November 20, 2001 :: 11:50 p.m.
book discussion and other things
listening to... Pauly Shore tell a middle-aged woman that she's giving him a semi.
reading... tex and molly in the afterlife, by Richard Grant.
feeling... slightly irritated, but otherwise alright.
So now that I've been fed and watered and I'm feeling pretty good, I'm back. This thing (the diary) amuses me a great deal more than I thought it would. I'm frequently bored, as I have no life, and it gives me something to do other than sit and count the dust molecules collecting on my wallet. <--- I do this because in addition to being bored, I'm also unemployed. Actually, I was scheduled at Friendly's last weekend, but I didn't know that, and I really have no inclination to go back to that godawful place anyway. I do need to find a job soon, though. What with Christmas coming and all. Christmas doesn't mean much to be personally, but I love giving gifts, so I usually have fun with it. If I don't have a job, though, it'll suck. Christmas aside, once the half-tank of gas I have in my car runs out I won't be driving anymore, and my insurance is due at the end of this month. I can't live without a car, and so therefore I must get off my ass and make some money.
Now then. The book I'm reading right now is awesome. It's weird and different and very intriguing. It's about these two people who die. *laughs* I'm not very good at summarizing things, especially when I haven't read it all yet. So here's the little snippet on the back cover:
Tex and Molly - two aging hippies in Dublin, Maine - survived the '60's, the "Me" Decade, Reaganomics, and the Republican Revolution.
But they don't survive past chapter two.
Molly's and Tex's abrupt and accidental deaths have granted them a unique opportunity to brazenly reinvent their person realities - not to mention a chance to commune with various forsaken ancient deities and down-and-out woodland spirits. But a pair of gentle souls once firmly rooted in the Earth cannot so easily vacate this corporeal plane. There are despoilers, witches, wolves, outlaw hackers, and rabid survivalists running wild through the soon-to-be corporately mutated Great North Woods. And Tex and Molly aren't about to vanish forever into the fast-moving eddy of Time until they take one last shot at profoundly influencing Eternity and this Life that is no longer theirs.
It's sort of trippy. I like it a lot. There are these little boxes with Afterlife Factoids in them. So far I've seen three:
Afterlife Factoid #1Making tea is much harder than you would imagine.
Afterlife Factoid #2
Dead hippies are invisible.
Afterlife Factoid #3
Death is no big deal to a cat-person.
I love finding cool books. And what's even cooler about this one is that I got it at Book Sale, this weird discount book store near my house, for $5.00 - it was originally $13.50. Ahh, the glory of cheap things.
My brother talks all the time just to hear his own voice. At least, that's the only reason I can see. Would this bother anyone else? It annoys me to no end.
Tomorrow night is Movie Night at Joe's. I don't know who will be there - Joe, of course, me and Adam, maybe Carla and her boyfriend, Chad. I'm kind of hoping Chad doesn't come. I mean, he's a nice enough guy and all, but he's sort of dumb. He's not stupid, per se, just a bit dense. He means well, though. It'll be nice to see Adam. I saw him this weekend, but still. I used to see him like every day, but since he's left for school I only see him on weekends most of them time. :( I know i shouldn't complain; lots of people have it much worse than I do. For a while I was contemplating going to school in California, but I've decided that, for a lot of reasons, that isn't plausible. I would miss him too much for it to be a good experience. I'm too emotional and attached and... well, in love for that. *sigh* But anyway. We're getting together on Friday, too, to make dinner and work on math for my SAT and maybe rent a movie. I need to study for that really hardcore, because math is not my thing.
My ear hurts. I got them pierced like two months ago (yes, for the first time), and they were crooked, so I took the left one out and had it re-done on September 11th, of all days. It was in the right spot, but when I tried to change the back from a butterfly thing to a safety back, it closed up, and I had to re-pierce it myself. It hurt like a mother, and even though it's pretty much all healed up now it still gets sore sometimes. Bah.
I'm watching Son in Law. As far as Pauly Shore movies go, it's pretty good. Or maybe it's not. I like it, anyway. People in movies really bother me. They're so malicious and foul. Their personalities are exaggerated to make an impact on the viewer, which is fine... but the fact that there are actually people in the world like that is what irritates me. Whatever.
I think I've run out of things to write about.
"So I didn't bone her."
"He didn't bone me."
"You guys didn't bone!"
*laughs* Using the word bone in that context amuses me way too much. Oh, here's a fun link. If you go to the recent discoveries page, there's a shirt near the top that says, "I hate myself and I want to die." It's got a rainbow on it. I want it. :)
-Amanda
back & forth
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