Davy Jones

DAVY JONES IS DEAD!
Yeah, I'm a little slow on that, but I only just found out while I was working, and that was because Matt decided to shout it out behind me. Ruined my day. I also seemed to be the only one in the office mourning; odd since I'm the youngest, well except for the dog. Then to top it off, he started playing "Daydream Believer" and he didn't even know the lyrics! I'm actually really saddened by his death.
This is rather hypocritical of me, since I don't generally care about celebrities and what happens to them. I think it's because of The Monkees. I love them. I saw them in concert. I have every song they ever released. I loved Davy, although he was not my favourite Monkee, that was/is/always will be Micky Dolenz. I think I understand why this is affecting me more than other celebrities. It's because Davy had a massive heart attack, and didn't just overdose and make a big scene of himself. This is also one of the biggest teen idols of the century, and no on seems to fucking notice! Yeah, Whitney Houston was pretty huge, I personally didn't know much of her work until after she died and I still don't care for it, but she's only been around since the 80s. Davy was from my era (or at least the one I should have lived through), the 60s. A time of peace, love, and groovyness. Not a time of crazy clothes and break dancing. I don't care for the 80s too much. They're too mainstream for me.
But this is a singer who was known around the world for what would have been 50 years in 2015. This is a singer who was the heart-throb of girls around the world for decades, essentially what the teeny-bopper-heart-throbbers have aspired to be (Justin Boobie eat your heart out).
One last thing: celebrities die in 3s? Whitney Houston, Davy Jones...

Best Job EVAR!

I kinda love my job. Not the fact that it might be over soon, but just the job in general.
To start off, you might need a little background. I  have college instincts, specifically the ones that say if there is free food, then you should eat as much as possible, even more sometimes. So in this line of work there is a lot of food. At all the sets I've gone to, breakfast and lunch have been provided along with snacks throughout the entire day. That's a lot of food. We even get lunch in the office. This is a good job for me. Plenty of food. I might actually gain weight  with this job! (Little note: I've been 5'8" and 120 pounds since I was 14, never changed).


Another thing is the awesome people I get to work with. There's Bobert, who is just chill, Steve (not the internet) who is Steve, Matt who doesn't give a shit what people think, the ever-charming Cameron who wears tee shirts in February and a giant coat and scarf, and Rufus who is a Rufus. I can't explain this guy. He's so different from every person in the world. This guy is crazy, but in a good way. Never shuts up, but he always has something interesting/funny/awesome/cool to say. He has really fluffy dark brown hair, like how mine used to be in the extremely humid summer. He has been pretty much everywhere, and likes to live out in the country. Like real country. Log-cabin in the middle of nowhere style. This dude has been fucking everywhere, gone to school in France, hitchhiked through Ireland, and gone all through South America. Who is this guy?
There was also cake. I mean cake. It was the (I don't know what she does) girl's birthday. We had a cake for her. But we had to distract her. So naturally Rufus does a banging good job at it. He pretty much had her distracted going on tangent off of tangents until their conversation had gone in about 3 circles and the homemade cake with chocolate icing appeared. It was good cake...

Why?

So while I wait for my hair to dry, I wonder why did I do this to my hair? Why blonde? Well it won't be blonde for long. Soon it will be TEAL!
But yeah, I've put the lightener in it, and I've missed some spots, so I have sandy hair, with what looks to be light brown highlights/lowlights (I don't know the correct term for hair stuff all the time).
While I wait for my hair to dry...it's just getting bigger. How is it that big? I didn't even know I had that much hair. It's also really really tangled, and painful.
This bleaching kit, it burns. I accidentally got some on the back of my neck, and it burnt more than the rice from the other day.
I am back! Miss me?

I was finishing my hair; I'm now out of bleach. And my hair will be dead. I also think I look like Shaggy from Scooby Doo.

