August 04, 2009
There is something dead or dying
Sometimes my poor posture really hits me.
Like I'll be sitting here, waiting for a website to load, and realize all of a sudden that my nose is an inch away from the space bar. I feel like Mr. Burns or Gollum. No good characters are hunchbacked, you know. The only sympathetic one that I know of is Quasimodo, and it's only because he's slightly retarded.
But here I am, waiting for Brian and my dad to fall asleep so I can join Danny in his now nightly movie viewings. We rented Memento and Adaptation. and am hoping to watch the latter of the two this evening. I've only seen it once, and it's definitely the kind of movie that needs to be seen at least five times to fully comprehend. SO. I thought I'd write. Hm.
I got coffee with a guy I went to high school with the other night. It's almost creepy how much we have in common. We like the same music, tv and movies; both want Vonnegut words tattooed on us; we even have the same favorite parts in "Forgot About Dre" and "A Milli." He's interesting, funny, quick, smart, a good listener, gorgeous, all that, but sadly he goes to school in Santa Cruz. And (technically) he has a girlfriend. Way to never take an interest in boys that stay in San Diego, Gina. GOD, he's just so perfect.
I finally wrote something the other day. It's not the best I've ever written, but it's also not the worst. I like some of the images I came up with and all that. It's technically about death, but not in some sort of melodramatic sense of it. I mean, I guess you'd just have to read it. I'm just happy to finally have created something NEW and FRESH and EXCITING.
Ron asked me to be the "resident writer" of his production company's website. "Okay," I said. It's very flattering, but I think it will be difficult to manage as I am on the other side of the country as he is. Way to find someone who wants to work with you that doesn't live in San Diego, Gina.
I got lunch with Olin yesterday. It was difficult for me to decide whether or not I should actually see him, as it has been two months since our last encounter, but he had my favorite Bukowski book so it was necessary. It was okay. We got along well, had some nice laughs, caught up on things. He was heading to a funeral for his pastor's son that evening; can anyone ever catch a break?
It's hot.
And I'm going to New York in just about a week.
And I'm not ready to go.
It's going to be expensive.
And I haven't planned anything for it.
And I'm stressing out about flying alone.
Because this morning
on CNN
there was a story about a plane
that encountered really
really real
ly bad turbulence
and 26 people were
injured. then there's the
whole Air France thing. I
don't want to die in violent fear
especially if it involves plummeting
thousands of feet
to the ground, my head smashing
like a watermelon
onto my little dinner tray,
my shins compacting
like two bloody spyglasses,
my elbows shattering on the
armrests.
I can't call it off now,
though.
Oh, God. Why does my imagination
have to be so limber?
Like I'll be sitting here, waiting for a website to load, and realize all of a sudden that my nose is an inch away from the space bar. I feel like Mr. Burns or Gollum. No good characters are hunchbacked, you know. The only sympathetic one that I know of is Quasimodo, and it's only because he's slightly retarded.
But here I am, waiting for Brian and my dad to fall asleep so I can join Danny in his now nightly movie viewings. We rented Memento and Adaptation. and am hoping to watch the latter of the two this evening. I've only seen it once, and it's definitely the kind of movie that needs to be seen at least five times to fully comprehend. SO. I thought I'd write. Hm.
I got coffee with a guy I went to high school with the other night. It's almost creepy how much we have in common. We like the same music, tv and movies; both want Vonnegut words tattooed on us; we even have the same favorite parts in "Forgot About Dre" and "A Milli." He's interesting, funny, quick, smart, a good listener, gorgeous, all that, but sadly he goes to school in Santa Cruz. And (technically) he has a girlfriend. Way to never take an interest in boys that stay in San Diego, Gina. GOD, he's just so perfect.
I finally wrote something the other day. It's not the best I've ever written, but it's also not the worst. I like some of the images I came up with and all that. It's technically about death, but not in some sort of melodramatic sense of it. I mean, I guess you'd just have to read it. I'm just happy to finally have created something NEW and FRESH and EXCITING.
Ron asked me to be the "resident writer" of his production company's website. "Okay," I said. It's very flattering, but I think it will be difficult to manage as I am on the other side of the country as he is. Way to find someone who wants to work with you that doesn't live in San Diego, Gina.
I got lunch with Olin yesterday. It was difficult for me to decide whether or not I should actually see him, as it has been two months since our last encounter, but he had my favorite Bukowski book so it was necessary. It was okay. We got along well, had some nice laughs, caught up on things. He was heading to a funeral for his pastor's son that evening; can anyone ever catch a break?
It's hot.
And I'm going to New York in just about a week.
And I'm not ready to go.
It's going to be expensive.
And I haven't planned anything for it.
And I'm stressing out about flying alone.
Because this morning
on CNN
there was a story about a plane
that encountered really
really real
ly bad turbulence
and 26 people were
injured. then there's the
whole Air France thing. I
don't want to die in violent fear
especially if it involves plummeting
thousands of feet
to the ground, my head smashing
like a watermelon
onto my little dinner tray,
my shins compacting
like two bloody spyglasses,
my elbows shattering on the
armrests.
I can't call it off now,
though.
Oh, God. Why does my imagination
have to be so limber?
gina
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Joey • August 4th 2009 • Reply
im really, really glad i read this after my flight from sf to sd. not cool, gina. not cool...
gina • August 4th 2009 • Reply
Ha, whoops :)
Jeff Micklos • August 4th 2009 • Reply
1. What is your favorite part of Forgot About Dre? I have a few...
2. Ashley and Chris make long distance relationships work...
3. Don't be afraid of flying.
4. Sorry the website is slow. I have been actively trying to make it faster (Mark can attest to that).
5. I think in Meet the Spartans, the Paris Hilton character had a hunch-back. She wasn't entirely bad... Although, that movie was...
Honestly though, that is the stupidest movie I have ever seen.
gina • August 4th 2009 • Reply
1. "If it was up to me you mothafuckas would stop comin' up to me" AND "Now you want to run around talkin' 'bout guns like I ain't got none."
2. I've hung out with him once. Sadly, nothing will happen anytime soon.
3. Flying is my #2 fear--after shark attacks. I think it'll stay there forever.
4. It's okay. I don't mind.
5. I think I'll rent it.
Jeff Micklos • August 5th 2009 • Reply
I am afraid of flying too but I just try not to think about it. How afraid are you? My sister is wayy scared of flying and she gets really annoying about it.
Do you let your fear interfere with traveling?
gina • August 5th 2009 • Reply
I get freeeeaked out beforehand and do okay on the plane, as long as there's ZERO turbulence. I've never let it stop me from traveling though, so I guess it's not too bad.