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This site has been inactive for so long, I hope everyone didn't just forget about me. It's summer once again and as my mood improves, so does the beat of music my head. It's considerably more up tempo when the sun is beating down upon us all. So here I am once again to share with everyone:
It's amazing what a couple of years can do to you. Like 16 year old me was smitten with, well I just looked up at my Beatles poster so lets call him John, now I should start off by saying that John has pretty much no idea that I exist. On with the story, 16 year old John had the most Dope Ass Swagger of any boy I seen up to that point. Whenever he would get within 10 feet of me Discovery's 'Osaka Loop Line' would play in my head and my heart would pound like an 808. But I saw John in passing recently, and all I though was Eehhh. He was still attractive of course, I mean sure, but he lost his mojo. he just didn't walk the same (maybe he did, but I remember him a certain way so maybe, just maybe, he never actually moonwalked or two stepped down the halls but hey, it's my memory, that's how I choose to remember it, okay?) Could be just me but it's more likely that John lost his groove. He use to so fresh, so fine, like everyday just blow my mind (shut up.) Two years ago, he had the flyest kicks EVER! Yet in our brief encounter I barely glanced at his feet (and I am a sneakerhead, shoe fetishist in general, but a sneakerhead in particular. So not drooling over his Supras is Gasp worthy). Honestly what about young Johnny had changed? NOTHING! (or so one good friend assured me) It was me! In the time that I had gone off to school and come home, (even in the age of social networking) I had forgotten about John. ...... Now I don't really know what my point is in all of this..... maybe that when we grow up people change, for the better or for worse, you just have to learn to roll with it. Sometimes you'll be disappointed (I know I was. John was the hottest thing of life.) but you can't write anyone else's story. Just your own. So Live Your Life. yeah, yeah that's it.
At what point do you begin to believe your public persona? We are all apart of your demise, And it's nearly visible the way your ego swells to an unthinkable size, Believing the people and Rolling Stone magazine and all their lies, Through their grit teeth and the cries Who do you think you are?
You've fallen from grace you narcissist. Heretic! Fame Whore! You Overlord!
No one believes your deception, Not even you. GIVE IT UP!
And you still can't see, Through your lack of will to be, You are not he, Thee of thee, You are not the bringer of truth.
You are not mighty, You are not holy, And no one loves you, Or cares what you do, Though they patronize and coo, You are alone, We are all alone.
This is empty, We all are. The media drains our souls.
No individualism, In this Capitalism, Watch your true self die. As they shove more and more of their cameras in your face.
Society ripping at the seams. Living in empty shells, As our egos swell, *POP* We burst, But it's only in Black and White, Our colors are gone.
A post that is essentially about nothing, Yet is filled with so much
Never quite knowing what to say but having so much happening in the mind. Story of my life.
SO...
What do you when the weather outside is frightful?
Me? A self confessed homebody, Rather than face the cold harsh rain I'll read a book, make some tea, watch a fabulous movie.
The Pink Panther
Claudia Cardinale was such a classic beauty but this films best feature is Peter Sellers (at his comedic best in my opinion*) The remake was so disappointing but the original is still one of my all time favourites.
*Yes Sellers has his dramatic best as well that's next
Lolita
How did they ever make a movie of Lolita?
Another favourite (as is the novel it's based on). I'm an absolute sucker for black and white. And Sellers as Clare Quilty adds just enough comic relief
Valley of the Dolls
Although the film is wonderfully glamourous, I'm a much bigger fan of the book following 3 young women in show buisness - and well, you should just read it when you get a chance.
When you're sick and it's terrible weather Guilty TV is so wonderful if you possess a television then you might find the insane exploits of this family as amusing as my family does.
And now to counteract the stupid, some political comedy
Mars is already red
OH!
My BFF wrote this little bit of fantastic:
Dear Wife-Love-Bromeo-Darling,
You are the Fred to my Ethel,
The Blair to my Serena,
The Cher to my Dionne,
and the legendary to my Barney Stinson. ...I just love your style
and how pretty you are.
I can't stand us being so far..
But all is fair in love and war .
Which is why I'm coming home to the west coast.
We all know it's the best coast.
"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned." - William Congreve's The Mourning Bride
RAWR!
Despite the above quote and all I did not just get dumped. In fact I had the extremely glorious task of letting another person know, that despite his wishes, he and I will not be getting married any time soon.
What I really want to know is why is it that when it comes to calling it quits girls get the rep for turning to crying, whining, alanis morissette playing, crazy ass emotional bitches?
Because boys have the capacity to turn into crazy, clingy nut jobs as well, who end up blaming your lack of returned phone calls and newly filed restraining orders on "Fear of Commitment"
...I'm rambling again.
I have a point I promise, What I think that Point is... Plently of women use their sexuality freely (like so many young men do without redicule), and I have met more than enough young men that whimper and send crazy stalker texts that would put off the most commitment oriented young woman.
So why the need to label one sex as needy, and the other as liberated when I'm about to get super hippie love right hereeveryone is individual.
Anywho, my brief rant for today about boys acting like stereotypes of girls La-Dee-Da
