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Natalie Imbruglia "One More Addiction" |
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As my mommy says when she walks in the door after work, "Hello, my beautiful people!" Well, hello to all you beautiful people as well. It's summertime and we should all be revelling in our block-partying, pool-diving, hiding-away-from-civilization festivities the way we were meant to...the way yo' motha taught you. That's right, I'm talking like extra lyrics in a saucy James Brown funk song. I'd like to say that's me tapping into my roots, but no, it's actually just me doing my best to make you believe I'm not a cog in the machine they call Lemont. Oh well. Back to Lemon Tree with me.
One thing's for sure, I am feeling good during these relentlessly plain but spontaneous June days. This is probably my favorite part of the summer, realistically. The idea of having nothing to do hasn't gotten old yet, I've just adjusted to a new sleeping habit, my days aren't planned but I always manage to fill my time with things I really want to do and people I really like chilling with. It's the last real summer before my lifestyle does a 180 and I go cuckoo for corn (aka leaving for Iowa). It just dawned on me how much I don't like updating this as I talk to people...they make it hard for me to remember what the hell I'm talking about. Just one of the hardships I face being the most popular stud in school. Varsity Football Captain '04! Wah-bam!
The other day I hung out with Rachel (what an uncommon phenomena, I know), and we went to the Gap and Starbucks where the only thing purchased was coffee. Going to the Gap and not getting a swanky new shirt is like going on the big fishing trip and coming back with only a broken fishing rod. I am the analogy master. Kimmie stopped in at Starbucks for a few and chatted with me and Rachel about things like retardation, and then Elise came in for a second as well. Then Rachel and I booked it to my house for a quick Jeopardy! rematch (if that's what you want to call it... in hindsight I'd say it was more a "Britain getting its ass handed to it" sort of game...go America!). Then Joe came over and we chatted outside my house, and the experience was daunting to begin but it turned out to be...dare I say...surprising and refreshing. The circumstances were out of the ordinary, and it was an unexpectedly memorable occasion. But oh, that night didn't end there. If you read a few entries ago about someone I referred to as a "should-be-former acquaintance" who is in swimming in a vat of denial and asks me to come over to his house to "watch porn"...well late last night I ended up sneaking out of my sweet little house once more (I get classier by the day) and driving to his house for the usual faux-masculine session of masturbatory endeavours. It's so stupid. Halfway into the "session," I became completely appalled and I made up a lame excuse and left. What's weird is that I bet it won't be the last time I meet up with this guy either...my impulse-control level is not very high. If it were on the terrorist alert level system, it would be like a code orange. Scary, yes. Wave a 'merican flag over your house for that one. No blowjobs happened this time, and honestly, thank God, because that's just denial pushed to the eleventh power, and that's not sexual, that's just incredible. Incredibly unattractive. It's not even about being attracted, it's about...well, Liz Phair said it best in her song "Girls! Girls! Girls!"... "I get away...almost everyday...with what the girls call, what the girls call, what the girls call...what the girls call murder." It's getting away with an under-rug-swept operation, and it's about snidely laughing at the ridiculousness of it all but being aroused at the secretive nature of it... it's twisted. I must be twisted. We all must be twisted.
The other day I also compiled a cd I like to call "GHV Louis: The Essence of Louie V"... and these twenty tracks all say something about me...not even directly or lyrically but just in presentation or in attitude, and the specific artists included are all various extensions of what I consider to be Louis Virtel... the collection is as follows:
1) "That's Just What You Are"- Aimee Mann
2) "Don't Tell Me"- Madonna
3) "9 to 5"- Dolly Parton
4) "You Can Do Anything"- Carole King
5) "Intuition"- Natalie Imbruglia
6) "C'mon Billy"- PJ Harvey
7) "6'1""- Liz Phair
8) "Sweet Seasons"- Carole King
9) "Yesterday Once More"- the Carpenters
10) "Anticipation"- Carly Simon
11) "What Makes You Happy"- Liz Phair
12) "Borderline"- Madonna
13) "I Know There's A Word"- Aimee Mann
14) "You Learn"- Alanis Morissette
15) "Susan"- Aimee Mann
16) "A Case of You"- Joni Mitchell
17) "Young Blood"- Rickie Lee Jones
18) "Can't Get You Out Of My Head"- Kylie Minogue
19) "Party Hard"- Andrew WK
20) "Vogue"- Madonna
There's another 100 songs that should be on here...but Memorex hasn't developed a cd (or one within my budget) that would fulfill this need. But I am fucking tired as of now as Andrew WK blares out of my computer at 2 AM. I do what I like and I like what I do. God, he's cool.
Bye for now. Love you all, I'm there for you,
Louis.
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