bored as ass...
<<2002-06-30 - 12:44 am>>
earlier today i realized that i forgot my daily chris martin picture thing. that is so not good. yeah.
weeeeeeee! thats one from victoria smith. i would buy that one, but for some reason he looks slightly... i don't know... strange. i have to think carefully. i could regret this forever.
anyway. am sad about taking down my vines layout, but i certainly do like that slightly-dirty, kind-of-"what the hell?"-ish chris pic over to the left. AUGH! the vines had a mention in this stupid teen magazine that i was flipping through (i swear i was just flipping, it was for a purely scientific reason)... they said the vines were a combination between "The Fab Four's POP SENSIBILITIES and Nirvana's blahblahblah." who the hell cares. the vines are not nirvana. WHERE DID THEY GET NIRVANA? WHY ARE THEY ALL SAYING NIRVANA? IS IT BECAUSE CRAIG IS COMPLETELY CRAZY? because he is, you know. BUT ANYWAY. seriously dude. i have yet to see ANY nirvana in the vines. maybe it's because craig wears stupid clothes. maybe it's because kurt played a guitar... and craig plays a guitar too. i don't know, WILL SOMEONE EXPLAIN IT TO ME?
that reminds me of the time NME compared the white stripes to jeff buckley (somehow). i immediately ran to roberta with this fabulously strange tidbit and she said, "well, i can see where they're coming from. jeff and jack white are both human males. definitely a lot in common there."
that reminds me. i, unknowingly, bought the Q magazine that featured this particular "BACKSTAGE LOVE-IN". hiiiilllarious. actually it's kind of provocative (seriously. stop laughing.). julian is doing some serious touching and STROKE-ing (ha i am so funny) of mr. jack white, though you can't really see it in that scan. julian's obviously wasted so i'm sure whatever flirty moves he put on jack were completely off the mark, but still. it's the principle of the matter that counts. the principle being, of course, MAN LOVE. it's what makes my world go 'round.
god, i'm just blathering now. i'm talking to an australian friend of mine, kelly. she's so nice but... i can't really... talk to her. we're definitely the meat-and-potatoes type of friends ("hi!", "what's up?", "not much", "same here", etc, etc.) we used to be better friends but i dunno it kind of just died.
so... HI JENNA! jenna's reading this diary. i think. i haven't shared the joy of jenna with you guys, have i? no i have not. i'm sorry if you're all bored by me blathering on about my friends that you guys don't know (but you should know them, they are so rockin) but yeah. so anyway. jenna. she has a funny profile (5 points), she's REALLY smart (10 points), and she loves coldplay (1000000000 points). that all adds up to a whopping 100000000015 coolness points!!! seriously, though, there's more to her than an amusing profile and a brain (and a love for the best band in the world). she also lives right near me, which means we can cause havoc any time, any where, without TOO much hassle (except she's told me her parents would be suspicious. bah to that). she's pretty cool in that i can talk to her for like... eternity about little things and not get bored. glad i met her.
speaking of my ass-kicking array of cool people, i haven't seen holly in a while. or HAVE I???? i don't know. i've discovered in the past few months that my sense of time, pertaining to ANYTHING - minutes, hours, YEARS - really, really sucks. i can go for 24 hours without speaking to sam and the next day i'll think, "holy christ, i haven't talked to sam in weeks." and yet I HAVE, because i'm STUPID.
he said something funny today, for a change. (sarcasm alert.) i put up my away message on AIM and was like "sam, where are you?" and he goes:
PlatonicBlues: a personalized away message?! sweet jesus! my life has come full circle...i can die now
hahaha. sam is cool. i don't know if any of you know that, but, yes, sam is great.
speaking of which, this is funny but stupid. it's britney and sausages... but... the funny just isn't strong in that one.
i saw "lilo & stitch" today. and i cried. because i'm stupid. i also saw "L.I.E." - totally fabulous and yet NOT. at all. i don't really know. i was watching it in the presence of my mother so it... just... didn't really work. because it's basically about kid-diddling and gayness and dirty, non-innocent things. that would have been ok, minus the kid-diddling part, if there was some actual, concrete man love going. the undercurrent was strong, strong enough to drown you, but it just was NOT THERE for my INSANT GRATIFICATION. the ending was stupid though. sort of. i don't know. i'd watch it again but, eh. i also got "requiem for a dream". i was gonna rent velvet goldmine, wonder boys and one or two others but i was DAMN BROKE. the guy who worked behind the counter looked like jimmy gnecco, so that made it all okay. yes indeed.
god... i don't know how long this is but by the looks of the scrollbar it is very, very long. i think everything and everyone i ranted about was pretty much 45% worthwhile, though, so i hope you guys read all this, sort of. not that i'd make my diary an obligation.
anyway. i was considering revoking my fiery love for J a couple days (read: one day) ago. because love is stupid. but i don't know. i like love, a little bit. i like liking people. if anything it gives me a sense of purpose, something to be waiting for and kind of smugly saying to yourself, "it won't happen... but it could. she COULD look at me that way. but she won't." and she never does; but it's alright. i'm sure you all know this already but i don't like love... the measured kind with a name (relationship, boyfriend, responsibility) or the kind that needs to be worked out (marriage, long-term) or the stupid kind that i was so tangled up in a year ago (long-distance, INSANE OBSESSIONAL BOYS).
i am so going to sleep now. it's hot like HELL. and it's 1:30 am. i still have homework to do... crap. crap crap. stupid summer school. i'm sorry, i swear, i won't ever fail another freaking english class again... just save me from summer school.