Choking on Nails

My mom and I had it all out again. Fucking faggotry. Can't stand that garbage hair-band stunt bs she pulls all the time. Not that it matters or anything, but I don't think she's capable of a normal relationship anymore. People wonder why i'm so crazy...

Lol.

So... not doing much, i guess. Same music, aswell as the same old loneliness that never yet hurt..
Home hasn't changed either, though my sister's moved out awhile ago. My mother's on the fritz again, someone needs to eventually really get through to her one day. I'll avoid aslong as I can.
Movies have taken a hell of a turn, haven't they? They all resemble those evil-dabbling cult films of the mid-ninties. The Crow comes to mind, for one; aswell as Darkcity and all of those others.
New Jason sequel... Or prequel... Wow.
You know what? I'll bet it sucks. I bet it blows so hard everyone will hate it as much as I do; And i'll laugh at them as much as my friends do.
Those Grindhouse films were actually kinda cool, i suppose. They weren't just plot-less gore-fests like everything else on the market now.
Eh. Twilight film was good... Didn't really pay attention at all. Soundtrack was good, too. Hell, better; although... Kinda fuckin' mindless; truth be told. I guess i've just heard the songs too much. None of them are really that fucking original; they're all derivative of a bunch of old Celtic classics from about 250 years ago. Trust me, I would know.
They all came about in a period of time when the Middle East was highly influential musically in the European musical world. It is painfully obvious; although not regretted. Still, in the end; the world simply does not have enough non-derivative music in the world today. While, i don't know the original composers of the tracks, I recognize them all, sans the last; I'm assuming it's an original, or mostly so; by Trent Reznor.
That's my take anyways... Take it or leave it.
I won't care.
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On a health related note, aside from being a malabsorption syndromic person; i have the other one... That stupid yeast-infection thing... The C one. From what i'm presently recalling, I've been diagnosed as such before. I started on Aloe Vera today... I think it should clear it up soon. I have this HUGE jug of that shit. Lol.
Lataz.

I've been feeling less and less stable after i got home.
Is it me? I dunno. Haven't really thought too much on the topic, to be honest; and I don't care.
It could just be my agtime. Maybe i just took too many pictures last season...
I feel like i wouldn't really miss anything with choosing that i would rather become a videogame developer rather than a tester. I think that would just piss me off.
Jesus, i had planned on venting today... Whatever. I don't really care.
So 4 months sober...
Ow.

So... Fresh out'a jail and hearin' hoochies screamin'.


I've been thinking about Shakesphere alot. The classics, Hamlet; Romeo and Juliet; It's soemthing i know really well; probably the best of everything i've read, and only simply due to the fact that i've read them so many times.
In the cusp of things, they really are the same story just rewritten over and over again; but in reality, something entirely different in each and every writing. I don't mean to repeat the same things over again; but something's really been puzzling me. I keep wondering why Romeo stayed in town, knowing that he would have been killed either way; leaving or otherwise. Couldn't he have just left? All negative comments excluded, I think i've reached a reasonable conclusion;
He didn't want to leave, he was staying to save face. Situational prelevency aside, he seemed to want to keep his family, not only in check; what i've concluded to be the alterior reasoning; to rather, better the town by staying and proving that the nominal feuding was pointless. Rather, though, than do so in a political connotature, he prefered to do so in a more nominal meaningful way; and, in essense, be martyred by not only his family and country, but the fledgling French economy. He allowed all subdued and subnominate factors to simply... Take effect. He, rather than decided to be swept away with the current of change, turned against the change it-so well; and killed himself with the town doing the murdering.

In the end; the only one you feel sorry for is Juliet.
All good faith aside, she was the single person responsible for her own actions to an adult extent. The single, nominal party of the entire story was Juliet; and they not only killed her, but without remorse and with clear enthusiasm.

Though, on closer thought; being that she was the most beautiful woman in France in that day; it's kind-of no wonder why it happened as it were.
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So anyway, I went and saw Twilight (finally). I'd previously attempted to read New Moon, the third book in the series, but eh.
Honestly, i'd thought the movie was great. Not saying the book was bad at all; just the third in the series... Was so busy thinking, though; i couldn't keep up at all. Not just Romeo and Juliet either, alot more. Like why the hell i'm still in Texas afterall...
I kept thinking about my reasoning behind giving up converting to Islam, like my mother (and father) want and just decided to be pagan in the end. I suppose that it will sort itself out and I did make the right decision in the end. I guess i'm just questioning it.
Then again... Maybe i'm wrong.

Anyway.

There is actually alot going on with my username: athousandtimes.
It's got a sort of lower-than-thou connotation; asthough i'm some sort of lower-caste denizen or otherwise undesirable. This isn't the truth.
It actually is a reference to the way I live my life. Not the bohemian part, i can assure you.
More along the lines of the fact that I have a real, undeniably long fuse; and my patience lasts alot longer;
But even moreso, my underlying identity with my real person. It relates back to the fact that I am more of an intellectual than anyone i've ever met. I stick to the thralls and underworkings of ideology, the litteral bicusbids of the salvation of mankind; the tru ebb and flow of general existance in and as a whole, working system.
Also, it relates back to my personal ideations of reality; the fact that i can usually trigger a memory, or bring hope a person who is, wholly and completely lost. The ideas that I can wait until the end of any possible deadline and still get together a decent, and an even good paper.
And the tunnel-vision all of this causes.

Made a new yahoo radiostation;
somuchgate
Same as email. It's new, so no criticisms yet, plz. Mostly electro/dance and Garage/indie avant-garde.
Some goth, syth, indo-industrial. Hard to dig up ebm's on Yahoo.
If you like the Propellerheads or anything remotely like them...
Feel free to check it out.

Houston is worse than a pain in the ass; it's somewhere near GWAR and rectal prolapse. I'll bet this is why the Indians ran away from here. This shit makes the Russian mob look like Santa fuckin' Clause. Whatever.

My right knee is getting better; The pain is slowly subsiding; i can feel the broken parts slowly shifting into place. It's becoming stronger by the day.
Oh, when I was a child, about six... I fell out of a tree. The fall and consequential spin on it snapped the upper portion of the right shin, being that i landed on it in a standing position.
It's actually much worse than it sounds. It basically demolished the upper-portion of my lower right leg. The center point of the joint, it's basically kinda ruined; and the top end of the bone is completely broken out from about 1/5th over. I can walk, but only because it's been about 15 years since the actual injury. Doctors put pins in at several points in my childhood; but there was never really any strongpoint to anchor the pins into... Consequently, they constantly worked themselves free.
Anyway. I'm stuck in Houston in a homeless shelter untill i get enough money saved up for my own place. Some of the people i'm just now meeting are cool/nice. Most just suck. something like a 1/4 ratio. I've yet to make sense of this place. On a lighter note; It's not like I have nowhere to go if i get kicked out. I think i may just end up going to my mom's anyway; I know she really needs the help. On the same token, though; i'm sick of wasting my time. I need to finally find out what it is people keep refering to as "WEAWWITEHY". I'm sick of waiting for nothing to happen so i don't feel like i'm completely wasting my time. I just want to get this shit over with so i can move on with my life.
People cling to me to me too fucking much for my to really care about what's going on with them. Much less be capable of listening to whatever it is that they're rambling about. Anyways. I gotta get back. Can't be late. Peace.

GJ is dead. LJ sucks like an ugly teen on pot.
CANADA, A-HERE I COMME!

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