Tuesday, September 12, 2006

 What the SHIT. I got an email from the hotel people i did the paintings for, and they want to commission me to do another one. I WAS FREE. I WAS RELAXING. I DON'T WANT TO PAINT MORE. Granted, i do like money, and earning money, and things related to money, but i am currently so tapped out of generic "make something pretty for us to decorate with!" ideas. I am the WORST person for coming up with shit on command; i think i have an idea maybe once every few months. I am creatively deficient. And, just... I WAS SO RELIEVED TO BE DONE. I mean, it's nice they liked my other paintings and want to pay me some more, and i'm going to say yes anyway, but selling my soul to The Man has gotten really old really quick.

- 10:47 PM

Monday, September 11, 2006

 I have an odd relationship with scary movies. I watch them quite a bit out of curiosity and wanting to be frightened, even though i kind of hate being frightened. I'm fine while i'm watching them, i just tend to continue thinking about creepy moments in the middle of the night when i'm alone in the dark and, hey, do you think maybe there could be someone behind me holy shit i'm going to check over my shoulder every ten seconds WHAT WAS THAT NOISE. So basically the memory of scary movies haunts me forevermore after i've seen them, which makes me never want to watch them more than once.

Anyway, i've just finally seen Psycho for the first time. I put it off for so long because i kind of wanted to preserve in my mind the fear of the singular, perfect shower scene. Plus i was scared of watching it. But it was such a BRILLIANT film, so well-acted and so gorgeously shot, it makes me kind of sad that it brings me such abject terror that i don't know if i'll want to watch it again for a very long time. It's also pretty depressing that the twist ending is such common knowledge- and by now a hackneyed way for a horror movie to be resolved- because i can't imagine how amazing it would be to be unspoiled for that. Poor Norman, he was just a lonely, shy, awkward kind of fellow, and so polite. (i also never realized how handsome he was, probably because of the aforementioned abject terror.) It's too bad about the whole "FUCKING CRAZY" business.

Gradually i'll make my way through the Hitchcock films i haven't seen, i'm really in the mood to keep watching them now. Luckily they're not all so horrifying.

Also today i went to Universal Studios with my family, we went on the Back to the Future ride for the last time before it closes forever. DEPRESSING. Eventually they'll have gotten rid of all the original attractions that i've loved since my youth. (I MISS THE GHOSTBUSTERS SHOW NOW MORE THAN EVER.) Ironically enough, we went on the Earthquake ride while, apparently, the effects of an earthquake could be felt near our house and we weren't around to experience it. Huh.

- 12:29 AM