Too Much Perfection Is A Mistake

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO GOOD

The ending was just completely brilliant. So sad, so moving, so perfect. I am blown away. What a wonderful book. I can’t believe I never read it before. AHHHHH

Woke up super early (7 o’clock…shut up, it’s early for me) after a restless night of sleep. Went to a middle school to observe some teachers for one of my college courses. I got 5 hours of observation in, some of which was spent just writing. I need another 15 in the next 7 weeks. One of the teachers was terrible. The other was awesome. Then I decided to walk around downtown of the city I observed in (Laconia). Got some great coffee from a local coffee place, visited a friend who runs a computer repair shop, then went to Goodwill. They were having a sale on books. I spent 10.50 on books, and I got the following:

World’s End by Upton Sinclair

Dear Husband by Joyce Carol Oates

Fishboy by Mark Richard

Freakonomics by Steven Levitt & Stephen Dubner

Dad, Dames, Demons & a Dwarf by Mancow Muller

The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx & Friedrich Engels

Breakfast on Pluto by Patrick McCabe

The Wanting Seed by Anthony Burgess

I’m especially excited for that last one. Anthony Burgess is pretty much a genius, and it will fill my want of a dystopian novel after I finish Brave New World. And I mean…come on, it’s written by Anthony Burgess.

When I got home, I had received a package from a friend with some awesome stuff in it, a videogame (Morrowind), Modest Mouse’s newest EP, and a couple VHS, Night Breed and Hellraiser. Pretty pumped for those. Now I’m going to try to finish Brave New World before my class at six, while simultaneously browsing the internet.

Just as a precursor to the dream, I quickly converted it from an AIM conversation to this post, so the grammar kinda sucks. But whatever. Also, it starts off slow but it gets a whole lot better.

I walked into a gas station, and it was being robbed. But the robbers just let me buy a drink and leave. And then I met up with some guy, and we walked around a big city, down to some condos by a river.

We found two bikes by the river, in front of a condo, and we were looking at them for a while. Then we heard a boat pull up to a dock and people got out. And we realized the people were really important politicians! So we ran away, and the other guy accidentally knocked over the bikes, but we kept on running.

Then we found a dirt mound with a little tree growing out of it, with three tiny sticks, protruding from the dirt. And each one had a little sign, with the name of a Japanese director on each of them.

The first one was labeled Shinya Tsukamoto, the guy who directed Tetsuo, Bullet Ballet, and A Snake of June. So we pull that stick out. And there’s a tiny dead grasshopper impaled on it. And we set that to the side. The second one was labeled Sogo Ishii, he directed Burst City. We pulled that one out, and it was a slightly larger grasshopper, maybe an inch-and-a-half long.

Then the last one was labeled Takashi Miike. He directed Ichi the Killer, Full Metal Yakuza, and a ton of other movies. We pull that stick out, and it’s a gigantic grasshopper carcass. Like, 4 or 5 inches long. And it suddenly split in half, and tiny spiders started pouring out of it. And then four very very small sea turtles crawled out of it, and started moving in a circle, together.

The spiders devoured the grasshopper carcass, and then slowly ate the tiny turtles. I felt sad for them. And that’s how the dream ended.

I feel like this means something, but what? Help me?

I may not celebrate birthdays, but this man deserves it. There have been literally weeks where Andrew Jackson Jihad is the only thing I listened to. Every time they release an album, or a split, or an EP, it’s constantly in my ears for days and days.