February 02, 2002 :: 3:37 a.m.
it's late and I want some Trix
So I'm bored. Really, really bored. There's nothing good on TV, not even on the Food Network. Right now some guy is carving up a cooked animal, which is disgusting, but I'm still watching it. Well, I'm not really
watching it. It's just sort of there, because MTV is playing crap and VH1 is doing some equally crap Behind The Music thing, and I don't get MTV2. My brother had digital cable in his room (which is where I am), but our lowly Carlisle cable provider sucks too much to let us have MTV2. Fuckers.
These are some things that I've been listening to obsessively for the last four hours:
Alanis Morissette - Hands Clean
Banco de Gaia - Glove Puppet (vocal version)
Rufus Wainwright - Hallelujah, Complainte de la Butte, Across the Universe
Ani DiFranco - Shy, 32 Flavors
Tattle Tale - Glass Vase Cello Case
Fiona Apple - Across the Universe
Poe - Gossip, Today, Padre Fear, Hello (hard version)
Yes, there are two versions of Across the Universe in there. Rufus and Fiona both do excellent covers. I love the hard version of Hello; I actually prefer it to the original. It's the version she played at the concert, too. The Banco de Gaia song is... haunting, for lack of a less clich� adjective. I used to have the CD, but unfortunately some mobile collection of belly button lint decided to remove them from my car for me. How kind of him. Why am I explaining these songs? They need no explanations.
You know... people with normal names do not get famous. If I ever do something so horrible that the Big Higher Power Type Being decides to curse me with children, I'm going to name them things like Keita and Lyra and Sicily, just in case.
My right shoulder is hurting like a mofo. I'm tempted to turn the showerhead to "massage" and sit in there with a book, but it would be kind of hard to keep the pages dry and I can't sit in the shower unless I have a way to amuse myself. If I could sing, I would sit in the shower and sing, but as it stands my horrific shrieks would wake my parents and probably kill one or both of the cats. So no. Looks like there won't be any shower massage action for me tonight. That's okay; sleeping on wet hair makes me look like a crack addict. I used to shower before I went to sleep, and the next morning my hair would be flat on one side and puffy on the other, and curled up strangely in places, and just generally bad and sticking out in all the wrong directions. Don't ask me how that has anything to do with being a crack addict; it just does.
I'm taking online quizzes to temporarily alleviate my boredom. The results are as follows:
If I were on Gilligan's Island, I would be The Professor.
I am 55% 80's pop act - The Smiths. I was a peripheral player in the eighties, people thought it was cool to be my friend, but they never really wanted to spend time with me. I'm supposed to go watch Twin Peaks reruns.
If I were a font, I would be The Kids. Wowie! I am The Kids! I am very strange, aren't I? I'm way out there doin' whatever juvenile thing floats my boat. Cool. (I thoroughly enjoy that dingbat-font and it makes me happy to be it.)
I am Margot Tenenbaum. I love to keep my secrets and I'm good at it. However, the past is hard subject, not to mention self-exploration. I don't care what others around me think... or do I?
My Inner Mana is so very innocent. I'm a bored, innocent little blue-haired girl.
I am Grape. I'm pretty friendly, but I have my mood swings now and then. (I hear ya, sister.)
My Tori song is Spark. Let it go. That was a long time ago. I tend to hold onto bad things.
I am the Engrish Bear. I always want to be clean. Sometimes.
I am Fabienne from Pulp Fiction. I'm sweet, but not naive - though I like to be babied like a child at times. I prefer to have a bad boy by my side, but sometimes have problems understanding why he has to run off to take care of business. I want to settle down, yet deep down inside, I am excited by the surprises life throws my way.
I am Daria. I am the poster child for "teen misfit," and hold in high contempt what I see as the shallowness and superficiality of the world around me. I am also cynical -- though I'd say I'm "realistic" -- and mistrustful of authority, and don't hesitate to make my opinions known when I see fit. I have a talent for writing, a sharp intellect, an even sharper tongue (my sarcasm could cut tempered steel), and a wit so dry it makes the Sahara look like a rain forest.
Yeah, so enough of that. I think I may just go to sleep. I mean, if I'm unconscious I don't have to worry about finding something to do, and the sooner I go to bed, the sooner I get to wake up and eat something. Because I'm bored/hungry, and I do so love to eat. Mmm, Trix... no. Sleep first. Sleep. 'Night.
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