. . . . . entries for 20.10.06 . . . . .
The Departed was amazing in a Pulp Fiction kind of way. Unfortunately, it was accompanied by damn near no social interaction due to. . . not poor planning as such, but maybe lack of foresight, or maybe actually poor planning. I dunno.
Anyway. People should see it.
I am not tired, which is a problem. (I had Mountain Dew like five hours ago, which means I'm screwed for another two.) While I adore people who are going to Thai tomorrow, I also adore people who are not going, and I cannot help but be grumbly about not seeing them all weekend. It is ridiculous. It reminds me of this poem I wrote, which has been poetry.com's latest reason for haranguing me via snail mail. (Basically I should stop putting stuff up there, and for the most part, I have.)
Everything looks weird. Maybe because I was staring at the movie screen through glasses for so long. In any case, this is the poem. (Scatterbrained? Yes, a little.) There have been many titles, and they have generally been bad titles, so let's say it is untitled.
Walking fast or strolling slowly
there’s something here I want to show me.
Don’t disturb me as I’m walking
because I really don’t feel like talking
about it. It’s the words that steal
the memories from me.
Now I stare longingly,
wishing that time were as easily traveled
as this path, at this moment, back then.
Because I never walked this way,
talked this way,
lived in this lonely, weakling way
back then.
The paths of this garden didn’t exist for me back then.
Drawn in Western time, all straight lines,
was a plain of nowhere at all
between that distant corner
and this moment.
: October 21, 2006 4:13 PMcome home?
.:people:.
{ting}
she looks like the real thing
{mari}
out and about
[kelsey]
THIS IS AMERICA
{yianni}
stop being depressed
{alisa}
other
[shannon]
close and far
{frank}
islands where no islands should go
[cassie]
eating knowledge
{colin}
my dm
[emily]
shoulder to the wheel
[brian]
nostalgic for fantasy
[nicole]
industry insider
{elle}
angry enviro
[matt]
never heard of miyazaki
[pirate dan]
are you reading this?
[olga]
distracted
[messiah dan]
messiah/believer
{max}
approach focus
[natalie]
wait a minute
[susan]
solitude
{greg}
manbeargreg
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turtles! turtles! by araglas
(heavily modified by yours truly)