9:52 a.m. - 02.10.2004
Here's to Exploding!
Last night something very strange happened while I was sleeping. Somehow I had my water glass balancing on my chest and when I went to roll over I dumped it all over me and the bed, but I still didn't fully wake up. I managed to take my t-shirt off and put a pillow over the wet spot. Very odd. I think I was in a benedryl coma because I took four of them yesterday. My allergies have been very, very bad. Later on I had another dream about me wanting to borrow B's scooter or small motorcycle (which she doesn't really own). She was letting me borrow it at first but then she stopped. I think I was abusing my scooter privileges by using it too much. It was stored at a fancy apartment she owned but didn't live in. She was renting it to some rich older white guy who wanted me to help him with some ad campaigns he was creating everytime I went to get the bike. I would try to sneak in and get it but he would almost always catch me.
I saw The Triplets of Belleville last night and it was incredible. I love animation to begin with and this was just amazingly beautiful, funny and cruel all at the same time. And, total bonus, before the film there was a short called Destino which was the brainchild of Walt Disney and Salvador Dali! Dali said he believed, "he and Disney could create what he called the first motion picture of the Never Seen Before." The studio was having financial troubles so the project was shelved but it was finally finished last year. Anyway, it was fucking awesome and you should see it if you have a chance. I still have to see Monster, 21 Grams, The Girl with the Pearl Earring and The Cooler and I will have seen all of the Oscar nominees that I want to see. I don't really want to see House of Sand and Fog because it just looks extra depressing. I'll wait and just get it from Netflix. I also don't want to see mofo'n Cold Mountain or that damn Last Samurai. Nicole and Tom can both suck it (but yes, I did love The Hours). I was supposed to read Cold Mountain for a class last summer but I just couldn't get into it at all. I'm not into the Civil War so much. I have absolutely no desire to see Russell Crowe in Master and Commander a.k.a. "Master and Bator." One thing the old cancer has been good for is me seeing a ton of movies. I think I've seen more of the Oscar/Golden Globe nominated movies than ever. I've also seen a lot of crap movies that were just for the fun and the good times (i.e. Underworld=action-y vampire movie with lots of good looking people in hot leather outfits which leant to a secret overall 'bondage' theme. I thought it could have been a great movie because, well, I'm a nerd and love monsters, but the idea was NOT executed well.).
Classes start today and, once again, I'm very excited but also nervous. I'm less nervous than when I started at my school and didn't know anyone or have any idea what to expect, but I'm more nervous than I would have been had I not had a cancer-induced semester off. I've already seen a lot of people so there won't be too much pressure to talk about cancer to everyone I see (that's what I'm hoping, anyway). I'm trying to stay in the right frame of mind: totally open to whatever comes to me. I have no idea what I'm going to write about this semester, I'm going in blank. My writer friends are telling me this is good, to be blank without expectations, that I'll be able to draw something out of me. I think this is correct based on my experience. My first semester at school I had no idea what I was going to write about either and stuff just kept coming and coming, exploding like a volcano. My subsequent semesters I felt more "dry". So here's to exploding!
