On the subject of me...
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I can live with this|
|You Are Iceman|
You tried to live a normal life, but it just wasn't possible
A bit of a slacker, you rather tell jokes than cultivate your powers
Powers: turning self and others into ice, making ice weapons, becoming nearly invisible
Here's the $10,000 question...Does being Iceman preclude me from being Spiderman, as the last superhero quiz says I am? I hope not. It would be awesome if I could combine the two, and be Icederman. Yeah, I like that. I could swing from building to building and make people think it was snowing.
Current Location: My tower overlooking Cahuenga blvd.
Current Mood: dorky
Current Music: Rob Zombie - Dragula
Ethnic cleansing in the kitchen|
So, we appear to have lost many of our forks. I don't know where they are right now. None in my room, none in Jon's room, and none that I could find in Dave's room. The dishwasher, which has been run twice today, is empty. There are a few in the sink, but none on the drying rack. Where the fuck are my forks? Maybe Greg took them and is selling them.
Apologies to those whose lives have been affected by the horrors of ethnic cleansing. It's no laughing matter.
Current Music: Hoodoo - Muse
hangers are a metaphor for my life: I throw the hangers on my bed, so that I can then hang up my clothes. The hangers get tangled up in each other, and I can't just take one and put a shirt on it. I grab one hanger, and it brings four or five friends with it, which then pull others, some of which fall of the bed and bounce farther. Nothing is simple. Everything involves extra, unnecessary, unexpected steps which just bog me down. I could do this in a more organized fashion: take a hanger out of my closet, walk to the bed, and lay it down, but hangers don't stack easily, and I would still run into the same "mess" problem, only this time with the added steps of physically walking to the bed and trying to place the hanger neatly. Things like this are why I get frustrated with life.
Current Music: Hootchie Cootchie Man - BB King and The Band
What sucks at this moment is that I feel uninteresting. I feel like she is bored with me. And she probably is. Things haven't progressed very far at all in the past month. What the hell am I clinging onto? I'm just chasing after something I can't quite have. I've gotten a bit of a taste of it, but that's it. Now I am just chasing that. I want to win, but I'm so obsessed with winning that I have fixated on her. I convinced myself that she was the solution to various problems. And I am mad at myself for doing so. If I had just remained cool and calm about this whole thing, I probably wouldn't have freaked out like I did. Now, I tense up whenever I see her. What's more, when I start to think about her, I tense up. I wish I didn't have all this anxiety so much of the time. I can find anything to get anxious about. Add a pretty, clever, fascinating girl (who knows she is all of these things), and I'm fucked. So this is where I am at the moment. I know where I will be, and I know where I am supposed to be, but for now, I am here. And here sucks. Hopefully, I will be moving on soon. Then I won't care, and then I will be able to be funny around her again, and she'll come back around, but I won't be interested anymore. I fucking hate irony.
Current Mood: depressed
Current Music: "Dinosaurs" coming from the living room
Always crashing in the same bed|
I had two separate dreams involving crashing from the sky last night. Neither dream involved actually crashing hard enough to cause death or even injury, but enough to cause problems (not bodily problems, but outside issues) afterward. In the first dream, I was flying a helicopter and delivering mail to people. I brought the helicopter down, and started spinning and took out a bunch of the property in the vicinity of the helicopter, including my roommate's car. Apparently I broke the axle (front? rear? I have no idea...this was a dream, what do you want?), and it was going to cost $300 to fix. I woke up pissed at my carelessness and stressed about where I was going to get the $300.
Once I calmed down about that, I fell back asleep. Then I dreamed that I was an inventor in a makeshift airplane on top of a building in New York, trying to build a better airplane than Thomas Edison, who was showing off his recent invention in the skies above Manhattan. I realize that Thomas Edison didn't invent the airplane, but again, it was a dream. Anyway, once I got in the air, the thing started to fall apart, and I was having to hold pieces together with my feet and whatnot. I landed, safely but emphatically, on the corner of Bath and 5th, which as far as I can tell, is not an actual intersection, but was on the other side of Manhattan from where I needed to be, so I had to walk back, carrying the remnants of my failure.
Now, my overly-analytical brain is going crazy trying to figure out who I feel I have disappointed and why.
