December 9th, 2003
|08:38 pm - I coulda been a contender.|
1. Coming down with a head cold is not fun.
2. Being forced to relive painful memories is never a good thing.
Actually, the memories in question are not painful. But they will not be discussed. Ever. Except with the one person who brought the subject up, and I swear: if you so much as breathe a single syllable of what we eventually discuss, I will turn you (or parts of you, anyway) into haggis.
So what is this sordid and unspeakable subject? It's the fact that I could, a few years ago, have been a minor celebrity. If I'd given up all my moral scruples in mid-2000, I might have managed Hollywood success along the lines of post-public indecency Paul Rubens. Hell, I did manage to make about $1,500 in two-cent increments over the course of four days. Legally, and without anybody taking their clothes off, I might add. If that's not proof that somebody wanted to buy that crap, I don't know what is.
But I'm a different person than I was in 2000, and I'd rather not think about the whole business anymore.
Besides, that song was awful.
Current Mood: Not actually nostalgic
Current Music: Not that song.
Want to see Bubba Ho-Tep AGAIN Wednesday night with Liz and myself? We're planning on hitting the 9pm movie. And we wouldn't mind a fine cinematic conisuer coming along and commenting on current climatic cinematography.
What, you think I'm made of money? I... will think about it.
Oh... nevermind... we're NOT going as of now, despite that we really want to. There's just a thing called homework that we didn't do as much as we had hoped. Looks like we'll have to rent the movie instead of seeing it in a theater. Yay saving Colin money!
If you don't rent it first, I'll let y'all know when I purchase a copy. I've a feeling that it's the sort of thing people will want to get together for.
We'll rent it alright. Might be worth a buy, too. How can anyone not want to see Bruce Campbell as Elvis? Honestly.
|Date:||December 9th, 2003 09:36 pm (UTC)|| |
wow, i have 2 jobs.
And I did tell you to rock on, didn't I? Rock on.
Then I never would have met you, and that would be sad. I'm going to return to beating my head against Nick's computer in hopes that it will be able to take my ideas directly from the blood on the moniter and turn them into wonderful, flowing prose about hybrid cars.
Like my computer needs MORE blood on it. Besides, that doesn't work too well. I should know. I'm a creative writing major. Somehow. What works better is beating you head against the keyboard. That's how I got my last story together.
At some point here I missed what was going on.
Did you miss that Liz is using my computer? Or is there another question that Captain Oblivious missed?
I missed why Liz would never have met me. Unless, of course, she's saying that we never would have met if I'd accepted fame and fortune as a result of those stupid songs.
I think that's what she's saying. Well, pretty sure, anyway.
Gotcha. Er, gotchLiz. No, that doesn't work, either.