Angry Cooking Rant

Yep. I'm pissed, and not in the drunk way.
Expecting a package from the oh-so-important college of my choice to arrive at my father's house, I gave instructions to my mother to send it up to me, so I could fill it out. However, before my mum could get it, my father had opened my parcel and read through it. The fucking mail that has MY fucking name on it, was opened by him.  Not that it's anything private, just an enrollment agreement. But how could he do that? He, who has lectured me about how important it was for me not to rifle through his things, and not to interfere with his stuff. I just don't fucking understand it. My privacy was violated by someone not even in the same state! I can't trust him anymore.
Virginia is not my home and will NEVER be. I can't be in a place where I fear for my life from my sister, and can't trust my father. I never want to go back. I want to go home, wherever that is.
To vent my anger I am cooking. In my own way it's cooking. I have thrown some ramen into a pot, with the sauce packets, some dumplings, onions, and broccoli. Then I fried some rice and threw cheese in with it.
Sadly I have no appetite now after making this mess, and burning my neck on a grain of burning rice that was determined to decapitate me.

Office Shinanigans

Person 1: "First animal that comes to your mind. Go!"
Person 2: "Apple"
Person 3: "Snake"
Person 4: "Fox"
Person 5: "Bear"
Person 1: "Fox it is"
Person 5: "BEAR!!!"
Person 1: "Too late! I'm already drawing a fox."
Person 2: "That's not a fox..."
So after my 10 hours of much needed sleep, I got to the office (on time) to hear this conversation going on in the Productions department...and I thought I didn't do anything at work.
Also there, I learned that fax machines are stupid, and that they think I'm just as stupid as they are. The one at the office goes out of it's way to try and prove it's point by failing to send any faxes I have to send out. Fucking fax machine...
While I was doing my amount of nothing, the guys around me were trying to figure out how to make a conference call with the office phones. The got to three people, then...it kind of failed when they added a fourth. Not like someone pressing the wrong button, but just downright refusing to cooperate and dropping the first person dialed. Funny as an apple being an animal.
A quick summary of my usual work day:

1. 6:00 wake up
2. 6:20-6:45 think about getting out of bed
3. 6:50 take shower
4. 7:20 dress
5. 7:30 eat whatever I can find and my assortment of vitamins, painkillers, and allergy meds
6. 7:55 leave
7. 8:00 catch subway
8. 8:15 get off subway
9. 8:30-ish enter office
10. 8:30-11:00 whatever Steve (not the Internet) tells me to do
11. 12:00 food
12. 12:30-17:00 whatever Steve (not the Internet) tells me to do
13. 17:00 go home

After that it's kind of random. Well not really, it's mostly me eating and watching movies/Gintama on my laptop along with an assortment of YouTubers.

But this is kind of my old schedule from high school...I even used my backpack today to carry my stuff instead of my laptop bag...I felt like I was back in school...fuck. I'm not that homesick.

I don't even know if I'm going to have a job next week. No one has said anything about next month. I might have to pack my things and move back to Virginia. I don't exactly want to go. BAH! I wish I knew what would happen in my life! BAH!

3 Weeks

It's been 3 weeks and I'm homesick. But not for a place. I'm homesick for familiar faces, my friends, and most of all my dog, horse, and cat. Each time I see a mounted police man I miss riding my horse. Every time I pass someone walking a big dog I miss mine. And my cat, well I just miss her, but she doesn't do much so there isn't much that reminds me of her, except maybe the stray cats I see every once in a while.
I'm also really really tired. I got up at 6:00 and worked at the office from 8:00 to 18:00 these past few weeks, and I realized this is almost the same pattern I had while I was in school. Great... Yeah I use the 24-hour clock so that way I don't confuse myself, also I think it sounds cool and makes more sense.
Today of all days, I went to the office 50 blocks from my apartment, only to find the door locked. I contacted the people I worked with and well apparently we had the day off. So I walked back. It was cold. And lonesome. My Zune (yes I have a Zune and still use it) was on it's last bit of battery, flashing red since I left my place, yet it lasted almost 2 hours. Needless to say I was impressed.
I was also impressed, and somewhat creeped out, when I found a page from my physics notes between my bed and the wall. I would have sworn that I threw all of them in the recycling bin. Roommate and I had a discussion about this, and how some of her old friends used to have a bonfire with their old notes. Maybe that's what I should have done. Like how medieval persons burned "witches" at the stake so that they would die and never come back. I should have burned my notes, so that they wouldn't haunt me. Maybe if I roasted marshmallows over the fire and then ate the marshmallows, then I would be able to remember what was written in them. Okay, that's not going to happen, but that would be supermegafoxyawesomehot if it did.
Who knew sorbet was vegan? I guess it's kind of obvious now that I think about it, but still, how much normal* stuff can vegans eat?

