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i wasn't feeling well much wednesday night either, but here is a secret: i fell asleep during the most violent part of the movie where 28 days later sticks his thumbs in a man's eyes and says "and THIS is for ruining my birthday party in the 5th grade!" because i now have a "songs of the humpback whale" tape in my head. it plays greenline bus songs and tells funny jokes instead of soothing ocean sounds. hooray hooray! father yelled at people because we put burn marks on his carpet and this makes him angry. it makes me angry too because sometimes i am very dumb. moral: do not nance about the living room with lit sparklers. today i went to a wedding. this wedding wasn't so bad because the flower girl was a grumbling middle-aged man wandering in an infant stupor between rows of seats, frightened and confused and tripping on his dress while the audience turned and smiled adoringly. also there was cued audience laughter. the priest read edgar allen poe poetry with a flashlight shining under his chin and afterwards the bride came out with tears painted on her face to the tune of "if you are going to san francisco". instead of throwing rice we unleashed a hive of angered bees. i am lying to you. it was a traditional southern wedding where people are in love in front of people and everyone is wearing snazzy shining clothes. katelyn used to invite me over so we could plan her wedding together. i hated this game and would often go off and hide in the chimney to avoid it. her mother would bring me a tray of oreos. all i ever wanted to do was draw mustaches on the brides. i would say, 'it's funny because women don't normally have mustaches.' she would say 'look at this pretty dish-set.' this was all before the county clerk's office stole her and i never see her anymore. but i shouldn't be so selfish. october november december sigh. so i have a day of winter vacation left. i mean, this is okay. i'm looking forward to once again emmersing myself in the flourescent lighting and unhappy pubescent stage of the human race. i was talking to sister about how, over the vacation, neither of us have accomplished anything to further a tangible future. oh god. the future. but sometimes you absorb and nothing else. i think lately my brain is rolled in some sort of coagullated retarding juices where people will say beautiful things, and the things will float into my ears and then plummet into an open pit seemingly forever. but something triggers it on a tuesday in may and it comes flooding back in green and gold on the trees that socrates used to sleep in. that always happens. it's okay to stew and watch for a little while (and also think about the mumrah action figure with the lasers that comes out of his eyes.) here are some things i have seen and the 2 second film-strip is floating in my memory: 1. a laughing woman being led by the hand into a dried red clay creek-bed by a little boy 2. a girl playing tetherball by herself 3. a woman in a striped scarf, a man, and his two kids standing in front of an open door while the man says "larry sanders, good to see ya! this is my fiance so and so.." 4. a silhouette of a cat 5. a mysterious flapping shadow 6. a brand new green sprout in my front lawn 7. i found a new scar on my knee 8. it smells like overcast skies and wet wood outside 9. i will stop this now.
by The JavaScript Source
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