Jan. 1st, 2011

certainthings: (Alba is giving this shit a thumbs down)
smidgy06 = [livejournal.com profile] micmezle = smidgy06 = a horse is a horse. of course.

I also changed my user info a little so that new people can know what they're getting into.

Right then.

Things to try ... to attempt ... to maybe change in 2011.

The weather. Wait, no. Uhm.

01. Take better care of my body. (the insides and the outsides)

02. Keep things organized. And neat. And tidy. (on the computer and also off)

03. Enjoy the good things a little more and let the bad things go a little more quickly.

04. Comment more. Maybe write more. Make icons more. Just basically more.

05. Use my time wisely.

06. Stop caring so much about what I think that other people are thinking about what I think. Or something like that.

07. Read a fucking book. Oh dear Lord, it's been forever since I've read a *book*. I don't even know if I know how to hold one anymore. (ps. That's a lie, I started reading one earlier tonight ... I mean yesterday. Technically.)

08. Get a massage.


And oh yeah, Happy New Year.
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burnt orange lipstick is the book I started reading last night. It's a collection of short stories. I finished the one story and I really did not care for it at all. Mostly because I didn't understand it at all. I guess it's like Brian Regan said, "Reading is hard." :p

Anyway. Here's a bit from the story:

There was a movie on the bus. In the movie, a handsome young man runs over a puppy with his motorcycle. He nurses the puppy to health and the dog becomes his faithful companion. A band of hoodlums who work for the government find the man and torture him to death. By an act of luck, the whole thing is caught on tape, but the tape is lost during a bungled investigation. The dog has dreams and the dog's dreams are beautiful. Dog and owner run through colorful flower-filled landscapes. The dog kills each of his owner's murderers. Each time he finishes he brings a wreath of flowers to his owner's grave and dreams another dream.
In the end, the dog finds the video tape and brings it to the police.


01. How awful does that "movie" sound?
02. Do you think the dog hid the tape in the first place? (yes, I know it says "bungled investigation" but still)
03. If you had to name this movie what would you call it?
certainthings: (short bus)
Well, I finished reading a book. Sure, it was short and was of short stories but still. A book is a book. But uhm, I think maybe I now know why I stopped reading them - I was thinking it was because they weren't about Sam and Dean having hot gay incestuous sex - but no, I think it's because I don't understand them.

Here's another part from a different short story:

Ann came out of the bathroom wearing a colossal black robe which dragged behind as she sauntered. With her hair wet the bones of her face appeared large and beautiful.

"Drop the robe," said Mark.

"I'm tired of you, my liege," she said as she shook her head and smiled, revealing her small sharp teeth.

"Drop the robe," said Orelio.

"I'm tired of you, my lord."

"There was an orangutan," said Orelio. "It walked down a sunshine street. It stood up and said, I'm a silly monkey."

Mark cried. Orelio left the room and Ann sat on his lap. She offered him her breasts. Orelio came in and they hugged. "We need some food. What we need is some food."


What. The. Fuckity Fuck?

01. How and why would that make Mark cry? [bonus question: Is this Mark fellow the biggest sissy in fictional history?]
02. How is Ann able to sit on Orelio's lap and offer him her breasts if he's left the room?
03. Do they really need some food or do they need to stop taking really bad drugs?

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