posted on April 10, 2003 @ 8:03 pm
"true faith-94," new order
"bonus track," ladytron
"wishing well," inxs
"method acting," bright eyes
"on & on & on," catch 22
"in between days," the cure
last friday (a while back, no?) jennifer, frank and i went to this place called jim's around midnite or later. two of the guys in there were wearing cowboy hats, and when a table of girls left soon after we arrived, we were the youngest people there. it was cheap, though.
i saw that french movie irreversible saturday night with layla and stefan. damn, that rocked. dobie warns that the way it was filmed may cause dizziness, nausea, and seizures, and there are scenes of "unforgettable violence" and a 10 minute rape scene. obviously, layla and i were sold.
mark this on your calendar, lovlies, the day that chelsea was disgusted. the day that she curled up in her seat, mouth agape, staring in complete terror at a movie screen. the day she said, "and the fire exstinguisher? no. just...no." it was fun to retell and mime to jennifer, only the words causing her to stare open-mouthed. the rape scene wasn't as bad as i had anticipated. he anally raped her and kept his clothes on, so you couldn't see anything. she just screamed. horrible screams, though, i'll add. horrible as in man, i hope i never make that noise in my life. oh, and the "unforgettable violence" in that scene was relatively unpleasant. it made me flinch. the movie was filmed backward like momento. the gay club in it was called the rectum, and they kept asking, "where's the rectum?!" it was so hilarious.
heh, on the way to work today i was jamming to "suicide blonde." why am i such a dork?
i keep having making out dreams, and i really wish they would stop. they make waking up just that much more depressing.
i made a 104 on my grammar test. wee. i hate talking about my grammar class cause people think i'm learning about participles and gerunds and all that bullshit. it sucks. i've got to do grammar tonight cause i don't understand what we're doing right now. :gasp:
i promise i had something important to say, but i can't remember. or maybe i'm supressing it. the other day i was telling jennifer about how i can't remember anything lately. on my way to the pharmacy to get my whore pills, i went through my social (they ask for the last four for confirmation that it's you :shrug:). i said aloud, "###-##-##4...1? hmm."
so when i get there, the guy asks, "last four of your social?"
"##41?"
"what'd you say? -4 what?"
"-41?"
"-43?"
"yeah, ok, that'll work."
i better not get alzheimer's.
how nice, this catch 22 song has the pachebel cannon in it.