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Happy Spring Break. Actually, I'm planning on doing a lot of fiction writing this vacation. No seriously. Really. I am. That's why I'm writing in here. I'm totally procrastinating like bananas.
Right now I'm listening to the soundtrack to North By Northwest. I just read an article on Alfred Hitchcock in the new Vanity Fair and I realized that a lot of his views on making films mirrors my views on writing fiction. It's kind of odd since I only have a passing familiarity with his movies. I own the soundtracks for North By Northwest and Psycho, but I can't say that I really remember those movies all that well. I remember liking Rear Window too but I'm not totally bananas over his works so I find it a bit odd that we share the same creative intentions.
For an English geek, I find this immensely fascinating. The rest of the world is probably bored bananas.
Speaking of fiction, Dog Girl finally read my chapters. I'm not sure if she really liked them or she was just being cool. She wrote, "YOU ROCK!" on my cover page. That's a pretty cool complement right? Especially for one's writing. It's hard to really rock with words. In fact, at my age, it's hard to rock period.
I rock.
I don't know. That just doesn't sound right.
I'm fucking bananas.
Okay, that's much better.
Went movies tonight. Crabby Boba came with us. Went to eat after. Story of my life. I should go clubbing with Kitsune and the rest of the Spunker staff. I'm growing too moldy. I really should try and boogie. I mean, hell, I rock. Right? I do, right?
Anyway, I swear to God, me and Ball And Chain are so, UGH. We actually got into some sort of bizarre I'm-not-gonna-be-the-one-to-instigate-sex-first thing. WHATEVER. When I finally heard her snoring, I figured it was safe to go home. For the record, neither of us got any. (Not that I deserve any.) Actually, I think neither of us got any. Do girls masturbate or does that only happen in pornos?
Speaking of female masturbation, there was the fucking meanest chick working at that Rock N Sushi place. Fucking meanest ass and legs. Nice tan. Smooth. Yum. Her face was really interesting. Not quite cute, not quite pretty, but interesting. Nice full lips. Pig tails. Fascinating. She also wore colored contact lenses. You can tell. They just don't look right. Never trust someone with colored contact lenses.
ANYWAY
I celebrated my first day of Spring Break by watching MTV's Spring Break Grind thing. Two members of New Kids On The Block were hosting. I stood in the middle of Ball And Chain's room while she was sleeping doing horrible dance moves to a black woman named Foxy Brown. Can life get any more surreal?
Hmm. That's pretty darn pathetic. Everyone's dancing and going to New York and I'm watching MTV. Bananas.
If one more person tells me The Corruptor sucked, I'm gonna shove a banana up their ass! It wasn't some big ass shoot em up/John Woo kinda movie. Once you get that in your skull and outta your ass, you're gonna fucking realize that Attention Deficit Syndrome is seriously gonna hamper your comprehension. Chow Yun Fat got to be so fucking spastically cool in this movie, unlike The Replacement Killers where he was forced to be all monku. I swear, one of these days Beret Boy is gonna regain consciousness and find a banana in every single one of his orifices.
Spunker
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