Another straight forward Saturday post
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The 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
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
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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...
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on 2004-03-13 04:54 pm (UTC)I MISS YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH!
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on 2004-03-14 09:58 am (UTC)What's it like being back in the UK, French Toast Master?
p.s. I'll help with the drawing ;)
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on 2004-03-14 12:09 pm (UTC)*shakes hands*
being back in England sucks, with the exception of seeing Kevin. I'm seriously ready to leave this dump.
If you want to draw me (see some previous posts with photos of mine) and Michelle (imagine a cute girl with black rimmed glasses and short red hair) kidnapping Morrissey...
:)
I know what you mean about TV!
on 2004-03-14 09:58 am (UTC)Re: I know what you mean about TV!
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on 2004-03-15 05:09 am (UTC)what tips necessarily? where are you dying?
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on 2004-03-14 05:50 pm (UTC)Today I watched Stuart Saves His Family (my love for Laura San Giacomo could fill oceans) and The Whole Wide World (I am also in love with Vincent D'Onofrio. this movie and the commentary afterward only confirmed it).
Your mix is done and has been given a stamp of approval. It goes out tomorrow if I get to the post on time. yay!
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on 2004-03-15 05:11 am (UTC);)
(i havent' seen any of those movies... i have no tv!)
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on 2004-03-15 12:39 pm (UTC)Ok, now I really have to run and see if I can get it out first. Gotta make a photocopy of something first. hee hee!