Tabula Rasa: Perfection of Apathy

Bills are a beastly thing.

Small paychecks are even beastlier.

Heh. This most definetly calls for the use of one of my many overused catchphrases:

............I hate my life.

At least I'm now well stocked when it comes to caffinee. Vast amounts of my Beloved Coke, and even a bit of Mountain Dew have been stashed away for what is most certainly going to be a very long night online.

How utterly glorious.

Warning: Forks were not designed for use with cannibals

It's 4:37 a.m.

And I just woke up.

The Dreaded REM finally claimed me after hours of feeling like my head was being beaten by two sledgehammers and an axe.

Gotta love migranes.

So here I am now, utterly at a loss for what one does this early in the morning. Aside from frantically surfing the Internet of course. Heheheheheeh. Not that it really matters. Soon enough I must go forth unto the grindstone to earn my existence in the the eyes of a blind world.

In better news though, I got to see Underworld Evolution today. (Yes, I've been quite the fanatical movegoer these last few days, I admit.) What a glorious movie. GLORIOUS. Just as good as the first, in a completely different way.

And boy, did that earn it's "R" rating. Heh.

Dark, and perfectly violent, in just about every way. I must confess, I may be a little bit biased as I love vampire movies in general, but still. Seeing a guy's head get almost casually lopped off is a thing to be admired.

I may have to go see it again, if my wallet ever forgives me.

Darkness is a Siren's song.....leading me to my doom.

I was very productive today.

Utterly so.

Like a true voluntary insomnatic internet addict, I managed to sleep the better part of the day away whilst barely getting past my email.

Heh. Remedied, this must be.

As a mental barratement of sorts, I have decided that I shalt park myself in front of tthis computer for the next twelve hours or so. Just so that I can re-convince myself that I haven't been taken over by some sort of energy sucking alien, Hell bent on ensuring my Internet deprivation.

Not to mention, if I sleep for another nanosecond, I'm going to rip my own head off.

So anyway......

Aforementioned in a previous post, I went to see Memoirs of a Geisha the other day. A glorious movie that matched the glory of the book. A rare thing indeed. Usually the outcome is "The book was much better" or "The movie was so much better than the book". Such an equilibrium of glory is truly a sight to behold. Mine darkened eyes were unused to such a thing.

To put it plainly:

See. This. Movie.

Heh.

Score one for morbid dreams

I seem to be suffering from excessive lethargy lately. Either that, or I've come down with some sort of terminal illness that's sure to send the into nothingness or inferno sooner than I had intended.

Why?

Because for the last two days straight.....

I've been asleep by 7:30 p.m.

For someone like me, who finds sleep a near blasphemy to their existence, this surely is a thing of horror. Especially when this is coupled with an even worse thing:

Lack of desire to be online.

LACK OF DESIRE TO BE ONLINE!!?!?!??

Hell below, I hope I either sucumb to this theoretical illness, or manage to find some mental jumper cables.

See?

Nightmares do come true.

Kill the world.....after all, it started it.

I hate my life.

Perhaps it isn't the most torturous existences on the face of this planet, but I hate it.

.......At least I have my Beloved Internet. On the upside though:

Being pissed off does wonders for one's creative abilities.

Oh and,

I'm also going to see Memoirs of a Geshia tomrrow.

Cool Aisian beans.

Very cool indeed.

Apathy is not a mood, it's an art form.

Another incredible day of wasted youth and long forgotten potential.

Ah well.

I caved yesterday and bought a few DVDs that I most definetly can't afford. It's all the Id's fault. Persistance and aggravation is it's specialty. Now I've an empty wallet and a gas tank that's going to have to last for four more days to be filled again.

I suppose I should be dissapointed in myself. Lack of responsiblity and whatnot.

But I'm not.

A moment of apathetic celebration is in order (try not to logic that one out too much...just go with it...heh), after hours of trying to hunt down Nightwish videos, I've finally suceeded in my task, and have managed to procure quite the vast hoarde.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ahem. Erm....

Downloading is wrong.

Yes.

Very wrong.......

Save your hate for the stoned smurfs.

Today I blog merely for the sake of blogging, and to proclaim the glory of.....

Sheep-B-Gone.

Don't ask. I don't know either. Heh.

Existence is Futile

I now have two blogs.

Well, three if you count the pathetic one I started three years ago and only posted once in.

But I'm not.

The purpose is a simple one, to keep those whom I actually know in real life appeased. It must look odd that I "don't have a blog" when I'm online so much. (Liar liar, Death in Flames on fire....heh.....)

And so the web is weaved, whilst this arachnophobic black widow basks in the knowledge of where her real blog is.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA.....

Ahem.

I'd provide more pointless details about my day, but you see, I've a pizza in the oven.

And it calls to me.