Placebo -- Running up thst Hill
i gave you a piece of myself, my insecurity, so that you could be secure with yourself with the knowledge that there is a girl who hates herself just the way you hate yourself. i did that because we were friends.
I got soft lips
but i also have hard fists
that will turn your ass into a bloody mess
I am only ripe
and fertile to bear bitter
fruit for you to eat
if i could, i would
sacrifice my pride, but then
i would have nothing
i never knew hate
until i knew you and now
it is all i know
you'll fly far, my dear
darling, but please don't fly too
far and forget me
you purr for me so
sweetly, my little pretty
kitty pussycat
i am the troll who
lives under the bridge and scares
the poor billy goats
bitch, i've got no time
to hear you crying on the
phone, so just shut up
that spider in his
web watches all that i do,
his eight eyes transfixed
school is the bitch that
habitually beats my
ass. she can get fucked.
that boy is very
good-looking, but he doesn't
look at me. pity
"BITCHS GET NO WHER"
was written on the bus seat
I don't think that's true
no one told me
that i'm a fancy clown. That's
why they laugh at me
all the spiders in
my stomach started to crawl
around inside me
i can't stand it when
that spider crawls all around
my back. drives me nuts
jailbait me
statutory rape me
pull up my skirt and spank me
as i spread across your knees
you've got candy in your pocket
and my sweet tooth wants a piece
I don't know how to feel about Beyonce. She's pretty popular, so of course that's a strike against her.
#See the lady in the back? Over her shoulder? That's me.#
#See, it doesn't even frame her face right.#
HUGE FUGGIN' STRIKE.
I don't know exactly what's wrong with me #i never do# but usually, the more popular something gets or the more it gets hyped, I lose interest real quickly. This happens mostly with movies; I'll hear something about something coming out, hear people just go on and on about how good it is or will be and I'll immediately be like, "Meh." But then, when some years go by and the furor dies, something happens where I become very interested in what I missed. I remember this happening with Harry Potter, most notably. I guess I'm some kind of "culture vulture"; I just want the leftovers after everybody else has had their fill. Well, this has happened again with Boogie Nights.
IT IS SO FUGGING GOOOOOOOOOOD!
Liz saw it, like a year ago, and she was telling me how good it is, and, as much as I trust her, I was still a bit skeptical. I think the only no-go on seeing it was Mark Wahlberg being the lead. I didn't really care for him cuz he's popular, even though I did like him in The Departed. But I was like, "Mark Wahlberg? Boo." It is a little ironic though that I didn't like him, but I pay more attention to Donnie, maybe because he's underrated. And I'm not alone in this, he wasn't P.T. Anderson's first pick #Leonardo DiCaprio was, which is a much bigger BOO.# but he was ultimately impressed and then, so was I.
Same thing happened with Aaron Eckhart and Heath Ledger; wasn't interested in either one of them until The Dark Knight. Though, I was shocked when I found out Ledger died.
I really like this movie, a lot more than I thought I would. It's actually very sweet. Everybody, for the most part, had some kind of childish innocence and optismism and they cared about each other. I geniunely felt for these people and teared up at the end, deeply touched by how much of a family they were. The ending song also helped, which is strange because the first time I heard that song, it was in a commercial for HSN or something. #he's very good at end themes#
I guess that is the power of cinema, how it can twist our emotions and change our perceptions on people, ideas, songs, and the like. That's the power of mass media.
It also made me realize how much I like P. T. Anderson. Punch Drunk Love was the first film I saw by him and I loved it, then it was There Will Be Blood which I LOVE love #Daniel Plainview is my Boo!# then came Boogie Nights and then today I watched Sydney #or Hard Eight# which was VERY good.
He has his dissenters who claim he's ripping off Robert Altman and heavily influenced by Stanley Kubrick, but I don't see that. Sure, he uses some of the same techniques, which anyone can use, but it HOW he uses that makes them his own. Is he original? Perhaps not entirely, but who has honestly done something TOTALLY popping fresh? Not everything Altman or Kubrick did was completely theirs. Film is art and art comes from inspiration. Taking someone's idea and changing it to create your own is not ripping them off, unless it is a direct copy that does not match up to or surpass the original.
On a lighter note, I must have been sleeping on PTA pretty damn hard because I remember him looking a little bookish, a little like Matt Stone, but NOW he looks a whole lot scuffier and a whole lot like Daniel #MY BOO# Plainview.
Compare this:
Also, he's partners with Maya Rudolph and they have a daughter.