Current Mood: anxious
Current Music: Sarukh Khan - Chaiyya Chaiyya (remix)
I say that phrase a lot. Frequently, I use it as a space filler, but a positive one, and sarcastically. Right now, however, things appear to be picking up for old Jon. Not that things were terrible or anything, but they for sure weren't where I wanted them to be. Now I feel like things are on the right track. I finally have health insurance again, which is a huge relief. When I turned 25 back in November, I got kicked off of my mom's insurance. I dragged my feet about COBRA-ing (I don't know what it stands for, but it basically means paying more money to continue to be covered) insurance through her school district, which , in retrospect, was a fucking mistake. I won't go into the details here, because some of you already know them, and because they are boring and piss me off. In short, I have been paying out of pocket for all my diabetes-related prescriptions since January. Now, I no longer have to do that. Which means I should have a little bit more money now.
Also falling under the category of good news is the fact that, as far as I know, I am set to start temping for Apple One. This also means more money for Jon, as well as the accumulation of office experience, which I want if I am ever going to be an undergrad advisor (adviser? I'm not sure which is correct in this case). I have been trying to find an office job someplace, but most of the listings I look at require 1 or more years of experience in an office. So yeah.
As a result of the imminent pseudo-employment, I will be in Hollywood much more. Pretty much since I moved up here, I have been going down to Fountain Valley every Thursday night, and staying there until Sunday night. Although I enjoy doing so, because I get to see my family and friends, it makes it really hard to feel like I am moving forward in any way. I need to feel like Hollywood is my home. And I am really starting to. I will still be down to visit, just not as frequently.
Oh yeah, and I met a girl. Her name is Amber, and she works at Borders with me. She is from Winnipeg, which is infinitely cool. Not going to say much yet, because I don't want to jinx anything, but things are progressing.
Again, things are good.
Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Phil Manzanera - Alma
So, Don Knotts died on Friday. He was 81. While I know it's great that he lived to be 81, and I am happy that he had a full, happy life, the news of his death really bummed me out. I loved watching him on Three's Company, which I knew of before The Andy Griffith Show. He did awkward better than anybody else. One of the things that I liked so much about him was the fact that he was so skinny and kind of scrawny. For a long time, it bothered me that I was so skinny and thin. Then I saw an episode of Biography about him, and he said that he never weighed more than 130 lbs, which was where I was stuck at for a long time. That made me feel a lot better. A skinny, hilarious, physical comedian. That sounded great to me. Right now, I am really sad that I never got to meet him. I am, however, happy that he is now hanging out with Jack Tripper and the Roepers.
Current Mood: gloomy
Current Music: ticking clock, whirring computer
Your results:You are Spider-Man
Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test
|Green Lantern|| 85%|
|The Flash|| 60%|
|Iron Man|| 45%|
|Wonder Woman|| 35%|
|Batman|| 25%||You are intelligent, witty, |
a bit geeky and have great
power and responsibility.
I was just thinking to myself earlier today about how much easier my life would be if I had Spider-man's abilities. The Fugees are doing a free concert right now on the corner of Sunset and Vine, but I don't have a ticket, and security is pretty tight, so sneaking in is really not happening. As I was walking around brainstorming ways to get in, I thought, "If only I could jump, climb, and swing like Spider-man, I'd just go over these damn buildings and be in." Too bad. Oh, plus, I wouldn't mind getting to date hot-ass Mary Jane Watson or Gwen Stacy.
I like the Green Lantern, too, but that's mainly because his symbol looks cool. And he gets to wear a lot of green, which I'm down with.
I am disappointed that Batman is at the bottom of the list. However, that's because Batman fucking rules, and I could never be as much of a badass as he is. I will totally settle with being Spider-man.
Current Mood: pleased
Current Music: Erik Satie - Nocture IV
"You are the crispy noodle in the veggie salad of life."|
That was the fortune in my fortune cookie last night.
Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: Arrested Development on dvd
...stands for American Movie Classics. Whilst flipping channels trying to find something to watch, what do I find playing on AMC? The Graduate? No. Citizen Kane? Huh uh. Bonnie and Clyde? Wrong again. The movie that is currently playing is.....Tales From the Crypt: Bordello of Blood. You know: Corey Feldman, Angie Everhart, Dennis Miller, Phil Fondacaro (the midget actor who played one of Willow's friends in Willow). For the record, I am not saying that I don't like the movie. I enjoy it. How can you not like a movie about vampire hookers? Plus, it has Dennis Miller before he turned to the dark side. However, it's not what I would call a classic. American? Yes. Movie? Yes. Classic? Not quite. Some of you have heard me complain before about AMC, for playing movies that were not american movies. Such as the James Bond series. I love the James Bond movies, but they are Brittsh films. It's not any sort of a moral judgment by any means. It's a question of semantics. AMERICAN Movie CLASSICS should play American classic movies. Truth in advertising, people. That's all I want.
This post is dedicated to Gilly and Previn.
Current Mood: satisfied
Current Music: The Abyss on Sci-Fi Network
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