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| Wednesday, April 8th, 2009 | | 11:19 pm |
Locked out of my fucking house
As said above. Seriously, I would have thought having other people living with you would make something like an appalling tendency to lose your keys less likely to left you in the mentioned situation, but nah, of course. I'm currently fuming on a public machine, and actually, didn't lose the keys, I now remember I left them in my jacket's pocket, which is thrown over my bed just past the open window. *headdesk* Current Mood:  bitchy | | Tuesday, February 24th, 2009 | | 5:09 pm |
I apologize beforehand to SGA fandom...
But Eva made me watch the third season, and...well, sorry, but that was one of the best ones? *whispers* it kinda sucks * whispers*
I admit "Tao of Rodney" and "Progeny" were ok, but I understand it goes downhill from there? *is afraid*
I also watched "Vegas", which was entertaining, but had plot holes you could drive your average truck across. Same with "Shrine".
I'm quite sure I don't deserve this. Someone will have to sit through the entire "Re-Animator" trilogy, "May" and possibly "Young Frankenstein" and all the Hammer Frankenstein movies. I'm just saying. Current Mood: annoyed | | 4:54 pm |
| | Tuesday, December 2nd, 2008 | | 1:21 pm |
| | Saturday, November 29th, 2008 | | 5:13 pm |
OMFG why don't they get glasses
I've just been mistaken for a fifteen years old. So excuse me, I have to go bang my head against a wall for a while. Current Mood: pissed off | | Wednesday, October 1st, 2008 | | 5:28 pm |
Oh, Heroes. (more like ow, Heroes)
Dear show: you didn't (I'm talking about the Sylar thing. And the Maya/Mohinder thing, for which I have no words except ewww). Boyfriend-less Claire kick (almost) as much ass as she did season one, but what is that time-travel crap? Hoping it gets better, but I wouldn't hold my breath. By the way, I still really, really miss D.L. | | Tuesday, August 26th, 2008 | | 5:41 pm |
My therapist should fuck off and die
The bugger won't stop telling me I need to "forgive my father in order to move on", and so on, and goes about how abuse confuses us, poor victims, and how my views are all screwed up for that very reason and I would certainly open up more if I only was willing to admit he's right at every point, basically. First off, I don't need to forgive anyone. Though I don't particularly wish my father any specific harm, and I consider that's all that can be reasonably asked from me in the spirit of civility, I still believe, and will continue to do so, that I'm in all my right to hate him till one of us dies, and beyond if there's a beyond. Second, I'm not confused at all. My father never, EVER pretended to care about me, so when he predated on me, child as I was, I knew what was going on. I could safely say he never laid a hand on me before...er, that, and never after I got big enough to make him stop. And finally, my dislike on people in general doesn't have anything to do with it. I dislike people, and I don't like to be touched, only because I DON'T. I don't have flashes of said past events, nor does any kind of contact reminds me of it. I just don't like it. If I'm not bothered by it, neither should he. In fact, I'm quite happy like this. I should say I'm only going to the stupid consults so he will give me the sleeping pills I'm in so dire need of. I'm not traumatized, I can't sleep because I mostly lay still the whole day because I got short of breath for tying my shoes, so my mind overworks. How difficult is to grasp that? And the questions about my mother are getting cheaper by the minute. Current Mood: pissed off, royaly so | | Wednesday, August 13th, 2008 | | 4:44 pm |
| | Saturday, August 9th, 2008 | | 6:05 pm |
Apparently one of my aunt's neighbors is in the adult film industry, as she puts it, which translated to normal, not repressed language might mean he's a porno star. I didn't have the necessary bad blood to question that a friend of her saw the movie and recognized him, but I'll call bollocks next time she's at my house and tries to scold me for the Asia Argento pictures on the living room's wall (that aren't mine anyway). Current Mood:  amused | | Saturday, August 2nd, 2008 | | 6:39 pm |
Must get out (or, have you seen how that inmigrant girl got beaten?)
This kind of shit doesn't happen in Argentina (yet, anyway). Will be heading back there. And I know it's a childish reaction, to bugger off or stay away from a certain kind of behavior that (I hope) doesn't represent the whole country, but still. The whole bloody town had the video. And found it funny. Fuck off, I'm off. Or else I'm going to start asking random people "Are you a xenophobe?", and that'll be fun for everyone involved. Nobody really wants to know if I'm kidding about that. Current Mood:  distressed | | Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 | | 5:49 pm |
"Ok, your crazy IS contagious, because now I see it too"
Eva won't stop pestering me about how slashy "The Dark Knight" was and how everyone (I assume she meant everyone passably attractive and male) could be paired with everyone. My thoughts? I don't think anyone could ignore Bruce's moony eyes directly aimed at Harvey Dent. If that was a "you stole my girlfriend" look, I'm the Mad Hat. Try "too bad YOU have a girlfriend". Also, Dent and Gordon should have had a hug after they caught the Jocker. Yes. *goes away whistling* Current Mood: amused | | Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008 | | 3:04 pm |
I liked the "Get Smart" movie better...
