"Outside's a paper shroud and all the rest's illusion..."
--Exquisite Corpse, Hedwig And The Angry Inch
I finally saw Hedwig And The Angry Inch today. So you can all rest easy in the fact that I'm now allowed to watch it with you. It was pretty good, just not as good as the three movies that I kept comparing it to in my head - The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Pink Floyd's The Wall, and Velvet Goldmine. Not as campy as the first (though I'd rather see Hedwig right now because of sheer repetitiveness), music not as good as the second two, and made me want to listen to glam rock and have sex with boys less than the last. Not that I ever wanted to listen to glam rock. I mean, have sex with boys. Sorry.
Something that the movie made me decide to bring up - I am bored with Justin. Bored bored bored bored bored. I am bored with the things he likes, I am bored with the way he dresses, and I am bored with his look in general. In order, shall we?
You've prolly read me go on about how bored I am thingwise. I have all the time in the world now to surf the net and roleplay online and play videogames and watch movies and things... but I don't really feel like it. Not by myself, anyway, and I think that's a big problem right now. Unlike AU, there aren't people hanging around 24/7, no one I can just sort of tell to come over in five minutes to watch stuff or do something. Akane, I realize that's the part where you get indignant, but keep in mind the fact that you don't like Rat Race and I adore it. The things we watch have to be planned meticulously so that we both like them. So my point stands. I'm bored with all these things... but I don't know what to do about them. It's not like I can say, "There are all these other things that I've always wanted to do and now's the time," because there aren't. There just really aren't any sort of neat activities that I want to get myself into. Well, maybe a few, but they mostly involve my wanting to have sex with random people who wouldn't do that with me. Because the ones you can't have are so much more interesting.
Next stop, clothing. For those of you who don't know me in real life, a brief bit of history. My sophomore year of high school, I had a major bout with depression. Before the depression, Justin weighed 180lbs. During the depression, Justin weighed 120lbs. After the depression, Justin weighed 155lbs. Now Justin is somewhere between 145lbs and 150lbs. The end result? My wardrobe is shot to hell. I basically have like, five pairs of jeans that fit me, and maybe six to seven t-shirts that fit really well, plus assorted overshirts. And that's a generous estimate. None of my blue jeans fit. Most of my black ones don't. None of my fancier or dressier pants fit either. Even the few pairs that I mention as fitting aren't so great - I can pull most of them off without undoing them. My extensive t-shirt collection has been likewise decimated, as all of my t-shirts are sized XL when I apparently need between L and M. My precious safety orange Quicksilver t-shirt is in fact an XXL.
Now, I'm sure that a few of you freaked at the mention of Justin owning a safety orange anything. You need to keep in mind that this is the same person who basically wore his smiley face pajamas all around campus during the last week of school. But in general, Justin did not always have a monochrome dress code. Freshman year, even into sophomore year until the depression hit, Justin basically wore blue and tan six days a week, with black on Fridays for game. And then, as mentioned in the previous paragraph, wardrobe annihilation occurred. And I looked good back then. I liked the way I looked. Now I'm just sort of sick of looking at myself. I don't know. Like I said, bored with the whole visual image, I guess. Definitely in need of some serious tweaking.
And my hair. God I hate my hair. The reason I put so much gel in it is that you really can't do much else with it asides from let it be all poofy. And I hate it when my hair is poofy. What I want is hair that I can spike. I've tried putting shit in my hair to do that, and it just eats it up. Just doesn't work. My hair can be spiked - it can be done, and there are pictures to prove it. But apparently it takes about 45 minutes of work with professional level tools to achieve that goal, which is so not worth it for a few hours of outing. To summarize, with the help of South Park Studio:
And then there was a riot.
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