There's a long, flat piece of wood running from my sternum to my gut.
Summer's been nice so far. Light and airy. No real concerns, save for my normal worries about The Future. I only wish I was able to pin down a job to keep my mind from reverting back to thoughts I'd much rather forget. I must get my brain occupied with something. Perhaps I'll redo my room soon. That sounds time consuming AND frustrating!
Of all the knobs and switches and levers made in the world throughout History, why couldn't just one of them be used to turn off certain memories or emotions? I mean really, make yourselves useful, inventors. Get out your Tesla coil and break my brain. If you can't fix the oil leak, this is the next best thing. You'd think world hunger would outrank Memory Destroyer in this. You are wrong. So just sit in your wrongness and be wrong.
Maybe I'll just turn into an alcoholic. It's the new heroin-chic.
By the way, I really think soldiers under 21 should be allowed to drink themselves into a temporary coma after blasting the heads off of civilians. It's only fair.
Shutter Island is so damn good. I've seen it twice now and it's already become one of my favorite movies. It's just exciting. I read that it was supposed to come out in October as Oscar-bait, but that the Paramount execs figured it would make much more sense to release it in February. They were right in that it made much more money than it probably would have, and definitely stood out amongst the crowd of forgettable romantic comedies and kid's movies, but they also assumed it wouldn't have done so well in the awards arena, either. I just folded my arms and scowled.
Sure, the movie was a bit predictable, but it was stunning and extremely well made. There should be no doubt of it's superiority over Avatar, which is little more than a particularly vivid acid trip, remembering a bedtime story while staring idly at your Blue Russian. BOOM.
Uh, anyway. I'm making pizza today at a house that is not my own. BONJOVI!