They're holding hands! How cute?Lately, (really, for about a week), I've been doing some sketches of faces. There aren't a lot right now, but I think this is going to be a hobby for me, so there'll be more.
This is what started it. For my Writing for RTVF class, we had to draw a sketch for the protagonist of our screenplay. I was originally trying to draw Tim Robbins (from Jacob's Ladder), but he turned into Dan Heyada, but after some cleaning, I think he now looks like Clive Owen/Harvey Keitel.
This was supposed to be a girl, but now, it looks a little like Remy LeBeau...
This is another attempt at a girl, but I'm having trouble because she looks a little tranny. It might be her lips, I dunno. Then, there's the trouble with hair...
Tuesday, my lunch buddy and me hit up Subway again and once again, they were out of that hot SWEET ONION TERIYAKI #FTW#, so we ending up ordering something else like last week. An-ty-ways, while I was at the vegetable section, this girl behind began to order and she wanted six pieces of meat for her salad. It was very strange. This girl came with such an attitude, approaching the people at the counter as if they were slow, I guess already knowing the weirdness of her request would confuse them. The girl was very rude: the meat/bread guy had the meat in his hand and she told him to "lay it flat" as if she was about to instruct him as to how she wanted her meat as a frustrated parent would instruct their child. When she saw a friend of hers come from the back, she would explain her situation to her as if the guy was incompetent. I just could not believe her attitude. Good buddy Liz would later tell me how the girl was wearing black, almost sheer leggings, revealing her white, stars/and/hearts decorated panties underneath.
Leggings do NOT substitute for pants. #ew, TACK-A-RAMA#
So, earlier today, or rather yesterday, I went to Subway for lunch, cuz y’know, it’s all about those *five! five dollar, five dollar footlooooooooongs*. Anyway, I went with my sister/sandwich buddy, Liz, to get that hot SWEET ONION CHICKEN TERIYAKI #FTW#. We got there early, the line was short and I was up to order in like two minutes flat. First, there was this group of girls in front of me, maybe about four. The first two girls order and when the girl who’s handling 
bread/meat/cheese acknowledges me, I figured the other two were just hanging out in line. But wait!, when I start to place my order, the girl in front of me barks out that she was there first. She wasn’t exactly hostile, she said this with a smile, but she wasn’t exactly friendly either. The bread/meat/cheese girl apologizes, but the girl who barked let me go ahead of her anyway. So, I restart my order, telling her I want that hot SWEET ONION CHICKEN TERIYAKI #FTW# on—she interrupts me to say that they only have one pack of chicken teriyaki, not enough for a footlong. I’m like, “How in the hell can you be out of sandwich stuff when the lunch rush is starting literally five seconds from now?” So, I had to get out of line and confer with my sandwich buddy, Liz, so’s we could pick a new sandwich to split. It really sucked cuz the chicken teriyaki is all we ever get, and the only thing worth getting, really. We end up rolling with the oven roasted chicken breast, which is really just a nice, tasty-sounding name for that nasty processed chicken that comes with the pressed on grill marks. After getting back in line, which had lengthened triple the size when I left, I ordered that. The lady ripped the bread a bit when she put the chicken things on it, too. #oh, gee whiz#
The saving grace of this Subway adventure was when I got to the veggie counter. The girl working that section, as my mother would say, was “drunk as a skunk!” Ok, maybe she wasn’t, maybe she was sleepy, but we did come off a five day weekend at WSU, so I’m guessing she had
a good holiday Thursday through Monday and is now struggling on a hung over Tuesday. She would take the sandwich out of the toaster that belonged to the person behind the customer who was supposed to be getting served first, and for some reason put theirs in front of the sandwich of the first customer, basically doing them out of order. What really made me think she was drunk was the way she put the vegetables on the sandwich, so strung and drug out. It got hard to list all the stuff I wanted when I found myself fighting laughter. Is working at Subway that bad that you gotta get wasted before you come in at 11:30 AM? What really sealed that hung over theory was her blasé pace, slurry hooded eyes, and how she wrapped the sandwich and damn near wrestled it into the bag, putting it on the counter as if to say, “I’m too shitfaced for this shit.”
Saying all of that, the sandwich was not that bad, but it was no SWEET ONION CHICKEN TERIYAKI #FTW#. Maybe the next time I go in there, which will definitely be awhile, they’ll have it in stock and everyone will be in a good enough mood where they won’t have to come in *BLIZTED*!
