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Remember that scene in 'Lolita' where Shelley Winters is sitting outside of the bathroom while Humbert Humbert is sitting in there writing god-knows-what about her daughter? Then she pouts and moans, “Hmmm, I'm lonesome!” Breaks my heart. Anyway, that's me at the moment. The boyfriend is at Havana and I'm here. I hate this. He and I had kind of a crap day. I can't really explain it. We were just sort of disgusted with each other….barely spoke, no affection, nothing. I'm not sure what the deal is, but this better pass soon. We haven't, uh, had relations in a little over a week and you know how I get…Well, maybe you don't. In any case, it's not pretty.
Anyway, on to other things. I'm having a very allergic evening and have been sneezing, non-stop, since about 7. I'm about to pour antihistamine right down my nose. And we, of course, don't have any Kleenex so I've been blowing my nose with a rather unforgiving roll of Bounty. Quicker Picker-Upper, yes, but not so gentle on the old schnoz.
I watched If These Walls Could Talk 2, which was good and bad. Vanessa Redgrave owns my soul. But the middle segment with the lipstick hippie lesbians was just kind of…dumb. Chole Sevigny really looked like Macauley Culkin. It was kind of strange. But in any case, I got to see Ellen Degeneres' boobs and that was kind of weird. I didn't think she was alright with the onscreen nudity. But whatever, lesbians are cool. dur.
I finally went to the piercing place today….and they didn't have what I needed. They had the nose barbells but they started a gauge or two too big. The guy said he would order me a nose screw but I don't like those things. I'm going to have to make a field trip out of this one simple task and it's kind of starting to piss me off. Isn't piercing like totally mainstream now? Shouldn't I be able to pick up a high-quality nosering at, say, Giant Eagle? Anyway, the place inside was decorated pretty nicely…you know, for a tattoo place. There were three guys there and I don't think they totally knew how to react to me with my baby in tow. Said baby did not seem too phased about his first (of many, I'm sure) trip to the tattoo parlor. Maybe I'll become one of those pieces of shit that just hangs out there. Nah.
I've had random movies and shows running through my head over the past two days. Kind of like when songs run through your head and get stuck, I do that with movies. They're all very bizarre and, as far as I can tell, unrelated.
First, and perhaps most disturbing, is Howard the Duck. I've just been thinking about how awful that movie is and how befuddling it is that it was so popular.
Second, American History X. I'm not really sure. I don't like that movie as much as I once did mainly because the writing, let's face it, isn't that great. However, I still get chills when I think of Edward Norton's character killing that kid in front of his house. Nightmarish.
Third, and certainly very random, is one particular episode of Beverly Hills, 90210. Now, I really loved this show when I was about 12-13. I was going through a really rough time, just puberty-wise. I was really really awkward and goofy-looking and was getting teased to death everyday at school. Ballet wasn't going well, either, so 90210, with it's designer clothes problems was a good escape for me. Of course, they were mindful of “social issues” and the episode that's been running through my head is one of their “early 90's, circa L.A. riots, racial tension” episodes. I can't remember the plot too clearly, but there was, I think, a football game and then perhaps a related school dance, but not Homecoming because it was informal. Anyway, there was some drama because West Beverly High was playing some “black” high school and they were, of course, worried about shootings and shit. But, of course, Brandon saved the day and they all ended up doing the Electric Slide, black and white, side-by-side at the dance later.
How.
gay.
Anyhoo, I think I'm going to dive into a bowl of popcorn and watch Drop Dead Gorgeous for the eight millionth time. Oh crap.
