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Mothafuckin' Kenny Rogers, Motherfucker!

"Don't look at me in that tone of voice." - Wynonna Judd

Uh... what?

Also, I really wish this wasn't happening, but look at the cast list. Let it be known that I fucking loathe Tom Hanks, but Audrey Tautou? She's the cutest thing since labrador puppies! Paul Bettany? Walking sex! Ian McKellen? My dream Grandpa! Alfred Molina? Cigarettes! Coffee! Law! Order!

I'm going, but I'm not happy about it.

So I'm having a weird day. The weather was lovely, and I went to all my classes... and on the way back from St. Paul teh flatmate and I were almost run off the road thrice. There were two people who apparently felt they needed to slowly slide into my lane, and then one guy who just wanted to violently bash into the passenger side. Luckily, none of them succeeded in smashing me into tiny bits. I haff reflex of tiger.

Anyway, when I was leaving my last class my brain began to wax philosophical. I was going down the escalator and suddenly became really awed by human invention. For real, who comes up with this shit? Living in the city terrifies me sometimes, because I have enough trouble squaring with the brilliance of nature, let alone with humans manipulating nature into highly intricate structures and things. I don't get it. I don't understand substance. Cells tying to consciousness and actually being a solid even though cells have space and electrons are always flying through things, and in and out of the cell nuclei that actually makes me... I have a problem wrapping my brain around it sometimes. Most of the time I accept that I can't know everything, won't know because I don't care enough to research, plus I seriously doubt anyone really understands it anyway, and so I am more than happy to just ignore it. I promise I'll get back to that point soon... but not yet.

I also often find myself loking at the faces of people who pass me, or who are around me at stoplights and wonder where they're going. Who they are. What they're thinking. I really like people. They're incredibly interesting, and there are far too many that I will never meet. I haven't even been to the other hemisphere yet. Ugh.


ETA: SPACE! How?! When do the atoms of earth stop and it decides to be nothing? How is there nothing? The nothing must be made of something. There must be nothing atoms. How else does it maintain it's volume? Does it even have volume? Stars? They're huge! But they're not enough somethin' to fill the nothing. And the nothing grows? The universe is constantly growing, but it's mostly space but the space is nothing so... what?
ETA2: No, I am not high.

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Mar. 29th, 2006 05:31 am (UTC)
You are awesome. I just thought that i would let you know this.
Mar. 29th, 2006 05:39 am (UTC)
So are youuu! I miss you! Come back to el jay!
Mar. 29th, 2006 05:59 am (UTC)
PAUL! A KNIGHT'S TALE! I love him more than I can say.

Ian McKellan is made of awesome. LMAO I remember this one episode of SNL when Jimmy Fallon was still on the show and it was during weekend update and "Maggie Smith" was coming to talk about a movie she did, and guess who comes out? IAN DRESSED AS MAGGIE SMITH! I think I died laughing, and the best part? Ian kissing Jimmy RIGHT on the mouth. Thats still one of my favorite episodes. lol
Mar. 29th, 2006 06:00 am (UTC)

Mar. 29th, 2006 09:17 am (UTC)
Where is the universe? What is it in? If the universe has a specific size, and scientists seem to think so since they say that it is growing, what is beyond the edges of the universe? Why hasn't anyone named it? Ponder that for a while. That question used to keep me up at night when I was a kid, and I think the reason I gave up on you know, being an astro-physicist or some such thing was because I couldn't handle thinking about it anymore. For a brief while I pondered the thought that the universe was all contained in some little jar on God's bookcase. Hey, you have no proof that it's not.
Mar. 29th, 2006 05:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Universe
It's true! No proof! No documented fact, because no one has been to the edge of the universe. Douglas Adams may very well be the authority on all of this.

I don't understand the nature of being. I sometimes don't think my thoughts are in any way connected to this body, and I'm pretty sure that consciousness can't be killed. When I say that, I mean that yes... I need my brain to make these thoughts but it's just a thing. It's just cells. The cells have function, and my thoughts are not mechanical enough to just be function. Niether are emotions and ... ok, what?!

P.S. When are we going to the rec?
Mar. 29th, 2006 05:11 pm (UTC)
ETA2: No, I am not high.

LMAO!!! I get in moods like that, too. They're fun, but sometimes a pain in the ass. So many questions, so few answers.
Mar. 29th, 2006 05:16 pm (UTC)
I just wanna say that you have the best Jake Gyllenhal icons ever.

Also... EXACTLY. Thank God! I am so glad I'm not the only one. I tried talking to my flatmate about it, and she just looked at me like I was teh crazeh because I tried telling her that there is space between her molecules and therefore she is not technically a solid.

Luckily, on wonderful, warm, sunny days like this I simply stop giving a shit and just want to go play frisbee. XD
Mar. 30th, 2006 04:49 am (UTC)
I really wish this wasn't happening,

You knew it would be done. That book sold too many copies and struck up too much controversy not to be sold out.
Mar. 30th, 2006 04:53 am (UTC)
I don't care. It sucks, and I think Dan Brown needs to be labotomized for the good of humanity. End of story.
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