*normal=omnivorous diet

Masochist? Maybe

There is a storm. A spinning twister of anguish, freezing acidic rain of tears, bolts of anger striking, followed by overwhelming claps of sorrow. Well not exactly. I just thought that was a good metaphor.

I went out to the South Ferry today to see the Statue of Liberty.  Oversleeping like I have grown accustomed to on weekends, I was unable to get to the ferry in time to see both the Statue and Ellis Island. Oh well, c'est la vie. I plan to go back and see the island, but I'm not to sure how much I want to.

On the ferry over I saw the statue. In my mind the sun was rising and glinting off the torch. The short ride stretched and multiplied from minutes to weeks. It was already cramped on the deck, with winds biting and the boat tipping as everyone gathered on one side. I could feel that I could see the welcoming arms of a bright city, but the boat was turning away, to a small island with large fences. A world that promised freedom to outcasts, but had to screen them first.

I thought of the ancestors that had been on the island on their way over, and I realized that I had less of that in my history than half of the people I was travelling with. The majority of my family (that I know of) stayed in Ireland. I don't know why or how I could have imagined that today.

At the Vietnam Veterans Memorial, I cried when I read the letters etched into a wall. I don't know why tears welled in my eyes at this.

I still dream about that girl I fell in love with. Stupid, I know, but some things just can't be helped.

And the movie Mermaids did not help my mood. I don't know why I even clicked on it. Maybe Cher was calling me through my monitor...

There are some nights like tonight when I just want to lay wrapped up in blankets eating digestives, pocky, and squid and drinking hot chocolate. But then I get hungry and find out that I really don't know how to go grocery shopping as I find nothing to make a main course out of except Ramen, vegan dumplings, and tofu.

For those wondering: I am not a vegetarian, or a vegan. I just can't remember to buy meat with the rest of my food.

Yeah, I'm Not the Best Person in the World

So I humiliated my friend in front of our friends while I am 6 hours away from any of them. I also may have ruined his chance with this girl that he may or may not like; he won't tell me. I understand why he won't tell me, and I feel bad about betraying his trust. He asked me not to tell anyone, and I just blanked that part out and concentrated on not being angry for doing it in the first place.
A little information: I don't really like the chick. She's okay, very nice (a little too nice), but she just can't seem to process that no one is perfect and she seems to go out with different guys who never live up to her standards. I guess part of me wanted to protect him from that misery, the other part just can't really stand her.
But I guess I'm just a dumb dyke who can't keep her mouth shut, or remember anything.
Also, I'm in love with the guy, except for the tiny problem of him being a guy. Let me explain. This is the #1 perfect person for me. He is awesome, sweet, nerdy enough for me not to seem weird, and we have a lot of the same tastes in things, even girls. There is just no physical attraction. I like the theory of him, but not his anatomy. I guess what I used to say is true: you love people for what's in their hearts, not what's in their pants. But to paraphrase my friend: what's in the pants is an added bonus.
Is there a reason for this? Sort of. I wanted to get this out of my head, because I won't be able to fall asleep thinking about it, and at least this way I'll be okay. I know I have 2 readers, and they both know me and might be shocked by my proclamation of love for our friend, so this probably means nothing to the world. I just wanted to (somewhat) publicly apologize to my friend by using Steve (the Internet as my amazing cousin and I decided, since Steve corresponds with some of the most distracting people we know). I'm sorry I can't keep a secret other than my own.

