Awful day. I am nobody; who are you?

The internet says I’ve been interpreting Robert Frost more or less correctly all along. Not actually all that complicated. Babbling. Stopping now.

My school allocated four hours for the TAKS test today, and I spent an hour and half on it. When I got home, I allocated half an hour to making some piddly graphic for J-lism (Fannio’s word) and spent three hours on it, shoving pixels around. Perfectionism is a disease.

The extra TAKS time I spent well — reading Vonnegut and sleeping. Cat’s Cradle is incredible. I am terrible at responding to media (see all other entries that mention a book or a movie — either I’m speechless with amazement or disinterested). Still, this book! Oh, man! (See.)

So I still haven’t written my essay as to how we can use technology to protect the environment, it’s due in two days, and I’m expecting to make $2K off it. Should get to that.

Yesterday was a truly good day, and today is just lazy. But yesterday I helped with the tournament and may even have discovered a way to beat my pathological, chronic dance insecurity. I may go to prom, God willing, and not implode. It is exciting.

I read Ragtime for English, and it’s quite possibly the most cynical book I’ve ever read. There’s this great bit on page 164, which starts out as touching description of an old man’s joy in the coming of spring, but turns morbid on a dime when he falls and cracks his pelvis.

The New York Times will email you daily headlines if you so require. And for free! Terrific.

I’ve been something of a hermit lately. I’m not sure why, or how to stop.

I downloaded Kill Bill Volume 1 on the second try. It’s probably the most horrible movie I’ve ever seen, and I’m only an hour into it. It’s like a bad, kitschy anime or samurai movie, only everyone suffers in very precise, ghastly ways. Tarantino shows us that not only did the Bride stab and eventually kill Buck the orderly, she slashed his Achilles tendon, etc. Such fidelity is fascinating and incredibly grisly.

I must finish reading E.L. Doctorow’s Ragtime by tomorrow, and it’s a brilliant book. Virtues: beautiful and pithy prose, siren characters, and plenty of funny.

New plan! Going to use this space now. I pay for it, after all.

But if you are feeling sinister
Go off and see a minister
He’ll try in vain to take away the pain
Of being a hopeless unbeliever

- Belle and Sebastian, If You’re Feeling Sinister

My life is fairly languid right now. I don’t remember it ever being very different, though. Is it nuerosis that makes me worry about not doing enough with my days, or a healthy perspective? Maybe it’s premonition.

Reading Kurt Vonnegut because Bilal told me to. I’m definitely liking Cat’s Cradle so far. Actually, I was just watching Pearl Harbor today. The movie is very predictable and not great, but it does do a very good job of portraying America as the victim. Naturally.

Most exciting of all: I got a haircut. Less Anush, but what’s left is fluffier and undubitably more trendy.

I am unproductive. Hey, it’s a new month! How exciting is that!