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ishyfaceDay 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television programme
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Favourite television programme: Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
It has monsters, librarians, obnoxious dialogue, conspiracies (government and otherwise), girls who kill things, lesbians, terrible accents, nineties fashion, broody vampires, and the goddamn apocalypse. It is like a beautiful present from Joss Whedon to my heart.
Favourite book: The same answer since 2004 when![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bluelashoo leant it to me, the perks of being a wallflower.
And all the books you've read have been read by other people. And all the songs you've loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that's pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing "unity."
It's like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you're happy, too.
After I read it I gave it to my English teacher, who said reminded her of The Catcher in the Rye and gave me 1984 in return. Later she gave me Ishmael in exchange for Good Omens. We had a very interesting rapport that mostly consisted of book-swapping and making fun of each other. I missed her a lot when she left, especially since the teacher I had the next year (who taught The Catcher in the Rye, coincidentally) was dumb as a post and liked to put on movies in class so he wouldn't have to teach us anything. Also, his soulpatch was off-centre, which was very bothersome to me. He was the person who introduced me to I ♥ Huckabees, though, so he wasn't all bad.
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
Anyway.
So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
I used to think that once I was out of high school I would stop loving this book so much because it's such a high school kind of thing: overly-emotional outcast finds friends, smokes pot, falls in love, has mental breakdown, comes to life-changing realizations about everything, is infinite. I figured that maybe once I hit university I'd start caring about Good Books instead, the ones that are all about bearded alcoholics trying to decide whether or not they should have affairs while brooding over the failure of their lives/careers/marriages/whatever. (After being in university for several years and reading many of these books, I have come to the conclusion that if the Bearded Man Genre is what good literature is all about, I do not give a shit about good literature.) But perks is still more relevant to my life than any other book I've ever read, and that includes every Bearded Man Book I've encountered thus far. It's got the kinds of people in it that I know and have liked or disliked or been or hated or all of the above at once, and it's got things in it that I've thought or wondered about, and it comes with its own soundtrack, which I own and listen to. And every time I read it I end up crying at least once. The last time this happened it was while I was walking along a busy road in broad daylight, which was mildly embarrassing. But whatever, that shit's emotional, man.
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
Liking perks and overindentifying with Charlie is probably the emoest of emo cliches. I am okay with that, because I am a walking collection of emo cliches.
We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.
And I do feel infinite.
Favourite quote: This is difficult because I have a lot of favourite quotes. Three of them:
"The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we're uncool."
- Almost Famous
"It seems fair to say that there are moments in life to look pensive, and there are moments in life when you grab the total stranger next to you, blurt out, 'Holy crap, they haven't played this since 2002!' and hug awkwardly."
- Everybody Hurts: An Essential Guide To Emo Culture, by Leslie Simon and Trevor Kelley
"I," she told him, "can believe anything. You have no idea what I can believe."
"Really?"
"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Munroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen- I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that anti-bacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it is aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it." She stopped, out of breath.
Shadow almost took his hands off the wheel to applaud. Instead he said, "Okay. So if I tell you what I've learned you won't think that I'm a nut."
"Maybe," she said. "Try me."
- American Gods, by Neil Gaiman
But my favourite quote of the moment:
"Jesus Christ had limp wrists. Nails do that to you."
- Cleve Jones
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television programme
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote
Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Favourite television programme: Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
It has monsters, librarians, obnoxious dialogue, conspiracies (government and otherwise), girls who kill things, lesbians, terrible accents, nineties fashion, broody vampires, and the goddamn apocalypse. It is like a beautiful present from Joss Whedon to my heart.
Favourite book: The same answer since 2004 when
bluelashoo leant it to me, the perks of being a wallflower.And all the books you've read have been read by other people. And all the songs you've loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that's pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing "unity."
It's like when you are excited about a girl and you see a couple holding hands, and you feel so happy for them. And other times you see the same couple, and they make you so mad. And all you want is to always feel happy for them because you know that if you do, then it means you're happy, too.
After I read it I gave it to my English teacher, who said reminded her of The Catcher in the Rye and gave me 1984 in return. Later she gave me Ishmael in exchange for Good Omens. We had a very interesting rapport that mostly consisted of book-swapping and making fun of each other. I missed her a lot when she left, especially since the teacher I had the next year (who taught The Catcher in the Rye, coincidentally) was dumb as a post and liked to put on movies in class so he wouldn't have to teach us anything. Also, his soulpatch was off-centre, which was very bothersome to me. He was the person who introduced me to I ♥ Huckabees, though, so he wasn't all bad.
I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.
Anyway.
So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
I used to think that once I was out of high school I would stop loving this book so much because it's such a high school kind of thing: overly-emotional outcast finds friends, smokes pot, falls in love, has mental breakdown, comes to life-changing realizations about everything, is infinite. I figured that maybe once I hit university I'd start caring about Good Books instead, the ones that are all about bearded alcoholics trying to decide whether or not they should have affairs while brooding over the failure of their lives/careers/marriages/whatever. (After being in university for several years and reading many of these books, I have come to the conclusion that if the Bearded Man Genre is what good literature is all about, I do not give a shit about good literature.) But perks is still more relevant to my life than any other book I've ever read, and that includes every Bearded Man Book I've encountered thus far. It's got the kinds of people in it that I know and have liked or disliked or been or hated or all of the above at once, and it's got things in it that I've thought or wondered about, and it comes with its own soundtrack, which I own and listen to. And every time I read it I end up crying at least once. The last time this happened it was while I was walking along a busy road in broad daylight, which was mildly embarrassing. But whatever, that shit's emotional, man.
"We accept the love we think we deserve."
Liking perks and overindentifying with Charlie is probably the emoest of emo cliches. I am okay with that, because I am a walking collection of emo cliches.
We didn't talk about anything heavy or light. We were just there together. And that was enough.
And I do feel infinite.
Favourite quote: This is difficult because I have a lot of favourite quotes. Three of them:
"The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what we share with someone else when we're uncool."
- Almost Famous
"It seems fair to say that there are moments in life to look pensive, and there are moments in life when you grab the total stranger next to you, blurt out, 'Holy crap, they haven't played this since 2002!' and hug awkwardly."
- Everybody Hurts: An Essential Guide To Emo Culture, by Leslie Simon and Trevor Kelley
"I," she told him, "can believe anything. You have no idea what I can believe."
"Really?"
"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Munroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen- I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that anti-bacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it is aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it." She stopped, out of breath.
Shadow almost took his hands off the wheel to applaud. Instead he said, "Okay. So if I tell you what I've learned you won't think that I'm a nut."
"Maybe," she said. "Try me."
- American Gods, by Neil Gaiman
But my favourite quote of the moment:
"Jesus Christ had limp wrists. Nails do that to you."
- Cleve Jones