I'm Acting Almost Like a Grown Up

I had to go to the bank today. I had to open my own checking account, since my other bank is only in northern Virginia, Maryland, West Virginia, and DC. It's not exactly handy if I live in New York for the time being, until I move to California. Oh you didn't know that? (Even if you did I'm still telling you) In July I shall be moving to a place far far away called California, where I will attend school in the magical district of North Hollywood. Yep, I'm going to be a college kid. Fun times ahead (referring to the trip out there with all of the awesome people not in my life at the current moment). I am going to study...*drum roll please*... FILM MAKING!

Well anywhich, after finding a bank and opening my new checking and savings accounts I found an Asian convenience store! It reminded me so much of my BEEF and all the awesome Asian stuff she uses and feeds me. Yeah, the grown up part of that is that I went back there for my grocery shopping. I didn't really buy a lot of groceries, but I did buy enough food to last me a week or so. I still have 3 boxes of ramen to eat that I brought up here with me. Grocery shopping, that's very grown up.

Untitled

I really couldn't think of a title since today I just kept a list of the things I thought I could rant about.
I have been watching Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, and really all I can think about is how much Guildenstern reminds me of Jake from Jake and Amir, and the more I think about that the more I make myself think of Rosencrantz as Amir. But I'm still not sure which is which...and this is the second time I've seen it.
In the office today the Bob (known forever more as Bobert) asked if I had change from the toll roads. I got to thinking: why are there speed limits on toll roads? I mean, yes it's safe, but shouldn't it at least be higher than normal since people are paying to use it? Of course there are the tolls in Ireland where your license plate is recorded and you pay for it online afterwards...random. Also today I had to give someone back money, and apparently I gave them too much, and he complained. Why? Why complain if someone gives you too much money? Please tell me if I do that, but don't complain. It makes no sense.
I've also kind of been wasting some time. You see my job in the office is to pick of Steve's (not the Internet's) slack, but Steve (not the Internet) is awesome at his job, so I don't do much. I play with Google Maps, and lately draw on my hands. I don't know why it's so entertaining to draw stitches around my pointer finger, a fleur de lis on my middle finger, and an HRC symbol on my ring finger. I'm just getting weirder.
I'm also kind of disappointed now. I used to always think my small city was tiny. I was told it was smaller than central park, but now I've actually Googled it and found that it's bigger. I don't know why I resent my town so much. It wasn't horrible, except for my father's relatives and their friends, but it was just boring. It was not my style with nothing but civil war history and the entirety of the town focused on the high school and the apple blossom festival. I just didn't feel right there. It feels good up here, though I could do with out the cold.
I saw an incredibly awesome feet today. Bobert opened a huge UPS box that was delivered today...WITH A SPOON! Yeah, I'm easily amused.
One tiny tidbit so this doesn't seem too rambly. It's the year of the dragon in the Chinese zodiac, and all I can think of is Mushu from Mulan. A little tiny almost pathetic dragon, voiced by Eddie Murphy. BEST YEAR EVAR!

I Kinda Just...

Fun Fact: I don't know how to use a fax machine. At least I didn't until today. I never used a fax machine in my life. All I ever knew about them was to not call them on a phone. But I had to fax somethings today, and I didn't know how. This is definitely a sign of a new era, one that will grow up with email and Skype instead of fax machines and phones.
So apparently having a drivers license in the film world, is like being a pirate who can swim. It's useful, but that means you get sent out for shit. I was just sitting at my table, waiting for the printer to be free so I could print out some signs, when Steve (not the internet) asks the fateful question, "Hey, do you have a drivers license?" That was when I knew I was about to swim. Before I knew it I was with the Bob (identifiable "chestnut-brown haired motherfucker") at the parking garage across the street getting into a Prius. I'd never driven a Prius. I'd never driven in New York. I was scared. Then I hit the freeway. Yay! Traffic. Ech... The speed limit: 50 mph; my average speed: 25 mph. Something is messed up. I'm from Virginia, where you go 50 in a 2. Now I'm here where you go 25 in a 50. Doesn't make sense. I also had no idea where I was going. Luckily the Bob sent me off with his Garmin, so I didn't get lost, but I drove to YONKERS.
I eventually got there, about 20 minutes after the GPS had originally estimated. I found the place, and the Man to whom I had to give my package. I saw the stage where they fake the scenes with a green screen, 'twas trés cool. As I got into my car, the Man taps on my window, so I roll it down. "You want some cheese?" Who says no to free cheese?
Later, the poor intern returned to the office, accidentally walking up the back stairs before she realized there was no door handle (I found this out on the seventh floor), so she had to go all the way back down, outside, to the front door, and up seven flights of stairs, only to find that she had to go 13 blocks to drop off a scarf to the French producer. Really? Just label me "Delivery Girl" why don't ya? Ah well, I still got free mozzarella cheese out of it, even if I had to drive in the rain, then walk in it all the way home because there wasn't a near-enough subway to make the trip worthwhile.

