artsy
fartsy
February
21, 2000
You know, I should have paid attention when Christina Aguilera and her friends were giving dating advice via extrapolation of Beastie Boys videos. Woe is the one that does not heed the word of Christina Aguilera.
I'm being really bad today, skipping science. Hey, I could get lucky and class will be canceled anyway. If anyone asks, I'm blaming it on Keanu Reeves. We had to watch A Walk in the Clouds this morning in Spanish. What was even weirder was the fact that Keanu has been poppin up all over the place lately. First in Point Break two weeks ago [try as I might, I can't totally hate that movie. It was my first hard core intro into some sublayer of Southern California culture.] then in an ICQ conversation last night with Dave where I couldn't remember Keanu's character from The Matrix. "Nero...Nemo? Whatever the hell his name is." Another contributing factor is that I don't have to work today thanks to yet another doctor's appointment, this one to try out a new shrink. I'm not all happy with the therapy idea in general but I'll give it a shot.
I'm
starting to feel like my artsy fourteen year old self again; ok, so it's
mainly from watching Twin Peaks on Bravo. I don't think I realized the
depth of weirdness the show contained when I first watched it. Guess I
was blided by Kyle McLaughlin's cuteness. Now I watch and he's still cute
but I get smacked in the head with just how screwy Cooper is. The whole
show has the feel of a Rogers and Hammerstein musical "Dream Sequence"
gone horribly wrong. What else can you say about a show that centers around
the Black Lodge, drug running, Leland Plamer, a woman that carries around
a log, a dead girl, black coffee and pie? Add in a one armed man not part
of the cast of The Fugitive and a butt load of trees and you've got Twin
Peaks. I wonder if I keep watching, can I make it through the Black Lodge
arc this time without being so scarred that I have to stop watching?
