Hyundai, Daily, and Pail..
Scarface, directed by Brian de Palma. Fight Club, directed by David Fincher. Reservior Dogs, Pulp Fiction, Jackie Brown written and directed by Quentin Tarantino. The Royal Tenenbaums, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, written and directed by Wes Anderson. Cowboy Bebop: The Movie, and the entire series, created by Shinchiro Watanabe..
That is a list of my personal DVD collection. (Life Aquatic is Jessica's..) I had a conversation with Racquel (a pseudo/faux/oh fuck it she's a.. friend of mine). She's very cool. Very dig. I feel like inviting her to another outing of mines with everyone, she was such a good sport about the last time.
Apropos the conversation.. we were speaking on behalf of films. This is something I had not done since "Alex".. those days we were film freaks. But those days ended. Who knows.. maybe my film freakness will have a partner soon.
Well.. I did not know what life before internet was like. Before internet, well.. I don't believe there was ever a period in my life without it, ever! For the past two weeks, I had none, and I passed the time fixing my guitar.. barely.. Listening to music, watching my DVD's, Spending time with my sister, my friends, Jessica. It was remarkably pleasant! I was surprised I didn't really touch the television, being stuck on some channel.
Maybe it was a mistake to return to internet.. Weblogs are incredibly addictive, especially this new one that isn't really a "weblog" persay. It's more of a "on-line dating service". I'm being serious, it's mainly accounts of people with dozens of pictures (usually revealing and sultrily grotesque), and "shout-outs".. There really isn't a "log" feel to it. All it really is?
"HugeTits-DoT-cOm is in your extended network"..
..followed by..
"Profile-
I love guys, and puppies! They're so cute! I have this one puppy named guy! Get it?! I love them both so much! And sometimes at night when I'm alone with my puppy I like to take my..see more..
People I'd like to meet-
Guys and more puppies!"
And then the three billion friends they have.. provided with pictures. And for the sake of being a blog, they have a special section where you ae supposed to record writing in, much like a journal or log.. like a traditional weblog. But no one writes in it. Ever. I respect those who do, but to those who don't, I just get disgusted at. I hope Blogger never loses it's touch and sticks strictly to the rhetoric and writing sense.
"..Was an honest man. Asked me for the phone, tried to take control. Oh, I don't see it that way,
I don't see it that way. Oh, we shared some ideas. All obsessed with fame, says we're all the same. Oh, I don't see it that way. I don't see it that way. Raised in Carolina, "I'm not like that". Trying to remind her, when we go back.."
I was thinking how much I have changed. I used to be really into hip-hop. But all this "crunk music", all this "In the Closet".. It's ridiculous. I feel like hip-hop has died, and it's not coming back. I remember telling this once to "Alex" a long long time ago.. "Watch, just like rock and roll, hip-hop is going to go too.." I guess he thought I was having a prophetic moment. But look at us all now, look at what's en vogue, what we're listening to. Hip-hop has died. It's all about the money now, and I don't blame anyone. When you've been deprived of money, of course all you'll want is fame and fortune. It's very rare that someone comes along, as pure a heart as Charlie Bucket, or Mother Teresa.. but.. you can always depend on underground.
"..I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train; I try but you see, it's hard to explain; I say the right things, but act the wrong way; I like it right here, but I cannot stay; I watch the TV; forget what I'm told; Well, I am too young, and they are too old; The joke is on you, this place is a zoo; You're right it's true.."
Summer is almost over for me, my first semester of college is coming. I'm not scared of it, I'm not partcularly excited either. I just want to hit the books as soon as possible, start doing something that I believe in. Start living you know? I want to progress through the future already. I want things to get better, I want to start changing, I want to experience so much. I hope David was serious when he asked me "Want to go to Japan in three years?".. because shit, if he wasn't I sure am.
Oh! On a fantastic and marvelous note, Seu Jorge is coming to Miami, to the "I/O Club" in downtown.. maybe I'll see other fans of his. Thank god I'm 18. (I doubt Christina or Darryl would want to go though.. sucks.. I don't want to go alone.) I've never "officially" been "clubbing". This is going to be a first.
"..Says he can't decide. I shake my head to say, everything's just great. Oh, I just can't remember. I just can't remember. Raised in Carolina, she says: 'I'm not like that'. Trying to remind her, when we go back.."
