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Another straight forward Saturday post
Mar. 14th, 2004 12:15 amThe day, in chronological order.
I wake up with Kevin demanding that I go to the kitchen and fry some french toasts. I'm particularly irritated because I was having a fantastic dream, the kind which can easily turn into a movie script, earn me millions, fill my pockets with coke and my dignity with gold chains. In this movie-dream I am a cripple, Billy Bob Thorton is my psycho father and Bjork is a Vietnamese exchange student which he murders with a shotgun on our home's roof. I do try to run away with the American exchange student, but have to hide in a boat house while she gets hunted down in the woods.
After much discussion with Kevin, I agree to finish frying the french toasts and the bacon. Kevin claims I'm better at this them him. I spend sometime on the internet, and then we decide to go for a walk. It's sunny outside, but slightly cold. We walk past Queen's Park Tube, into the park and back to the main road. I notice a new Starbucks and a nifty bookstore beside it. Before I left for Brasil there were some signs posted up in the neighbourhood asking us to boycott Starbucks. The shop is packed. We go to the library and I borrow the following books:
Millenium People, by JG Ballard
Science Fiction After 1900, by various
Writing a Novel, a Practical Guide, by Rosemary Aitken --->I'm ashamed by this one; in her introduction she says that if you are creative and exceptional, you don't need her book.
More lounging around at home, dinner, then a phone conversation with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
4q. Though we spoke very briefly, I was happy to hear her voice and say hello. Michelle, can't wait to hang out with you one day. =)
Soon afterwards, we head over to Silke's for nachos, beer, C.S.I. Miami, and Law & Order. Because I haven't watched TV in 6 days, I feel sensory overload. We walk home and I have this craving for drawing a story about Michelle and I kidnapping Morrissey and doing a Thelma and Louise. If only I could draw...
I wake up with Kevin demanding that I go to the kitchen and fry some french toasts. I'm particularly irritated because I was having a fantastic dream, the kind which can easily turn into a movie script, earn me millions, fill my pockets with coke and my dignity with gold chains. In this movie-dream I am a cripple, Billy Bob Thorton is my psycho father and Bjork is a Vietnamese exchange student which he murders with a shotgun on our home's roof. I do try to run away with the American exchange student, but have to hide in a boat house while she gets hunted down in the woods.
After much discussion with Kevin, I agree to finish frying the french toasts and the bacon. Kevin claims I'm better at this them him. I spend sometime on the internet, and then we decide to go for a walk. It's sunny outside, but slightly cold. We walk past Queen's Park Tube, into the park and back to the main road. I notice a new Starbucks and a nifty bookstore beside it. Before I left for Brasil there were some signs posted up in the neighbourhood asking us to boycott Starbucks. The shop is packed. We go to the library and I borrow the following books:
Millenium People, by JG Ballard
Science Fiction After 1900, by various
Writing a Novel, a Practical Guide, by Rosemary Aitken --->I'm ashamed by this one; in her introduction she says that if you are creative and exceptional, you don't need her book.
More lounging around at home, dinner, then a phone conversation with
4q. Though we spoke very briefly, I was happy to hear her voice and say hello. Michelle, can't wait to hang out with you one day. =)Soon afterwards, we head over to Silke's for nachos, beer, C.S.I. Miami, and Law & Order. Because I haven't watched TV in 6 days, I feel sensory overload. We walk home and I have this craving for drawing a story about Michelle and I kidnapping Morrissey and doing a Thelma and Louise. If only I could draw...
