Vengeance Is Mine Inc.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Today is ben and jerry's free cone day and i made my grandmother, iz, and the flea go to the zoo for a cone. There was a girl tourist on the bus with vaguely dreadlocked blue hair and i asked her if she bleached it first and what other colours she got before and she looked at me and said 'shut up punk'. That was just a daydream. Though there was the girl. Well, whatever. As my wet-farting cousin would say. The older brother of the one who said 'p is for penis'. You can imagine. I don't know who i'm typing this to. It's more like a void of nothingness, like the absolute nothingness before the big bang, where the colour white might have existed and where a small quantity of magic dust might have been floating around. By the way I hate how the french teacher forces everyone in class to rethink themselves just by asking seemingly innocent questions meant to improve our french and help everyone in class get to know each other. He asks us questions like 'Are you patient?' (easy) 'Are you aggressive?' (harder) 'Are you timid?' (very hard) or 'Do you like getting presents?' Everytime he asks anyone it's almost like a prick with a needle! His fly was half down once. I told Noel (chef-guy sitting next to me) and he told me to tell. Which really makes me wonder what might happen if someone told someone, or more specifically, a teacher, that their fly was undone. I think i once told harris and he turned back with a giggle-laugh and a little jig and fixed it. But in the case of the french teacher, or almost anyone else, the situation is totally unpredictable. He might have a split-second awkward freeze pose. Though I think in most cases he will emit a kind of twittery, nervous, lamblike laugh. If anyone who reads this has anything to say about this, that has anything to do with past experience, please tell me below.

I've been obsessively watching gilmore girls season 1. It gives me a sense of patience and excitement and it gives me the impulse to wear stockings or long high socks. Cycling drenched in the rain is better than driving in the rain. That's two things i couldn't have done last year because i neither knew how to drive nor cycle.

In high fidelity (i watched the movie), Rob has a neighbourhood record store that sells only singles, and only originals, not re-released versions. He employed dick (shy awkward kind adorable music-lover) and barry (jack black music-elitist arrogant and CRAZY) for only a few days a week and couldn't get them to stop coming everyday. Barry doesn't sell anything to anyone whom he thinks has bad taste in music. He tried making a monday morning cassette tape for them to ease into monday and so that they can start talking about their top 5 favourite monday morning songs of all time. It started off with 'walking on sunshine' blasting. Anyway Rob said somewhere in the movie that there is an art to making a compilation tape. Totally true. I never really thought about that before. ANYWAY, there is this scene where the shop is quite crowded, and barry is helping a guy find records around the store:
(the guy has more than a few records in his arms, looking lost, because barry keeps recommending more to him telling him it's CRAZY that he's never heard this or that)
barry (with the guy following, walks to a section and pulls out Blonde on Blonde): "You mean you've never heard this????????? That's f****** perverse! (looks around with huge eyes and lowers voice) DON'T tell anyone you haven't heard Blonde on Blonde!"

I totally love the movie. I don't know why I just said all that, it's just floating around my mind, I don't even really like blonde on blonde for now. My brother wants to open a music shop when he 'grows up', a right old ambition. Please let me get that job at gramophone. Actually, cd covers are cute little miniature shrunk versions of huge record covers. Sort of like a shrinky dink. Please let me find a neighbourhood record store somewhere in my lifetime.

moled at 4/25/2006 08:08:00 AM

be a goldmember.
i can see into your past, madame mary.

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