bouts of unexplained insanity
"Attention zoo patrons! Clamu the Giant Oyster is on an emotional rampage! Please scream and run around in circles."
- Spongebob Square Pants
9:43 AM
potters inc
Caution: Spoilers ahead
Even after shamelessly finishing Deathly Hallows in one sitting - in which all bodily movements were reduced to stagnation - you can't help wondering what is so special about Harry Potter? I could fragment a story about a snot nosed castaway (with meagre fire making talents) who uncovered his royal ancenstry twenty seven feet below a grunting holly tree and the publishers would still haul me out by the collar.
Deathly Hallows was morbidly fascinating. I still withold the impeccable desire to flood JK Rowling's email with hate mail and infallible viruses for finishing off Snape. I convince myself its because cluttering her inbox would be insignificant, to say impaling her. (Note: All indications to potential violence are merely signs to the writer's temporary lapse of sanity. The writer wishes no physical harm on even a hair on JK Rowling's head let alone her head. Her defunct morbidity finds sufficient pleasure in imagining it) But we all know that my technological limitations render me incapable of even sourcing for her email address - I am hopeless with search engines.
WHY IS SNAPE NOT ALIVE?
No, I am not happy that Harry's alive and corpulating. I am sure he's a very admirable hero beneath all the layers of suffocating angst. Yet, I still prefer brooding Snape. Ron, too was brilliantly sarcastic throughout the book even if sometimes the sarcasm felt repeated.
Beyond everything I appreciate JK Rowling's ability to flesh out her characters. Her heroes aren't smooth edged, epitomes of courage. She scrubs their flaws out and exposes them to their vulnerabilities throughout the series. Heroes are heroes not because they achieve but because even when tossed down they have the courage and will to get up and fight.
The final book feels like the culmination, a finale to an era which had embraced everyone. .And yes, even beyond all my naive years of anxious imagination, and frantic desperation I still believe beyond this corporeal world of rigidity there lays a realm of surrealism. Maybe that's what makes Harry Potter special - the promise of a magic so incarnate you yearn for it to be true.
9:05 AM
vertical dilemma
I am shrinking, I swear
2:50 AM
hey there delilah!
These are one of the days when I am astounded at my own mental deficiency. Not that I haven't been deluding myself with Thomas Friedman and Richard Feynman, but there are some days when I seem to have excavated LOGIC from my vocabulary and plunged into a state of compulsive verbal diahrrea.
Oh, and Live Earth was such a flop I had to refrain myself from stabbing Al Gore's printed picture with a pair of blunt scissors and snorting, "I told you so,". But really I shouldn't be speaking. I must have been a loyal contributor to the clearing of the Amazon forest with the copious amounts of paper I frivolously doodle my very inane, abrupt thoughts on. The rainforest is being spent on my expressions of tortured souls in the form of battered stick men and quotes I fabricate when triggered on excessive caffeine and too much The Fray. Tsk.
I should really become more eco-friendly. Save The Earth. Not that it makes a difference anyway. If global warming isn't going to broil holes into our ozone, terrorism is going to annihilate the continents.
4:10 AM
;&this one's for you
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
Close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Hey there Delilah
I know times are getting hard
But just believe me girl
Someday I'll pay the bills with this guitar
We'll have it good
We'll have the life we knew we would
My word is good
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
A thousand miles seems pretty far
But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school
And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you- Plain White Ts
8:22 AM
&behind closed doors
bowling > multi faceted sadism
11:43 PM
