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if god was a nice man he'd let me die now
2002-09-14
well, the title is pretty much what i thought in the cinema today. can you believe my grandpa burped and farted there? in public? while it was totally quiet? well, he did.
ok, i have to admit, i'm a bit pissed off at the whole world today. we went to see "signs" and i thought it was amazing. it was really subtly scary and you actually had to use your brain to understand it and see what was going on. even tho i hardly died of fear a few times, i just luv this movie. and what happened afterwards? everyone, including my mom and grandpa, said it was dull and nothing happened and blah. i mean, wtf? what has the world come to? do we actually always need computer-animated aliens and guns and sex in a movie to even understand the plot? is it impossible to think while you're watching a movie and see subtle signs? i thought the movie was especially great because the whole story seemed like something similar could really happen one day. i mean, if aliens ever come here, it's not gonna be like independence day. there won't be a complete loser, who suddenly manages to crack their code and saves the world. and there won't be all this tragic stories and blablabla. we'll still be the normal people we are now and we'll still have our little problems and we'll be in deep shit and we won't suddenly turn into heroes. unfortunately, it seems like everybody except me needs big hollywood special effects nowadays. they want stories that tell themselves rather than actually *working* with the movie. i hate that. i'm so sick of really idiotic stuff like "titanic" or "ali g". who needs that?
ok, i'm done venting now. i guess. even tho i'm still a bit angry at my grandpa. but i'm also tired of that. where's the point? i can't even talk to him about it because while you're talking he's already thinking about the next speech he's gonna hold you. it sounds silly but it's really like that. you talk and talk and he nods and you really think he's heard you but a minute later he talks about something completely different. it's annoying because on the other hand he expects us to always listen and you can't actually tell him how much you hate that because any sort of complaint is called "cheeky and mean". super!
anyway...yesterday was cool. well, not too cool. i had to go to that stupid summer celebration of my work company. and i spent 5 hours sitting around in the grass with my group. that sucked. but afterwards, i picked danny up and we rented a movie and got some food from burger king and just hung out at her new flat. and the flat's fucking amazing. i can't even describe it because i'm not really feeling like explaining each little corner now. but i so envy her and her sister for living there. even for two people the flat is huge. i especially love her sisters room because she actually has two rooms. one's kinda tv room with a sofa and all and from that she can go up some wooden stairs and get to her sleeping area which is right under the roof. it's a huge space with a big mattress in the middle and lights everywhere and there are also windows in both sides of the roof and it's just awfully pretty. they also have a balcony. danny said she thought it was small but i mean, hey, it's big enough for at least 3 people with chairs and a table AND it's one of those with walls around it so noone can spy on you. damn, i luv luv luv the flat. they also have really cool furniture from ikea. i dunno how people always find that cool stuff there. when i went there they had nothing. they had exactly one cool set of furniture in one of the showcases and that was useless because in my room it wouldn't have worked. danny's room, however, is great, too. the upper half of her walls is light blue and she has a cloud-lamp on the ceiling. and the lower half has grass-green carpet on it and she's put some fake flowers and ladybugs there so it looks like a little lawn. really really pretty. it made me wanna move out too. but i could never afford such a great flat (dunno how much they pay but i bet it's a lot) and i don't wanna live alone anyway.
whateverness. i need sleep now. and i'll go check out asg first.
and he basically annoyed the shit out of me the whole day. he's just so...preachy. he keeps talking and talking about things you don't wanna hear about. and about things he hardly knows anything about himself. he pretends to be so wise and sophisticated. and then he fucking farts in a cinema!!! wtf?
manic street preachers - generation terrorists