Boredom and Insomnia

I want to have an 'arty' day again. God, I'm so bored; I should probably stop blogging for today.
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Dreamaarya

I guess a day at the cinemas without certain people being there does this to you. And more so if it's Tim Burton's macabre, horrifyingly putridly gorgeous Wonderland; or Underland as he calls it. (I could digress into why Underland sounds so wrong and harp on for about a 1000 pages with a lot of Lacan thrown in for BAD measure, so I'm going to put a sock in that piehole for this trip).

The Madhatter had his party, I had a party in my mind about the coolness of Jabberwocky in the middle of Wonderland; and the mention of Charles Kingsley within a Carroll storyline which drove me into a frenzy. Of course, Droa was forced to listen to my rant about how super awesome that was, like the rest of you here tonight. Ok, I'm rambling on, I'll get to the point.

So, anyhoo, I need to blog today so that I don't forget the coolest dream that I have ever had. I mean, serious-son-ly, the coolest, dopest, swizzest shit on this side of the equator came to me in the form of a dream. The BFG's visit was worth all the walking this time.

I come home and fall asleep to dream of this:

I was in a world in the future; With palpable air which still felt clean, voices murmuring all around, and an air of serenity despite all the noise in the air. It felt like some sort of Shangri-La of the future. My home in this land was a mattress on top of the roof of a purple high-rise in the middle of a city which to my view looked something like the bastard child of Manhattan, Kuala Lumpur and Mumbai. I slept on a mattress on the roof, which by itself looked like a flat white shade structure which jutted out on the top of the building.

What stands out for me on this alternate globe was the lifestyle I lead. From what it appeared, I would smoke some herb, write, and eat KFC all day long ( don't ask where the chicken came from, it was just always there), humour me. My entertainment was the city which had a constantly temperate temperature, and my friends would come visit me all the time. WHAT A FUCKING PERFECT LIFE!

And suddenly the time-gong goes off. Something's gone wrong in my Shangri-la and I must be the one to resolve this debacle. This starts the journey of walking through mazes (The Crystal Maze!!!!), through the annals of pyramids, meeting princes (who strangely reminded Dreamaarya of some people she knows already), and some best friends in pink tutus and hauling bags of loot. I wish this could've just gone on forever. Not to mention, Dreamaarya somehow knew how much Realaarya hates Math, and the whole mathematical angle of Carroll's Wonderland was very very conveniently forgotten about. Poifection, I say! Off with their heads!

But what stands out the most for me out of this whole dream was the end. I came back from all the gore and fabulosity to simply float off into the ether and become a star. This is the stuff MY legends are made of, and if I could just be a star even in ONLY a dream, I now know I will die happy.

Dream Perfection, Achieved.

Droa and the Muffin

It began a long time ago, this classical story of star-crossed souls; one with a heart the depth of the Taj Mahal, and the other the cynicism of the poor tortured architect afterwards. We go way back, transcending boundaries, gender; and Plato alone knows what he would think of this level of parasitic symbiosis that does the rounds back and forth between us everyday.

Droa Mussain is the epitome of drama, luxury and crankiness. She can make a song go on for hours and days if she so wished while I, on the other hand don't mind not changing out of my PJs for a week and the last time I listened to a song from beginning to end was probably when my parents were listening to something on the radio. It's a mixture of oil and water that blends together so perfectly to form the world's yummiest vinaigrette.

It's a shame we're both straight.

Gyllenhaalic

Movie Week Factfile:

Yesterday: Donnie Darko
The day before that: Brokeback Mt.
The day before that: Brothers
Interspersed with random videos off of Youtube.
See this following a pattern? It's getting a little insane in here. Jarhead tonight, maybe.

Shoa: wow i can feel lafferty's jealousy radiating all the way from LA

Point taken.

I got books that I've never, ever read

I started this year off with a string of resolutions. Yes, you're right, those irresolute structures which are meant to be followed and generally enrich you as a person. Whatever. Not like I've managed to hang on to any of these resolutions through the years; but I was hoping this year would be different.

The first thing anyone notices when they walk into my bright purple room are the bookshelves. Admittedly, when they were first assembled, they actually looked like they were made for a single purpose, to hold books. Nowadays, don't be surprised if you see a random elf poking his nose out of a corner of said bookshelf, or even a bunch of shoelaces prodding their way through this infinite abyss. In simpler terms, it IS, INDEED, a mess. And a big fat one at that.

It's Shameful. I need to clear, read and move on; instead of buying and hoarding.
Know what I mean?I bet you do.