That was pretty much what has been going on with me. Darryl is in Chicago, and Manuel (an old friend of mine) has left to join the United States Air Force. I wasn't invited to his last party, and I know why. The only dissappointment I have is not "fooling him enough" into thinking we were getting friendly again. I won't miss him. And I think I speak for everyone, and everyone at that party.. I won't miss him, and I hope he returns a homosexual (not that being a homosexual is bad or anything.. I'm just saying.) (Well maybe in some respects it's bad.. finding the same gender attractive.. oh nevermind. There I go getting all analytical and deep again.)
"..I say the right things but act the wrong way; I like it right here but I cannot stay; I watch the TV, forget what I'm told; Well, I am too young, and they are too old; Oh man can't you see I'm nervous, so please; Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean; I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train;I try but you see, it's hard to explain.."
To end this day's post of a recap from the last two weeks I believe.. I'll leave you with something Racquel said.. Mind you we we're talking about movies.. I think it went something like..
Me: Hey whatever happened to Siskel and Ebert, or Ebert and Roeper?
Her: Siskel died.
Me: Yeah I know that, it's just these days I never see them in commercials for other movies. Yu know the "Ebert and Roeper give it two thumbs up!". The whole 'thumbs thing'..
(No response for awhile..)
..
..
..
..
..
Her: Yeah they just hate movies..
(The lyrics in quotations through this post were from The Strokes "Hard to Explain". you can buy their album "Is This It?" now at your nearest retail store, or download them illegally from your home now..)
Oh and by the way, the title is based on a tiny, friendly argument about how to pronounce "Hyundai". It got ugly, but hey I just didn't want her to sound "wannabe foreign". (Thanks by the way for redoing my bracelet today.. well.. your bracelet on me.)
That is a list of my personal DVD collection. (Life Aquatic is Jessica's..) I had a conversation with Racquel (a pseudo/faux/oh fuck it she's a.. friend of mine). She's very cool. Very dig. I feel like inviting her to another outing of mines with everyone, she was such a good sport about the last time.
Apropos the conversation.. we were speaking on behalf of films. This is something I had not done since "Alex".. those days we were film freaks. But those days ended. Who knows.. maybe my film freakness will have a partner soon.
Well.. I did not know what life before internet was like. Before internet, well.. I don't believe there was ever a period in my life without it, ever! For the past two weeks, I had none, and I passed the time fixing my guitar.. barely.. Listening to music, watching my DVD's, Spending time with my sister, my friends, Jessica. It was remarkably pleasant! I was surprised I didn't really touch the television, being stuck on some channel.
Maybe it was a mistake to return to internet.. Weblogs are incredibly addictive, especially this new one that isn't really a "weblog" persay. It's more of a "on-line dating service". I'm being serious, it's mainly accounts of people with dozens of pictures (usually revealing and sultrily grotesque), and "shout-outs".. There really isn't a "log" feel to it. All it really is?
"HugeTits-DoT-cOm is in your extended network"..
..followed by..
"Profile-
I love guys, and puppies! They're so cute! I have this one puppy named guy! Get it?! I love them both so much! And sometimes at night when I'm alone with my puppy I like to take my..see more..
People I'd like to meet-
Guys and more puppies!"
And then the three billion friends they have.. provided with pictures. And for the sake of being a blog, they have a special section where you ae supposed to record writing in, much like a journal or log.. like a traditional weblog. But no one writes in it. Ever. I respect those who do, but to those who don't, I just get disgusted at. I hope Blogger never loses it's touch and sticks strictly to the rhetoric and writing sense.
"..Was an honest man. Asked me for the phone, tried to take control. Oh, I don't see it that way,
I don't see it that way. Oh, we shared some ideas. All obsessed with fame, says we're all the same. Oh, I don't see it that way. I don't see it that way. Raised in Carolina, "I'm not like that". Trying to remind her, when we go back.."
