my dad is in Arkansas now. I am now going to be paying for my own phone, which will mark the end of any financial dependence I had on my parents. My aunt and I bought my mom new tires for her birthday. yeah.
I partied a little too hard last night. We played king’s cup with French exchange students, had drunk conversations about movies and MMO addictions, and I sort-of enjoyed being tied-up and whipped by a corset-wearing transgendered friend. I also puked quite a bit and passed-out in my car. Hangovers suck. Not sure if I’ll drink that much again… I kind-of chuckled at the small bruises on my ass the next morning though.
I am almost back to net-positive wealth again and I feel just-about prepared to move. The Pacific Northwest would be ideal. I am not sure what kind-of employability I would have leaving a Gynecologist’s office, but I can answer phones like a polite madman.
I have not forgotten the cover- I have actually been feeling a little self-conscious about it. I talk with Jess quite a bit. She watched Eraserhead and Ghost World back-to-back which I found impressive.
I am still a little nauseous. gonna sleep now. goodnight, all you marvelous humans out there. Forgive and remember, live tactfully, and don’t die. yeeeeeeeeah~
12:11 am • 20 October 2014 • 2 notes
Auteur Motifs — The Singing Woman (David Lynch)
Of David Lynch’s ten feature films, five of them prominently feature a woman singing on stage. While in some cases this character is more integral to the story than others, the singing itself never fails to affect each protagonist, if only briefly.
As a surrealist, David Lynch draws much of his inspiration from his unconscious—through dreams, transcendental meditation, and otherwise. The recurrence of this character throughout his work highly suggests that this image is one paired very closely with the essence of Lynch’s own mind.
[Chronologically, the films shown above: Eraserhead, Blue Velvet, Wild at Heart, Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me, and Mulholland Drive]
9:14 pm • 14 October 2014 • 670 notes
Your mom and I will help you dance through your bad weather.
Young love is fine, just please respect the candles as they line.
11:41 pm • 12 October 2014 • 1,089 notes
"staying friends" is actually working, to our astonishment. She is sort-of my bestie now and any way I look at it, it isn’t weird at all and this has never really ever happened before, but I am glad it did because I like it.
I really pissed-off my aunt earlier this week. After briefly freaking out, I determined that everything is fine.
I would probably like to move next year. I am thinking June/July. I’ll probably have my car paid-off by then. Then again, this will depend on a number of factors that may or may not be at my control.
My grandmother told me a few stories about living as a young child in Minnesota. Her family had a small house with an outhouse in the back, and every Halloween, the neighborhood hoodlums would stop by and knock the outhouse over. Her parents accepted this tradition, and marked it as the time for them to dig a new poop chute and fill the old one.
1:27 am • 11 October 2014 • 2 notes