Demetri Martin

So I saw Levi MacDougall tonight. Very interesting. I didn't even know who he was until tonight. I actually went to see Demetri Martin originally, but this guy showed up on stage. I did enjoy his performance though. DEMETRI MARTIN! DEMETRI MARTIN! I was very happy to get a ticket the day before the show. It was hilarious. I definitely laughed more tonight than I normally do when I watch him online. I'm not sure if he's funnier in person or not. I think it might have to do with the fact that I was not alone and did not feel like a loser when I laughed at something funny. Yeah I watch comedy shows when I'm alone, and I don't laugh. So I guess it's just because I feel kind of pathetic when I'm alone and laughing out loud. So I got to let my fake hair down tonight and laugh my non-existent face off.

But here is the creepy part. After the show I left (shocking!) I had gone by myself as I didn't know Roommate's plans for the evening. As I was leaving the building, this guy and I made eye-contact. Oh golly...Then he started talking to me. I didn't want to be rude, so I answered him and we conversed about the show. We went one block and I had to go straight, and he went straight. Another block the same thing. And again. It got a little strange after a while. But this James character and I were walking around, conversing, I now know plenty about him, but when we got to my street, I paused. He asked where I lived. I pointed in the opposite direction or my building and said, "up there some place." Here's the thing. I was pretty damn sure the guy was gay. It was just something about him that just made my gay-dar go off, but I really didn't want to assume.

My moment of glory for the night: James was confused for a second as to where to go. He said he had to get to 6th Avenue, and he didn't know where to go. He's a New Yorker even, though he is from Queens. I gave him directions! I felt so proud of myself. After only being here for 17 days, I was able to give someone directions! Happy Happy Happy Me!

Reminiscing and Getting Lost (but not really)

Wow I can actually spell that word. Anywhich, today is the anniversary of the day I met someone who changed my life. Well I actually never met her, but that's entirely different. It's been a year since she came into my life, and I lost track of how long it's been since she left. One year since my life changed forever. Well that's enough of that.

I went out today and got a little lost. Not exactly lost, just not really knowing where I was going. I found the Brooklyn and Williamsburg bridges as I planned for my day off. I finally found some good Chinese food! I found a mall. Not exactly what I was looking for but it's what I found. I wandered around for a while and played with the claw machines like my inner child was never allowed to do. I didn't win anything...*insert sad face here* but I got to take some pictures.

Haha I Procrastinated

Yeah, I didn't feel like writing on Valentine's Day. Well I did post 3 times the day before if that counts for anything.
Well if you care, here is a recap of my Valentine's Day. I woke up 8:30; I am supposed to be at work at 8:30. So I ended up being an hour late. Nobody seemed to notice... Then I worked at the office, but I didn't have anything to do because Steve is so wonderful at his job that he doesn't leave any little things to finish for him. After that I went home, then went out to the book store, then came back home, then went out for food but didn't feel like waiting in line, then came back again. Fun times. I ate a packet of cookies and a small tub of sorbet. I made popcorn and watched Gnomeo and Juliet. Beautiful movie. I wore just about all of my wigs tonight. I think roommate is getting used to my ever-changing look.

