It never gets weird enough.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

After this, everything else in your life's got the volume turned down.

If you can wake up in a different time,
If you can wake up in a differen place,
Why can't you wake up a different person?
-Fight Club

I'm not really hard to please when it comes to books, to be honest with you. This is pretty much how it goes down - I scan through the stacks at work until I find a book with the same generic cover I always read - colorful, shiny, girly. I really hate to admit this, but...I read girly books. I really do. The girls are always getting their hearts broken, and going out for dinner with their gay best friend to try and get over it, and going to their high powered career where eventually they end up sleeping with a co-worker. Now it's embarrassing enough that I read those books. And that I don't know how to spell embarrassing. But if you knew how many of those books I read...wow, that would be embarrassing. You'd think if I didn't know how to spell it, I'd just quit using it, hey?

So recently I decided that I should try reading a book that I could actually carry around school with me whilst keeping my head held high. As soon as I start carrying a pink book with me, I have to look at the floor. My reputation could be shattered. So anyway, I decided it would be a good idea to read books that had movies made of them. I mean, obviously if they made a movie, it had to be good, hey? And I've read quite a few books and then watched the movie and gone "the book was waaay better". Examples:

Harry Potter 1-4
Drive Me Crazy (originally "Girl Gives Birth to Own Prom Date")
Where the Heart Is (although I have to admit, I totally had a crush on Fornie in the movie)
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (once again, Johnny Depp <3)
The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants
A Walk to Remember

There are much more, I'm sure, I just can't think of them right now. The only movie I can think of that I actually thought the movie was better than the book was The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. Maybe it was because everyone made a lot of fuss about the book, and when I read it I didn't find it all that fascinating. I did not cry the promised three kleenex boxes. My throat did not even get a little bit tight. And hey, maybe it's because I'm dead inside. Or maybe it's because the book just wasn't that good.

The point of this rant actually was about Fight Club. You could probably tell, since that's where I started out. I recently read this book (by Chuck Palahniuk) and it was unfrickinbelievable. Now I know I said I'm not that hard to please when it comes to books, but this was different. Most books I can read and be like, "Oh that was pretty good." But this book...I was pretty much blown away. I won't give anything away, but I will tell you that the end is a MAJOR curveball for you less perceptive people such as myself. I think this weekend I might have to watch the movie and see if it lives up to the book. I should really talk about books more often. I've gotten myself all excited. Now I shall leave you all with another memorable Fight Club quote:

Tyler Durden: It could be worse. A woman could cut off your penis while you're sleeping and toss it out the window of a moving car.
Narrator: There's always that.

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Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Maybe everything changed and I stayed the same.

Last night I had a dream about ice cream. I was in an ice cream shop. Well, it wasn't really a shop. I'm not sure how to explain it. There was this big table full of different buckets of ice cream. The buckets weren't sitting on the table, you must realize, they were actually level with the table. Perhaps there was a shelf of sorts underneath, I'm just not sure. Anyway, I was going around picking all of my favourite kinds of ice cream and putting them in my bowl. It was just a regular bowl from my kitchen, but somehow I was packing in quite a bit. Right when I started to stir the ice cream (I like it homogenous) I woke up.

I realize that dream was pretty lame, and you probably don't care too much about it, but there's history in that dream. It just came back to me this morning when I was thinking about it, but when I was little and I had nightmares that's what my mom would tell me to think about. I remember the list, like I can see it in my mind all numbered and titled. Things to think about when so scared you can't move: ice cream, camping, skating, playing barbies, soccer... My mom's a pretty resourceful woman.

So today I had a bad day. I decided that this would be the way to fix it:

Things to Think About When Having a Bad Day
1. Pay day is on Friday.
2. Tomorrow is Friday Eve.
3. Sometime in the future (and by that I mean the next two months) I might get a weekend off.
4. My awesome pretend suede coat that keeps me warm.
5. As well as my awesome pretend leather coat.
6. And my mitts and scarf. I <3 JP :)
7. Only 13 days until Scrubs Season 2 is out on DVD.
8. Only 15 days, 3 hours, and 20 minutes until Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is out in theaters.
9. The cute boy that used to smile at me. Wherever did he go?
10. How funny it was when I insulted those strangers at my lunch table today. They thought that since we had a couple common friends we could be friends. They thought wrong. Muahahaha.
11. Most important thing to think about - How much better tomorrow is going to be.

And the most important thing NOT to think about when you're having a bad day is how horrible your day was/is. It'll just make your belly hurt. Bad days are far too common lately. We must start a good day epidemic. I'm not sure if that's the word I'm going for, but I have dial-up internet, so I'm not looking it up. I'm having a bad day, YOU CAN JUST DEAL WITH IT!

I still blob you, though. ;)

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