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Laural Hill ([personal profile] lauralh) wrote2004-01-05 10:38 am
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the dirty bed you make

For some reason "Heaven" by Lamb has been playing in my head since Sunday. I think a song similar to it must have been in Better Luck Tomorrow, which I watched when I woke up that day. I was a little disappointed in the movie, which is odd as I had no expectations, but the mafia thing just didn't seem believable at all. I dunno. I've been watching mostly "stupid" movies, which don't care about being at all believable, so now the serious ones are all like twice as serious.

Friday I watched Zoolander and then Saturday as well... also watched The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen which wasn't nearly as bad as everyone kept acting like. I mean, I dunno, it wasn't better than Pirates granted, but it was at least as good as say Orgazmo, while perhaps not as quotable. Of course I was so out of it yesterday that I missed 20 minutes of it. So that may influence opinions as well, as I didn't actually feel that I lost anything. Heh.

My brain feels awash in oatmeal. Actually today is better than yesterday, but I'm feeling incredibly totally completely anti-social, too. I think I could maybe deal with having coffee with a couple of people, but beyond that I want to cringe. I almost didn't want to leave my bedroom to watch Adult Swim last night. Er, but, I did. It's clear, though, that I can't force myself to be antisocial, I just have to OD on people till I can't bear the thought of them. When I try to actually have "me" time while still feeling sociable, I just get lonely.

[identity profile] perich.livejournal.com 2004-01-05 11:34 am (UTC)(link)
I'm the other way - I always, infinitely prefer to be alone until one evening I wake up with a jonezing for human company.

[identity profile] herbaliser.livejournal.com 2004-01-05 11:45 am (UTC)(link)
i used to be that way before I got friends that didn't suck.

[identity profile] perich.livejournal.com 2004-01-05 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
An infinite number of monkeys at an infinite number of typewriters couldn't make cooler friends than I have, and I have to punch out at four hours, tops - and that's if I haven't seen them in a week or so.