Valentine's Day

Okay, so tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I'm pretty sure there might be one like this tomorrow too, so I apologize in advance for sounding repetitive.
Roommate and I were talking about Valentine's Day earlier. Neither of us really care for the holiday. This is not because we are bitter about being single on this day of love, but because we wonder why you have to make a specific day to celebrate love. I can understand that it is a world-wide celebration, but there is so much pressure to make this holiday more special than any other day of the year.Another thing we believe in: Valentine's Day is the anniversary of the day Saint Valentine was executed for marrying people illegally, so why do we celebrate it with flowers and candy? Neither of us know. But we decided to brainstorm.

• Red?
• the colour of love and passion (guess and move on)
• Hearts?
• fun fact of my life: the iconic Valentine heart is obviously not modeled after an actual heart. So what could it be modeled after? Maybe some woman's ass. Seriously look. Amy Farrah Fowler said it, so I believe it.
• Lingerie?
• this one is kind of obvious...lingerie is sexy, women look good in it, it's really too obvious to talk about right now
• Chocolate?
• is it because it tastes good? Is it because women love it? Well if you think about it, some women hate it because it's fattening, but it's still good. Well here is a fun fact to turn that smile into a slap. Chocolate is an aphrodisiac. This is apparently an ancient fact, seeing as the Aztecs even knew about it and forbade women from eating it because of the strong aphrodisiac qualities it possessed.

So all these things are about sex. Is Valentine's Day even a celebration of love anymore or is it just an excuse to politely ask someone for sex?

Mini Movie Rant

It wasn't even the correct brand...
But now onto some downtime. Nine Dead. A great picker-upper (insert sarcasm), but it makes me think. More than a few times I have to pause to let the video load on Netflix, and I wonder how people can be the way that they are. The Priest: he knows something, but refuses to share the information because of his priestly duty. That's lovely father, but other characters die because of you lying. You are stealing their right to live. You are hurting some not-so-innocent people and not doing anything to stop a mad killer.
I guess he did help though, but still...eh
I didn't really like Melissa Joan Hart in this film. I think she spent too much time playing Sabrina and not enough time playing Katrina to get the part right. Way too much over-acting.
Very clever how the father put it together. Good way to plan your death if you don't want to live.
I'm going to stop there because it won't make any sense if I keep going.
Also I'm going to be an overachiever and make yet another entry for today, because I don't want to try and squeeze an entirely different topic into this little rant I came up with while waiting for Netflix to load.

Send Out the New Girl

So I was late to work (again), but I was still the first one there (again). These crazy show biz people thinking they can just come in when they want, but still expect me to be on a timed schedule.
After about an hour and a half of chilling because I really don't have much to do there since I'm not trained enough and the set was an hour 40 minutes away by subway and bus, I was given a task: research a lamp that one of my co-workers had broken on a set a few days ago. So I researched. I didn't have any information other than that it was a Tizio desk lamp, and she gave me the piece that was damaged. No one had any idea what it was, least of all me. I think it looks like this, but I only had one piece that I think goes in the bottom since it had a plug.

I found some lamp repair shops, and a showroom for this brand and gave them to my co-worker. I was told to call them and get no one can really give you an estimate cost over the phone, but I finally got somewhere with the showroom. The representative I spoke with said she had no idea what I was talking about, but the most expensive replacement piece for a Hallogen desk lamp was $150 without any labor, and that a replacement fixture would be $395...which none of us had on hand.

 an estimate. As it turns out, if you don't know what you have, and they don't know what you have, then

Finally some of my co-workers pooled together $200. I have no idea what labor they could have done on giving me a replacement part, except handing it to me and maybe having to search for one if they couldn't find it immediately.
So I went all the way downtown to the showroom. After crossing the same street 4 times, I figured out where I was supposed to go and found the showroom. I stood in line and explained my predicament. The woman behind the counter was polite and said that it was her first day and had no idea what I was talking about and that her manager (whom I had spoken to on the phone a half hour before) was gone and would be back in about an hour. I tried to explain that I only needed a part, but she still had no idea what was going on. So I called my co-worker, who said to explain that this needed to be done as soon as possible, preferably today, and if they couldn't do it now, then I should wait for the manager to come back from lunch...

