Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

It's 3:30 in the morning, and I'm only going to say this once: I do not give a fuck about Paris Hilton. I don't care if she's in jail or out of jail. I don't care what she's wearing, what she's saying, where she's staying, how her jail time was, who she's fucking, and I certainly don't care what her favorite kind of cupcake is. In fact, I don't even care if she lives or dies.


So shut the fuck up about her already. She contributes nothing to my life.

And it's February 4th again. Time really flies.









Oh, and something happened today that reaffirmed my faith in humanity. I was in Shaw's, and I was trying to get to some chocolate covered pretzels, but they were on the very top shelf, and the front ones had all been taken, and I am short and I couldn't reach them. 

Then some random nice guy, a complete stranger, was like "do you need help?" and I told him what I was trying to get, and he grabbed it for me, because he was tall enough. He didn't work at Shaw's, and he didn't have to help me, but he did. Because sometimes people don't suck. 

It's the little things like that that matter the most, and make life worth living. As long as people are still capable of acts of kindness, no matter how tiny, I think the human race will survive.




So I say unto you, do little helpful things. For friends, for strangers, for everyone. Even if you think they won't amount to anything. I will probably never see that guy again, but he made my day. You never know what the effect of a small act of charity might be.

Ok, you know what? I like The Fantastic Four. I even have it on DVD. And I've watched it in Spanish. I just found out they're making a second one, and I'll go see it and probably like that one too.

What annoys me is not that people think it's not a good movie, because really, it's not, but that they can't like it just the same.

Yes, ok, sometimes I want to go see a movie, and have to think, and have to wonder who's really the good guy, and talk about it ad naseum afterwards, and appreciate the plot and like the character development and all that jazz.

But sometimes you just want to watch hot people in spandex blow shit up while delivering bad dialogue. (Which you still find funny.) You want clearly defined good and evil. You don't care that it's predicatable or that the bad guy's name could not get any cheesier if they tried. (It's Victor Von Doom. I mean, come on.)

You just want to be entertained. No every movie can be an intellectual work of art, nor would you want them all to be. Sometimes your brain just needs a rest.

I never heard the phrase "art for art's sake" until this year, but now I'm enamoured with it.

It explains how I feel about poetry. Poems aren't meant to be torn word from word and line from line; they're meant to be read (out loud preferably) and enjoyed and mulled over and felt.

That's why poems are exempt from basic ordinary rules of grammar and word usage and sentence structure. They're beyond that.

If you need to analyze every word of a poem to get its meaning, then you've missed the point entirely.

Poems aren't written for anyone or anything other than the poet, (even if you think they are, they really aren't) and they aren't written for any other purpose besides simply to be written; to put into physical form a feeling.

Poems are good simply because they are, or they're bad simply because they are. You like a poem because it hits something in you, and you dislike a poem because it misses the mark. Poetry is the simpliest complicated thing in the world.


No matter what anyone ever says, I will always believe these things.

Yesterday I went to Church St. with Shannon, Meg, and Melissa. It was a day of firsts.

First time I ever held a girl's hand while she got her ears pierced. (Shannon. And then she thanked me for my excellent advice to get both done at the same time.)

First time I ever went in American Eagle. (And hopefully the last. I know some people like that kind of thing, and I respect that, but I am not one of them. And $40 is way too much for one shirt.)

First time I went to Bruggers Bagels in Vermont. (They accept my Knight Card, which is like a debit card that they give us here at St. Mike's.) So that was cool. BEST BAGELS EVER.

First time I went to Downtown Discs, a lovely place that sells used cd's cheap. Must go back when I have more money and buy.

First time I went to Borders without my gift certificates and had to leave without buying anything, even though I have about $50 to spend there. RAWR! I will not do that again.

Then I had this thought while I was falling asleep last night/this morning: People always say 'dance like no one is watching. Fuck that! Dance like the whole WORLD is watching, and you want then all to see how amazing you are. And how good you dance.

Boys!

They drive me crazy! (Ok, in all fairness, no boy has done anything to me today, or any day recently for that matter, and all boys mentioned here are completely innocent of anything other than being male, which really is crime enough if you think about it, so what I guess I'm REALLY saying here is that my overactive mind drives me crazy, but I'm going to blame boys because they're on my mind...anyways)

Sometimes they make me so mad because I'm convinced that all they want is sex, and if you're not willing to give them that (or you don't look like you'd be willing) they pay less than no attention to you. And all that bullshit that people tell you about how being confident will attract boys is just that: bullshit.

Then I see them doing unbarable adorable things, and I just want to hug them. Artie twists his hair around his finger when he takes notes in Biology. It's the cutest thing ever. And I saw this guy Logan (who I don't really know but he's in my first year seminar) reading all alone under a tree with his shoes kicked off and I just wanted to go sit next to him because he just looked so cute. (Not attractive cute. Adorable cute.)

ARGH!

What kills me in general is that I don't think either of them, or any other boy for that matter, notices me. (Except Alex, who does always say hi to me when he sees me, or smiles guiltily at me when we catch each other not paying attention on class.)

SEE, THIS IS WHY THEY'RE INFURIATING! I want to hate them, but I just can't. And every time I become convinced they're all not worth my trouble, one convinces me otherwise.

Sigh.

Boys.

