I have been feeling particularly "down with the establishment" as of late.
In the past week, I have been reading 1984, and as expected, I love it. But I love it for all the skewed reasons. The book instills a feeling of fear in me; fear and truth at the same time. Our world is not far from resembling the world in 1984. I don't really feel like I have to say more. Most people have read this book or are familiar with its contents. But if you're not, I highly recommend you look upon its pages. I would also like to say: Skepticism, when dealing with matters related to humanity's well-being, is completely acceptable. It is encouraged. Stop being an apathetic, lazy, accepting, "safe," piece-of-shit-prole. Wake the fuck up and do something.
In the end the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it. It was inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later: the logic of their position demanded it. Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
On that note, I saw V for Vendetta on Friday with Shannon and her friends Jen and Rob. It. Was. Fucking. Amazing. As you can see, it is now one of my favorite movies. Unbelievable. Likewise, Shannon also bought the graphic novel at Barnes and Noble.
And the final installment of this "phase" I am going through -- I bought the Manic Street Preachers Greatest Hits this weekend. The sleeve has tons of great quotes in it:
"Art is the lie that helps us understand the truth." - Pablo Picasso
"Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards." - Kierkegaard
"The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it." - George Orwell
"I talk to God but the sky is empty." - Sylvia Plath
And my favorite.
"I feel so alone sometimes. The night is quiet for me. I would love to be able to sleep. I'm glad everyone is gone now. I will probably not rest tonight. I have no need for all of this. Help me Lord." - Elvis Presley
I spent the weekend with Shannon in Bluffton. We went out to eat Friday evening with her friends... then we went CD shopping and saw the movie later in the evening. Jen and her boyfriend Rob are lovely people, and I'm happy Shannon was able to meet kind, humorous, good-willed people like them to befriend. Then we retired to her dorm, chatted for awhile, and went to sleep. In the morning, we went shopping in Findlay and returned to Bluffton in the evening to attend her friend Elena's art show. Afterwards, we grabbed some iced cappuccinos and walked back to the college. We stayed up doing laundry, listening to music, reading, chatting, and drinking organic chocolate milk. After brunch this morning, she took me home.
I love Shannon so much. What with the book and the movie and the music as of late, I am beginning to look at life differently. I am beginning to appreciate my family more... and I realized today that if anything ever happened to Shannon, I would want to die, too. No one understands what she means to me. Aside from being my sister, she is my soul mate and my best friend. I will never love anyone as much as I love her.
The only downside to the weekend? I was -- and still am -- sick. My throat is raw and sore and mucus-coated. It's not much fun.
Work tonight was mucho grande busy. The phone literally rang every minute for at least three straight hours. Lately my paychecks have sucked hardcore and that's because I don't work more than three days a week anymore. Why? I've been busy. And because Abby, my manager, does not like me. She has never actually said this aloud, but I know it's true. I don't care. She has a large forehead and a whiney voice and bad taste in ringtones/music in general. Go suck a lemon. A very rotten lemon filled with flesh-eating maggots. Yes. I said it. And I don't take it back.
My next lyric tattoo is going to be Radiohead. I've decided.
I don't really enjoy green olives. I've decided.
I got a pair of new chucks this weekend. They are black with white skulls. They are super nifty. I've decided.
It's time to read and go to bed. Decision confirmed.
In the past week, I have been reading 1984, and as expected, I love it. But I love it for all the skewed reasons. The book instills a feeling of fear in me; fear and truth at the same time. Our world is not far from resembling the world in 1984. I don't really feel like I have to say more. Most people have read this book or are familiar with its contents. But if you're not, I highly recommend you look upon its pages. I would also like to say: Skepticism, when dealing with matters related to humanity's well-being, is completely acceptable. It is encouraged. Stop being an apathetic, lazy, accepting, "safe," piece-of-shit-prole. Wake the fuck up and do something.
In the end the Party would announce that two and two made five, and you would have to believe it. It was inevitable that they should make that claim sooner or later: the logic of their position demanded it. Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.
On that note, I saw V for Vendetta on Friday with Shannon and her friends Jen and Rob. It. Was. Fucking. Amazing. As you can see, it is now one of my favorite movies. Unbelievable. Likewise, Shannon also bought the graphic novel at Barnes and Noble.
And the final installment of this "phase" I am going through -- I bought the Manic Street Preachers Greatest Hits this weekend. The sleeve has tons of great quotes in it:
"Art is the lie that helps us understand the truth." - Pablo Picasso
"Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards." - Kierkegaard
"The quickest way of ending a war is to lose it." - George Orwell
"I talk to God but the sky is empty." - Sylvia Plath
And my favorite.
"I feel so alone sometimes. The night is quiet for me. I would love to be able to sleep. I'm glad everyone is gone now. I will probably not rest tonight. I have no need for all of this. Help me Lord." - Elvis Presley
I spent the weekend with Shannon in Bluffton. We went out to eat Friday evening with her friends... then we went CD shopping and saw the movie later in the evening. Jen and her boyfriend Rob are lovely people, and I'm happy Shannon was able to meet kind, humorous, good-willed people like them to befriend. Then we retired to her dorm, chatted for awhile, and went to sleep. In the morning, we went shopping in Findlay and returned to Bluffton in the evening to attend her friend Elena's art show. Afterwards, we grabbed some iced cappuccinos and walked back to the college. We stayed up doing laundry, listening to music, reading, chatting, and drinking organic chocolate milk. After brunch this morning, she took me home.
I love Shannon so much. What with the book and the movie and the music as of late, I am beginning to look at life differently. I am beginning to appreciate my family more... and I realized today that if anything ever happened to Shannon, I would want to die, too. No one understands what she means to me. Aside from being my sister, she is my soul mate and my best friend. I will never love anyone as much as I love her.
The only downside to the weekend? I was -- and still am -- sick. My throat is raw and sore and mucus-coated. It's not much fun.
Work tonight was mucho grande busy. The phone literally rang every minute for at least three straight hours. Lately my paychecks have sucked hardcore and that's because I don't work more than three days a week anymore. Why? I've been busy. And because Abby, my manager, does not like me. She has never actually said this aloud, but I know it's true. I don't care. She has a large forehead and a whiney voice and bad taste in ringtones/music in general. Go suck a lemon. A very rotten lemon filled with flesh-eating maggots. Yes. I said it. And I don't take it back.
My next lyric tattoo is going to be Radiohead. I've decided.
I don't really enjoy green olives. I've decided.
I got a pair of new chucks this weekend. They are black with white skulls. They are super nifty. I've decided.
It's time to read and go to bed. Decision confirmed.
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Even less than canned black olives?
That's sad.
If you like wise quotations, you should look up "The Selected Works of Phil Rizzuto".
It's profound.
~Trilo~