I was going to tell you a little story that someone at work told me about their mother/mother-in-law, but after having typed out the entire paragraph, I decided that yes, I do like to observe everything that's going on around me at any and all times... Later relating it to other people I know, who I consider "cool" enough in my opinion, to bore to tears with idiotic little stories... But... Even though I try to be indiscriminate about it, and completely non-judgmental about things, I came to the conclusion that it's essentially her story and not mine. Much in the same way that I wouldn't think to reproduce someone else's outstanding photograph just because I happened to like it, I'm not going to tell you her story.
Sorry.
Just know that I spent the better part of an hour and a half sitting here typing that shit up before I decided to shift-click it and hit "delete".
I woke up reasonably early today and went about town looking for something to do. Seeing as I'm sitting here typing and it's still not even midnight, that's a pretty good indicator that I wasn't very successful in my little personal venture out into the outside world. I did drink way too much coffee though, and at the moment, especially after typing all that shit earlier, I really, really, REALLY (yes, really) need to use the bathroom. Yep. I'm not going to though. I'm going to sit here with my legs uncomfortably crossed until I'm damn sure that I'm satisfied with whatever nonsense happens to come out of my head at this time.
I watched the Anton Corbijn DVD. Fucking brilliant, aside from some Metallica videos he did. I'm not the biggest Metallica fan anymore (although I loved them as a little kid, fucking "Master of Puppets", ha.) but I guess it's worth it to see the awesomeness that is Depeche Mode...and Joy Division. To be honest, the only reason I even bought that DVD was the fact that it had Joy Division on it. Then I saw that it had interviews and snippets from all sorts of people (fucking Nick Cave and Kurt Cobain), and I decided that, yeah, I should probably shell out the money to get this. So I did, and it was well worth it.
I loves me some Joy Division.
The security guard, who walks around the little plaza-type shopping center where I work, is really fucking annoying. Every time I'm outside smoking/talking with anyone, he always feels the need to get a word in for some reason. I wish I had a force-field around me so no one could get within ten feet of me, unless I say so. That would be nice. Imaginary and pointless to wish for, I know, but nice nonetheless. That's not to say he's an asshole or anything, but still... I guess this whole way of thinking about people being all "up in my shit" could apply to most of the people walking and breathing around Fayetteville. Ah well. That's how it goes.
I saw some book that tells you how to be "lovely" just like Audrey Hepburn. I don't need to tell you that I was tempted to buy it. I'm such a nerd for anything Audrey-related. I didn't buy it though. A person like me, who has been known to wear pants for weeks in a row, simply because I can't remember which ones are clean and which ones are dirty, probably has no business owning a book that instructs one on the art of being lovely...
If I had a spare twenty dollars though... I would be reading all about how to dazzle all of you with my personal elegance and radiant inner beauty. Yep.
Speaking of books... I want that new Floria Sigismondi book. I knew she did music videos and all, but I didn't know that she did the Sigur Ros video with the little kids playing in the black snow with gas masks on. My day got a little brighter when I found that out. Angels sang and played trumpets and whatnot. Imagine something joyous and celebratory, yet masturbatory, something like the old animations from Monty Python. Yeah...and stuff. I can order the book from work, but it's 60-something dollars. I can go, maybe... 30? Possibly 40? I don't have 60-70 dollars to shell out on a book though, no matter how awesome it may be. Even if it has Audrey Hepburn or Joy Division in it.
(Now if someone for some reason actually made a book about both Joy Division and Audrey... I simply wouldn't eat for a while... Which wouldn't be much different from how things are now, but... Yeah. I'm a dork. Whatever.)
So I'm going to be super-nerdy and play some World of Warcraft now. See ya...
-Chris-
Sorry.
Just know that I spent the better part of an hour and a half sitting here typing that shit up before I decided to shift-click it and hit "delete".
I woke up reasonably early today and went about town looking for something to do. Seeing as I'm sitting here typing and it's still not even midnight, that's a pretty good indicator that I wasn't very successful in my little personal venture out into the outside world. I did drink way too much coffee though, and at the moment, especially after typing all that shit earlier, I really, really, REALLY (yes, really) need to use the bathroom. Yep. I'm not going to though. I'm going to sit here with my legs uncomfortably crossed until I'm damn sure that I'm satisfied with whatever nonsense happens to come out of my head at this time.
I watched the Anton Corbijn DVD. Fucking brilliant, aside from some Metallica videos he did. I'm not the biggest Metallica fan anymore (although I loved them as a little kid, fucking "Master of Puppets", ha.) but I guess it's worth it to see the awesomeness that is Depeche Mode...and Joy Division. To be honest, the only reason I even bought that DVD was the fact that it had Joy Division on it. Then I saw that it had interviews and snippets from all sorts of people (fucking Nick Cave and Kurt Cobain), and I decided that, yeah, I should probably shell out the money to get this. So I did, and it was well worth it.
I loves me some Joy Division.
The security guard, who walks around the little plaza-type shopping center where I work, is really fucking annoying. Every time I'm outside smoking/talking with anyone, he always feels the need to get a word in for some reason. I wish I had a force-field around me so no one could get within ten feet of me, unless I say so. That would be nice. Imaginary and pointless to wish for, I know, but nice nonetheless. That's not to say he's an asshole or anything, but still... I guess this whole way of thinking about people being all "up in my shit" could apply to most of the people walking and breathing around Fayetteville. Ah well. That's how it goes.
I saw some book that tells you how to be "lovely" just like Audrey Hepburn. I don't need to tell you that I was tempted to buy it. I'm such a nerd for anything Audrey-related. I didn't buy it though. A person like me, who has been known to wear pants for weeks in a row, simply because I can't remember which ones are clean and which ones are dirty, probably has no business owning a book that instructs one on the art of being lovely...
If I had a spare twenty dollars though... I would be reading all about how to dazzle all of you with my personal elegance and radiant inner beauty. Yep.
Speaking of books... I want that new Floria Sigismondi book. I knew she did music videos and all, but I didn't know that she did the Sigur Ros video with the little kids playing in the black snow with gas masks on. My day got a little brighter when I found that out. Angels sang and played trumpets and whatnot. Imagine something joyous and celebratory, yet masturbatory, something like the old animations from Monty Python. Yeah...and stuff. I can order the book from work, but it's 60-something dollars. I can go, maybe... 30? Possibly 40? I don't have 60-70 dollars to shell out on a book though, no matter how awesome it may be. Even if it has Audrey Hepburn or Joy Division in it.
(Now if someone for some reason actually made a book about both Joy Division and Audrey... I simply wouldn't eat for a while... Which wouldn't be much different from how things are now, but... Yeah. I'm a dork. Whatever.)
So I'm going to be super-nerdy and play some World of Warcraft now. See ya...
-Chris-
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that audrey hepburn part made me squirt beer out my nose