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A wasted weekend...
Oct. 21st, 2001 10:32 pmA wasted weekend is never a weekend wasted.
Well, I spent ALL of today watching Dragon Ball Z on Cartoon Network.
I was, having watched a few epidsodes, of the opinion that Dragon Ball Z was a pile of shit.
However, despite the fact that it suffers from the classic manga timing (well, not suffers, but to a western audience, the timing SUCKS... you know... five minutes worth of posturing and pathetic arguement, then a picosecond of fighting, that you miss if you blink, in which a major character dies...) ... I now like it.
I like it a LOT.
I dunno... it might be indoctrination (we DID watch if for like 6 hours), but I really like that fucking show now. So I'll be getting more of that then soon.
Lizbuff was over, too, so I got to have someone to sleep next to.
I can't explain how good THAT feels.
I've noticed that my sleep is better these days... I don't constantly wake up every two hours... but I'm still sleeping shit...
But when Liz is there... I don't know...
Just knowing that there's someone next to you that cares... that's warm and doesn't mind you cuddling up and shit.
I sleep like a baby.
Actually, Liz told me something that amazed me, and meant something pretty fucking amazing; she said that when I'm asleep, *I look peaceful*.
No one has EVER told me that I look peaceful.
Ever.
Which, I assume is because I never DO look peaceful.
I never AM peaceful.
I live on the balance line between just plain amped-up and psychotic, and I'm, well, not *happy* there, but at least used to the position.
And the only time I ever feel peaceful is when I can, for once, have that person I care about sleeping next to me, and go to sleep knowing that I'll wake up to see them there.
And the fact that Liz said that she's seen me look peaceful, to me, is... I dunno... pretty fucking meaningful.
It means that *someone* has been close enough to me to actually see me, in the brief moments that it occurs, **at peace with life**.
I dunno.
It's like an eclipse.
Nothing special in itself, but somehow awe-inspiring in it's infrequency.
In a world full of things not made to last, witnesses to my fleeting innocent moments provide some permanence that I am otherwise completely lacking.
damnit.
-=Scott=-
Well, I spent ALL of today watching Dragon Ball Z on Cartoon Network.
I was, having watched a few epidsodes, of the opinion that Dragon Ball Z was a pile of shit.
However, despite the fact that it suffers from the classic manga timing (well, not suffers, but to a western audience, the timing SUCKS... you know... five minutes worth of posturing and pathetic arguement, then a picosecond of fighting, that you miss if you blink, in which a major character dies...) ... I now like it.
I like it a LOT.
I dunno... it might be indoctrination (we DID watch if for like 6 hours), but I really like that fucking show now. So I'll be getting more of that then soon.
Lizbuff was over, too, so I got to have someone to sleep next to.
I can't explain how good THAT feels.
I've noticed that my sleep is better these days... I don't constantly wake up every two hours... but I'm still sleeping shit...
But when Liz is there... I don't know...
Just knowing that there's someone next to you that cares... that's warm and doesn't mind you cuddling up and shit.
I sleep like a baby.
Actually, Liz told me something that amazed me, and meant something pretty fucking amazing; she said that when I'm asleep, *I look peaceful*.
No one has EVER told me that I look peaceful.
Ever.
Which, I assume is because I never DO look peaceful.
I never AM peaceful.
I live on the balance line between just plain amped-up and psychotic, and I'm, well, not *happy* there, but at least used to the position.
And the only time I ever feel peaceful is when I can, for once, have that person I care about sleeping next to me, and go to sleep knowing that I'll wake up to see them there.
And the fact that Liz said that she's seen me look peaceful, to me, is... I dunno... pretty fucking meaningful.
It means that *someone* has been close enough to me to actually see me, in the brief moments that it occurs, **at peace with life**.
I dunno.
It's like an eclipse.
Nothing special in itself, but somehow awe-inspiring in it's infrequency.
In a world full of things not made to last, witnesses to my fleeting innocent moments provide some permanence that I am otherwise completely lacking.
damnit.
-=Scott=-