I was thinking how much I have changed. I used to be really into hip-hop. But all this "crunk music", all this "In the Closet".. It's ridiculous. I feel like hip-hop has died, and it's not coming back. I remember telling this once to "Alex" a long long time ago.. "Watch, just like rock and roll, hip-hop is going to go too.." I guess he thought I was having a prophetic moment. But look at us all now, look at what's en vogue, what we're listening to. Hip-hop has died. It's all about the money now, and I don't blame anyone. When you've been deprived of money, of course all you'll want is fame and fortune. It's very rare that someone comes along, as pure a heart as Charlie Bucket, or Mother Teresa.. but.. you can always depend on underground.
"..I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train; I try but you see, it's hard to explain; I say the right things, but act the wrong way; I like it right here, but I cannot stay; I watch the TV; forget what I'm told; Well, I am too young, and they are too old; The joke is on you, this place is a zoo; You're right it's true.."
Summer is almost over for me, my first semester of college is coming. I'm not scared of it, I'm not partcularly excited either. I just want to hit the books as soon as possible, start doing something that I believe in. Start living you know? I want to progress through the future already. I want things to get better, I want to start changing, I want to experience so much. I hope David was serious when he asked me "Want to go to Japan in three years?".. because shit, if he wasn't I sure am.
Oh! On a fantastic and marvelous note, Seu Jorge is coming to Miami, to the "I/O Club" in downtown.. maybe I'll see other fans of his. Thank god I'm 18. (I doubt Christina or Darryl would want to go though.. sucks.. I don't want to go alone.) I've never "officially" been "clubbing". This is going to be a first.
"..Says he can't decide. I shake my head to say, everything's just great. Oh, I just can't remember. I just can't remember. Raised in Carolina, she says: 'I'm not like that'. Trying to remind her, when we go back.."
That was pretty much what has been going on with me. Darryl is in Chicago, and Manuel (an old friend of mine) has left to join the United States Air Force. I wasn't invited to his last party, and I know why. The only dissappointment I have is not "fooling him enough" into thinking we were getting friendly again. I won't miss him. And I think I speak for everyone, and everyone at that party.. I won't miss him, and I hope he returns a homosexual (not that being a homosexual is bad or anything.. I'm just saying.) (Well maybe in some respects it's bad.. finding the same gender attractive.. oh nevermind. There I go getting all analytical and deep again.)
"..I say the right things but act the wrong way; I like it right here but I cannot stay; I watch the TV, forget what I'm told; Well, I am too young, and they are too old; Oh man can't you see I'm nervous, so please; Pretend to be nice, so I can be mean; I missed the last bus, I'll take the next train;I try but you see, it's hard to explain.."
To end this day's post of a recap from the last two weeks I believe.. I'll leave you with something Racquel said.. Mind you we we're talking about movies.. I think it went something like..
Me: Hey whatever happened to Siskel and Ebert, or Ebert and Roeper?
Her: Siskel died.
Me: Yeah I know that, it's just these days I never see them in commercials for other movies. Yu know the "Ebert and Roeper give it two thumbs up!". The whole 'thumbs thing'..
(No response for awhile..)
..
..
..
..
..
Her: Yeah they just hate movies..
(The lyrics in quotations through this post were from The Strokes "Hard to Explain". you can buy their album "Is This It?" now at your nearest retail store, or download them illegally from your home now..)
Oh and by the way, the title is based on a tiny, friendly argument about how to pronounce "Hyundai". It got ugly, but hey I just didn't want her to sound "wannabe foreign". (Thanks by the way for redoing my bracelet today.. well.. your bracelet on me.)
posted by Darzee at 6:45 PM
2 Comments:
myspace is krazy, everyone and their moms got one..i try to stay away from it.
i do agree wit u..hip hop has changed..very much. i stay listenin` to da music i like and not wat the media wants me to listen to..tho some crunk music can help and be fun at parties, lol :P
rememberin` da lyrics to da 'In the Closet' song is stupid. i dont see it as a song...LOSER to anyone who knows da lyrics! :P
hey hey, dis is mah longest comment, haha!
myspace is krazy, everyone and their moms got one..i try to stay away from it.
i do agree wit u..hip hop has changed..very much. i stay listenin` to da music i like and not wat the media wants me to listen to..tho some crunk music can help and be fun at parties, lol :P
rememberin` da lyrics to da 'In the Closet' song is stupid. i dont see it as a song...LOSER to anyone who knows da lyrics! :P
hey hey, dis is mah longest comment, haha!
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