After calling almost every person I know, and failing to find an available person to go see Red Eye, I decided to get my creepy/hot guy fix by renting Queen of the Damned. I proceded to watch Stuart Townsend parade around half naked and half in skintight leather, and lots of eye make-up. After watching this movie, I suddenly realized why I was so attracted to Phil.

Then Heather called and said the retirement party for her mom was over and did I want to go to the late showing of Red Eye with her and Emalee.

So we went, and let me tell you that I would have done anything that man asked, and then fucked him in the bathroom. (This does not bode well for my real life relationships. I like vampires and calculating secret agents.)

Anyways...Oh yeah. The bathroom scene. God, I could just SEE the thoughts in her head as she was glaring at him in the tiny airplane bathroom: God I hate you and you're evil, yet I find myself strangely attracted to you...Do me?

Jackson: I haven't gone by the name Jack since I was five years old. My full name is Jackson Rippner. Think about it.
Lisa: That was nice of your parents.
Jackson: Yeah that's what I told them. Right before I killed them. (He was kidding. I think.)

Lisa: I've been trying to convince myself of one thing for two years.
Jackson: That it was beyond your control?
Lisa: That it would never happen again.

Yeah. So here's what I learned tonight:

1. Vampires must spend a fortune on eye makeup and leather.
2. There are no fat, ugly, or old vampires. There are only young, cute, hip ones. If a fat, ugly, or old one does appear, he will shortly become dead.
3. Being a dumb whore groupie/bimbo will get you a painful death. Being a clever librarian will get you an eternity with Lestat and his skintight pants.
4. Drinking the blood of The Queen of the Damned will enable you, if you are a vampire, to walk in the sun.
5. Vampires make good rockers, and have excellent singing voices.
6. Never become a hotel manager, especially if you have big name clients.
7. When someone calls you and frantically tells you to pull a fire alarm, do it.
8. If you disable/kill a hitman, make sure you take all his guns, knives, etc. off his person for you to use later.
9. The suave, calculating, intelligent, (gorgeous) unbeatable phycho you are up against will always turn into a clumsy, stupid, bumbling, (but still gorgeous) easily beat fool when you need him to.
10. Even if you have spent an hour crying and whimpering and being stupid and obvious in your escape attempts, you will always suddenly grow both a brain and a backbone when you need them and thereby defeat your phychotic enemy.

P.S. The scene in QotD where Lestat and whatever Allyia's character's name was are in the bathtub with the red rose petals? HOTTEST THING EVER.

I forgot to mention what happened the other day at the Friendly's in West Leb.

Well, nothing really happened, exactly, but it was memorable.

My mom and I were sitting in our booth, pretty much done with lunch, (I had some sort of delicios barbecue chicken thing that came with three or four side dishes...I like side dishes) when these two men with a baby were seated across from us.

Now, two men out to lunch with a blonde baby girl is not something you see every day, (especially when said girl is yelling quite loudly) so naturally Mom and I looked over at them occasionally.

They ordered a hot dog and macaroni and cheese to appease the little girl, and while they waited for the food to arrive, they just...It's hard to describe really, they were just so...compatable, I guess, and...comfortable with each other. They just talked and moved and existed like they'd been together their whole lives, and were meant to be that way.

In short, they exuded coupleness. A sort of relationship that is neither plutonic nor family related, but made up entirely of love. (And they both had on weddings bands...But on their right hands. That was a cute touch.)

Anyways, the food came quickly (I suspect they rushed the order...She was not a quiet baby) and one man cut up the hot dog and placed a piece in front of the girl.

Whereupon, she immediately wacked it off the table with a strength that one would not expect from such a small being. It was the cutest and funniest thing I have ever seen.

That lunch made my day really. It was just...nice. Cute. Normal. They weren't very attractive men, they certainly weren't flamboyant; if you saw one or the other alone you would probably pass him by without a second glance. They were just two people, in love, with their daughter, having lunch. Normal. The very essence of humanity.

I defy anyone to tell me that is wrong.

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And I say unto thee, people of Livejournal Land, that last night Megan the Mighty did sally forth to the abode of Lady Janeea, wherein she did meet the fine Lady and her companions Liz the Brave and Hannah, Queen of Snark.

After much revelry and laughter, the Ladies Four did hunger greatly and set out on a journey to the Chopper of Prices to procure vittles. But Lady Janeea fell under the spell of Ella the cute, and had to be forcibly wrested away from the siren song of goos by her fellow questors.

Having narrowly escaped the clutches of The Cute One, the Four did sally forth to the Chopper of Prices, and did find the foods for which they hungered. They then conquered the self check-out, and returned triumphant to the home of Lady Janeea, laden down with Taquitoes, Cheddar cheese, crackers, mini poppy seed muffins, and small apple pasteries.

After the feast, the fine ladies retired to the private rooms of Lady Janeea, there to watch a fine entertainment provided by Hannah, Queen of Snark. The Neverwhere proved quite fun to observe, but the obligations of the day to come weighed heavily on the mind of Lady Janeea, and so the Ladies Four did sleep.

Their sleep was most cozy, and in the morn Lady Janeea did set out to provide food for the people of her lakeside kingdom.

Not wishing to overstay their warm welcome, Megan the Mighty, Liz the Brave, and Hannah, Queen of Snark did leave the home of Lady Janeea in the horseless carriage of Megan the Mighty.

Thus ended the adventures of these fine ladies for the night, but lo! Before parting, they did plan to sally forth to a new entertainment in a time not far off.

But that is a tale not yet written!