two months, I'll be all moved into college. That's not a lot of time.

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Nobody Else, and I Sing at the Top of My Lungs

Being gone does things. It keeps me out of the loop, for one. I returned to a world upturned.

I'm sorry. I didn't know. I don't know why, but I understand more now. Perhaps my response was appropriate. Perhaps not. *hugs* It was a good way to tell me.

It doesn't feel right to leave childhood still so childish.

Steve and I made breakfast together this morning. He had two boxes of pancake mix, which when combined, yielded slightly under one cup of mix. Although, another thing adding volume to our one cup were the two bugs buried in the flower. There was no milk, so we mixed heavy cream and water together. They were the best pancakes I'd had since New Year's. One of them made a heart accidentally. Mrs. Girolomy taught him how to microwave bacon. He gave me my birthday present, which was a tiny pirate ship made out of clay. x]

I've thrown away my nights and wasted all my days over you-oooo-oooo-oo-ahooo.

And the upturned world fell into place.

[Edit: haha, flower]