Thursday, February 16, 2006

Time has accelerated and I've done nothing to mark its passage

Current Music: The Juliana Theory - This is Your Life

Oh yes. . . Oh god yes. Just back home from Borders. Basically, my mother is trying to buy her way back into my good graces. . . Again. I swear, I keep ending up with friends who are like my mother, but they are still good people. Just. . . hard to agree with. For whatever reason.

ANYWAY, bought some good stuffs that I've wanted for a while. The next Deathnote (danke Gaboon) manga, number four, was begging to be purchased. So was the untranslated number five but even I have limits. And a book in a language I can't read is just barely over the line. But I wanted it anyway. The Ghost in the Shell comic that I have wanted since ages ago. I know, I know it is just tits and ass but it is really well rendered and colored tits and ass. Bought Freakonomics for Frankie, which he will leave in the bathroom and I will finish reading before him. He knows this but. . . Oh well. I've been re-reading House of Leaves since. . . Well, there is never really a way to understand this book. The guy took ten years to write it and it really shows. I get to the parts where Navidson will be frantic and running and the pages will only have 5-20 words and I'm flipping, frantically, to find out what happens. It is. . . Very very well done.

I got a lip balm, finally, that I can actually stand. No color in it, not shiny or glittery or some other crazy shit that I do not need on my face. Just a nicely flavored balm. Got it in this Jones Soda valentines gift someone gave me. Came with two bottles of Love Potion #6, the lip balm of the same flavor and a CD of artists I don't really care about. Romantic music. . . Never really been my style.

Oh fuck, that completely reminded me of bloody The Juliana Theory. Bastards just broke up. Way too bloody sad. I read about it, of all places, on their MySpace. They were one of the few bands I listened to that were still together, me and my super emotionally charged emo bands. Those guys never last.

uhm. . . Nothing else right now. Akim, sexiness is not spelled with a 'y'. I would have thought you would know that.

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