Lost In Translation

Wow. That movie gets me every time. It's a melancholy film, but not a sad one. The ending is both a happy ending and a sad one. Most of all, it's comforting...to me at least. This movie is best on a sleepless night or a sad night or just night. It takes me to a place where sadness isn't gone, but it's normal. It's not a film that indulges depression or tries to make you feel awful, it just reminds you that there are sad parts of life.

What I love most about this film is the feel it has. It's submerged, underwater, almost aquatic. Different shades of blue permeate the film, making it seem like you're stuck in an aquarium. And when it's done, I feel comforted, and secure, and glad, and ready to get a night's sleep and wake up the next day with a lighter heart.

What does that for you? What do you do to comfort yourself? What reassures you? What gives you an invaluable peace of mind? Where can you relax?

FFXIII is a bit boring...

There's nothing I'd rather have to figure out on my own than be told.

I'm getting lazier.

Nintendo just took control of E3.

I don't want to be comforted. I don't want to stop.

A feeling of worthlessness isn't a good one. There's obviously nothing good about me. Watch "The Shape of Things."

I've been myself. He's not nice.

*slap!*
Grow up! Stop whining! You're regressing rather than growing into what you can be!

Wait. That's not helping.



How does one change oneself?

"The heavens expand, the stars advance, feel the boogie man." Rockin' out to Mos Def.

Do I lack quirkiness? Do I lack uniqueness? Am I too plain? Too ugly? Too odd? Too silly? Too vulgar? Too selfish? Too creepy? Too weird? Too normal?
"I burn, I pine, I perish." Every day. Every hour. Every infinitesimal moment. "I burn! I pine! I perish!"

I was reading on the Wiki that men, on average, cry once a month. That's...way too often; I doubt that very much.

I just ate an entire pizza after not eating for approximately 48 hours...My stomach feels awful.

I cannot think straight. I cannot comprehend. I hate myself. I want to live. I want to die. There's a...thundering in my head. A dissonance.

That's what I am when I know what I see.

I'm so selfish. Why can I never seem to want the same things as other people? I...I wish I was that which I am wanted to be. But I'm not, and I won't pretend to be, because I just won't. But why can't I be?

Junior year is over. Yay?

hello anonymous reader
I'm a whiner
I cannot deal, but I continue.
I am a fool.
I am ignorant.
I don't see the worst in people; I see myself.
I am not unique, although this may seem like a grab at uniqueness.
That was a bad sentence.
I am a bad person.
These next couple weeks...I don't know how I'm going to live with myself through them.
These next couple months too.
And these next couple years.
The next decade. The one after that. Am I a copycat? Do I emulate that which I wish to be? I don't know anything, and I'll do my best to not pretend to.

What is it about me that's so off-putting? What makes people decide that they don't like me? What is wrong with my head? I mean, dammit! Really!? What about me is so wrong? So messed up? So...unattractive? So odious?





What part of me is the ugly part?

Damn.