...When it was called "Johnny English". It's not even worth the try to compare it with the TV series. I'll just pretend I didn't notice the title and think it's an American James Bond parody. Or the reboot of "The Naked Gun". Current Mood:  bah | | 2:56 pm |
Reading pop-corn horror books
Stephen King freaks me out a lot less than Peter Straub, though I find him more entertaining. If you want a good scare, nothing better than Straub's "Ghost history". Or "Flying Dragon", if you can put up with the ending being almost the definition of WTF?! (almost as much as SK's "It"). But that..skin thing...will mess your head. Current Music: Burn the witch (Queens of the Stone Age) | | Saturday, June 21st, 2008 | | 7:33 pm |
Oh God why ALWAYS on my watch
So, dear cousin finally came out to his very scary mother (via phone, he's not yet suicidal). She screamed at him, damned him to hell and back and other such niceties, and finished with the immortal classic "I never want to see you again, I have no son". I went to the living room to watch the calendar; we are indeed in 2008. Huh. Naturally, we were alone at the time because these kind of things always happen when there isn't anyone who has the faintest clue of how properly deal with it. "My mother just told me what she thinks of me. What about you?" He said. I told him that, being a close relative of mine, any detail about his sex life was of course disgusting to me, in a general sense; but no, I didn't mind him being gay at all. In fact, it was ok; less chances of him ogling Eva. I knew my aunt was...well, a bitch, but this is too much. And isn't even like she didn't already know, I guess she expected he'll shut up about it his entire life? This sucks beyond words. Current Mood:  morose | | Tuesday, May 27th, 2008 | | 2:03 pm |
I hate tv people
I decided to catch up with some shows. First of all (almost spoiler-free, nothing that would ruin any surprise): House MD: Wilson, go die in a fire. Seriously, I first stopped watching this because of the assholery, self-righteousness of most of the characters regarding House (really, House wanting to be right and save people was OMG!wrong but refusing to try a treatment that could get a man out of basically being a piece of furniture was the right thing to do, you know, for the benefit of humanity WTF? It was because House refused to go behing them waving his tail and telling them I love you guys and it was so obvious), then go and watch the last two episodes and WHAT. At least House never, ever put anyone else at risk except the patient (that was almost always screwed to begin with anyway) and himself. He must never speak to that douchebag again. Grrr. The Sarah Connor Chronicles: That is not my Sarah Connor. And I'm not talking about the actress looking anything like the movie Sarah, but what is all that shite of her life having no meaning without John? Who the hell wrote that? The Sarah I knew and Loved would have died for her son, sure, but because he was her son, not because some mistic crap and the future and whatever. In T2, she embraces the prophecies, but to look in them for a way out, and again, she's ready to die, but she does not believe anything to be written in stone neither and she relies in herself and won't give up. That Sarah would have blown up the T that shot her son (or die trying, but what was that "Do it, my life has no meaning?" Get off my screen, fake!Sarah). (NOTE: THIS IS NOT A SPOILER, THIS ARE THE FIRST TEN SECONDS OR SO OF THE FIRST EPISODE). Lost: Is the show ever going anywhere? I don't even mind it makes no sense anymore, it's just that is the same fucking nonsense every week. How many Kate flashbacks can we tolerate? Ben is untrustworthy, gee, who would have thought. Jack and his father had issues. Didn't we all knew this from season one? Supernatural:This show can do no wrong. If Ellen were to be back next season, it would reach perfection. I went to see Indiana Jones. It had to be ( Read more... ) Current Mood: I admit being a bit crankyCurrent Music: Root (Sepultura) | | Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 | | 1:12 pm |
...And I killed his dog on his birthday.
My brother's dog died yesterday. He had the damned dog for fifteen years, can you imagine that? The dog had seventeen years, and the vets had been wanting to put him to sleep since last September, when his heart had an almost complete failure. We decided to wait, because you wouldn't believe the spirit on that dog. He wasn't able to walk for almost two weeks (we had to clean him up, hold his head to give him food), but he recovered. From then on, he was lying on his bed almost all the time, but we took him out to walk all afternoons and a little in the morning. Problem was, the dog started having seizures. Last Friday he had seven of those between 9 AM and 1 PM, when I was alone with him. When he calmed down we took him to the vet, who said his kidneys weren't working and gave us pills for the seizures. Yesterday he was real bad, eyes blank and moaning, and didn't recognized our voices. And the dog was a tough nut, he would hold on even though he could no longer eat. So I took him to the vet and had him put to sleep. All while my brother had to entertain some dry old aunt who came to eat cake for his birthday and looked at us like we were crazy for crying for the dog. I didn't kick her out, I'm civilized or what? Current Mood: pessimistic | | Wednesday, January 16th, 2008 | | 8:28 pm |
I married a madwoman
Eva jumped up today with (you wouldn't guess in a hundred years): Franz Kafka/Max Brod RPS. I can't believe I just typed that. Current Mood:  WTF?! | | 7:34 pm |
Or the alternative
There aren't things I wish I hadn't done, but there are things I wish I could regret, with all my being. It is not that I don't regret anything; just the opposite. But some things, I know I couldn't have done anything different. Still... | | 6:01 pm |
And I'm praying for rain...
It was raining the first time I saw her, and her hair was tangled, long on her back, night spilled over her shoulders. It was bright and sunny the last time I saw her, and her skin glowed white and blue-ish in the second-hand light of the Chapel. I will never be able to see the sun again; her closed eyes are all I see when I look above. You love your mother, even when you hate her. I don't know why I've been thinking so much of her lately. Current Mood: blank | | Friday, January 11th, 2008 | | 4:00 pm |
Some days ago, and for reasons not worth exploring, I've been forced to walk home in the middle of the night. It is great. For several blocks, and very early (because it gets dark very early) there's no one around. While I walk and hear my shoes hit the ground, it seems like I'm alone in the middle of a ghost town. It is just an illusion, imagination; but what is reality except for what you imagine you're seeing? So, then, for a brief period, I'm alone in the world. Holland confessed to me over the phone that he's a little envious. It is impossible to be alone in London, at any hour. |
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