I Dun Wanna Go Outside

So it's really cold out there. No seriously, it's really really really cold out there.
I was out for a little bit, wandering up and down Broadway and Houston. I stopped for shirts and hair and food. If anyone cares to know, Artichoke Pizza is Ah-Fricken-Mazing! I definitely would recommend it to anyone who visits NYC looking for some really pizza. Anywhich, I was out there in jeans, cami, sweatshirt, scarf, thigh-highs, boots, coat, and gloves. I was fine until I left a place to walk across the street and decided  I wouldn't need my gloves for that short amount of time. I was very wrong.
I'm not going to lie...I  just paused right there and made myself go outside. You see I found this Chinese take-out place really close to my favourite frozen yogurt place (on Google) and decided to go since I'd been craving hunan chicken and lo mein since I moved here. I never found it.
I honestly should not be allowed in grocery stores. I walked down the street and found Five Guys, and I decided to get fries, but then I realized Gourmet Garage was just down the street. I ended up with some vegan dumplings, Five Guys fries, and frozen yogurt, along with some various groceries.
Yeah I think I've got enough food for tonight.

On the Swings, and Depressing Musicals

Today I walked from the North end of Central Park all the way to the South end and then back to my apartment, which is roughly 50 blocks away from the park. I walked a lot, and I took a lot of pictures. This was the first time I had my camera out this year, besides filming myself and my BEEF doing a review for contact lenses, and a very poor but entertaining remake of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. On the way back I stopped for Spider Roll sushi, bread pudding, grilled beef dumplings, and a foot-long chicken bacon ranch on flat bread from Subway. That was a lot of food, but I was really hungry.

I walked through the woods with a curious interest in my surroundings, but when I got to the main paths with lots of people, I plugged music into my ears and danced through the park while mouthing the lyrics. I attracted quite a bit of attention, though at first I thought it was the black wig, black jeans, black boots, black shirt, black hoodie, and black jacket with a huge amount of makeup and ginormous false eyelashes.

I finally got to some swings. I love swings. I haven't been on a swing in ages. I spent a good portion of time sitting and swinging higher and higher until I finally flung myself off and flew through the air to continue my walk.

When I returned, I was exhausted. I sat down on my airbed (which takes up about half of my tiny room) to eat my sandwich, sushi, dumplings, and bread pudding along with a coke I grabbed from the fridge to watch Repo! The Genetic Opera.

I will say this much about that movie: I loved it! It was amazingly dark and creepy with a healthy combination of The Rocky Horror Picture Show and Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street. I loved the gory disregard for humanity that ran through the plot of the film, and the rock-n-roll songs that showed of the former Spy Kid's bad side. I'm still singing "21st Century Cure" and "Infected." But while I thoroughly enjoyed this film, I found it so depressing, I have to watch the 1987 Overboard to cheer myself up and get myself to stop singing.

I don't normally like musicals, but some I just can't resist. In no particular order, there are

• Sweeney Todd the Demon Barber of Fleet Street
• The Rocky Horror Picture Show
• Moulin Rouge
• A Very Potter Musical
• A Very Potter Sequel
• and now Repo! The Genetic Opera

But after watching Repo! I can't help but think that it could be more realistic than it seems (minus everybody constantly breaking into song). All of these stars stay that way because of cosmetic surgery for their appearance, while everyone is told that it is what's on the inside that matters. So it is only logical that sooner or later someone will decide to market that idea and start selling designer organs for those who want to function beautifully as well as look beautiful. Kind of morbid. But I can't see the legal assassins/Repo Men running around, more like nobody being able to afford them except the millionaires and movie stars.

Yep. This is a world full of superficial human beings who only want the best their money can buy for anything, even a gallbladder.
I also realize these pictures have little to do with my rant...