6:05 p.m. x 2003-11-09
ocassionally i'm struck with the overwhelming desire to be david lynch. just thought i'd share that with you.
i can't wait until i can start taking classes i can understand and get involved in. i'm so sick of not being able to wrap my head around what's going on and what i'm supposed to be learning. i know i'm perfectly capable of...*zone*...*zone*...*zone*...
...i really want to see "shattered glass". and "mystic river". AND I STILL HAVEN'T SEEN THE GODDAMN "TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE". i can never get to the movies anymore. but i'm glad i got to see "kill bill". i'm now dying to see "battle royale", a japanese film about a government-funded experiment where a class of teenagers are stranded on an island to kill each other. the girl who played go-go was in it.
i'm wrestling a large unit of cardboard away from the art room tomorrow so i may begin my installation. it'll be full of myssi-ness (and a picture of squeaky fromme). i'm also assembling a soundtrack to play so there's some pleasant noise coming out of that wretching hellhole that is the annual art show.
alrighty...this entry is taking two hours. and i really have nothing of interest to say, except i encourage you to read this because it's extremely amusing & facinating. i'm deeply in love with that film. i kind of wish there was a place like club silencio where one could go with a close friend and get scared out of your wits watching rebekah del rio lipsynch a moving spanish rendition of a roy orbison classic. i can imagine paco really enjoying that."it's not what you thought when you first began it
you got what you want and you can hardly stand it thought
but now you know that it's not going to stop"
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start