self-titled: ^_^
in metal
ok, first off, i've said it before, but johnny cash rules. he's so the man.
today kinda happened. wrote a paper, classed it up, then grabbed a bite and headed to bostonians auditions. we're having callbacks tomorrow, 6 kids, we'll see if we have anyone new tomorrow night.
then i came home and played some jedi knight 2. hurray for star wars and shooting things and shit.
and now it's 1am. i think i'm gonna clean up the place where i sleep and the lie down and read some of Magic Mountain. it's shaping up to be a hell of a book. granted, i'm on page 80 of 800, but it's looking good and i'm interested to see where it takes me.
also, i want it to be wednesday, because then i get my grubby little hands on new kleenex girl wonder and a super special georgia hubley designed othermusic t-shirt. yayayaya.
really sucks though, cause i ordered stuff on thursday, and it takes almost a week to get it. i already miss the days of going into cambridge and just picking stuff up.
oh oh oh
my dreams last night. wow. plenty and mighty bizarre. the one i remember with most clarity was basically like gosford park. I was a guest at the house, i think i had lines of dialogue similar to ryan philippe's character. it wasn't in the past though, it was pretty current. characters from the movie were there, as well as people in my life, as well as jennifer lopez (who i killed, but only out of self defense.) i did NOT however kill sir william, and it took some wild stuff by me in order to a.) get an audience with lady sylvia, and b.) getting her to believe me. Once she did agree to talk to me, she was quite cordial, even though she thought i killed her husband she let me eat in their restaurant with her children. i got french onion soup and she ordered me chicken as well. i forget how the real life people played into the plot, except for j lo, she was having an affair with sir william so lady sylvia didn't really care that i killed her, anyway, j lo was in a lower class so sylvia didn't really give a shit about her anyway. OHHHH i remember seeing some letters sylvia had given to a (trusted) valet that said john creegan was to be killed on sight and something similar, though not quite as harsh, about brenda. it was a real fun dream, although after i saw how casual sylvia's attitude was about offing people, i began to seriously worry about my own life, especially since she suspected me. i forget how i convinced her otherwise, i think i was just really nice to her children. and then i drove a car and the dream went someplace else that i forget.
oh, another dream was i was in an apartment somewhere. and there was a cabinet that had a GIANT rat (we're talking dog size, here) in it. and that was normal. but then i opened the cabinet again and there was a smaller rat in there as well. and then the rat started looking like it was being electrocuted and i shut the cabinet. and i knew i should do something because the rat was going to die or something. but the sound the electricity was making was like this weird staticy electronic music and i was digging it, and wanted to listen and groove. but i kept opening the cabinet for some reason i don't know, and each time i did it i was like "don't, it'll blow up." but each time, the music got louder and cooler so i kept doing it, despite my love for my giant rat. and then this dream did something else that i also don't remember.
and that's all i remember at this late hour. time to read.
also, underground hip hop is so much different that the shit that i hear at parties.