Detrimental Entanglement

Apathy at Eleven-Thirty

Last night was pretty cool by Val-Standards.

Allyson arrived around four in the afternoon, and she and I chilled. Eventually James showed up, and we had ourselves a party. We went to the movie store and ended up with Dead Poets' Society, The Fantastic Four, and Mobsters and Mormons.

We watched Mobsters and Mormons first, and it turned out to be religious propaganda, as opposed to the light-hearted comedy we were expecting. It was an education film about the LDS that was digusied as a mafia flick. We were all supremely disappointed. Then we pop in Fantastic Four, which is also pretty lame. The best line of all is, "It's clobberin' time!"
Closely followed by, "FLAME ON!"

Andy gets home at sometime and we all play Pokemon. Allysone ends up playing for five hours straight, and all of us are piling on the hours left over from out Canada trip. Right now, my new game on Pokemon Gold is at 31 hours. James is playing Sapphire, Allyson is playing Red, Andy is playing Silver, and I'm playing gold.
I am the trainer Vazl, and I will be the greatest of them all. A true Pokemon Master.

I fell asleep on James while we were watching Andy play Silent Hill 2. I always end up falling asleep first, and on James. He is comforting. Like a giant teddy bear, or warm blanket. If James is there, I am safe.
James is security.

Allyson and I then headed to bed. This was at two in the morning. We talk for a bit, and fade back into slumber.

Today, after Allyson and I woke up, we commenced the Pokemon again. We didn't stop until I took a shower around 3:40 PM. That is a whole lot of Pokemon.

Our family could be a giant Nintendo commercial.

At 5:30, James and I showed up at WHS for Pack the Pit. Ronson was in a worse mood than usual today, and all of us just wanted out free t-shirts.
I ended spacing out for practically the entire second game, and leaving early.

Something is on my mind.. But I don't know what it is. All I can do is slip into that secret place where Fall plays endlessly on repeat, and no one exists but I. I don't know why I can still hear it so clearly in my mind... I have forgotten all of the other productions, but I'm pretty sure that will stay with me for a while.
That music, and everything it represents.

The Twilight Zone beckons.
I'm starting to hear things.

I have dreams that I go sterile and my husband divorces me.
Dreams where I am maliciously raped.
Nightmares... That I have no control over.

I'm frightened, but too proud to admit that I am.

Pi

11:17 PM - Friday, January 27, 2006 - post comment

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