Seven, Seven, Seven
Jie on a dock in Chicago. The summer has been strange, but I have to say 2008 has been the strangest year..nothing really seemed to happen. Even China thinks it's been a bad year (for obvious reasons...) or maybe things did happen, and nobody really cared. Oops.
Dream:
My mother, me, and my sisters are traveling. We are in our old car, the one we had when I was in middle school. We are going driving around Pittsburgh, except it doesn't look anything like the Pittsburgh I know (of). There are floods or a natural disaster, so we drive in hopes of fleeing it and end up at a toll booth where they demand to search our car and then detain us. This whole time we are fleeing this girl that's torturing everybody by calling their cellphones and making them dance in strange, demonic sexual ways. It's unnerving because everyone who has been detained is a girl, and the one I remember most is a girl named Ruby who is little.
Addicted to the HBO series Rome, cannot stop watching. I have a thing for historical dramas? I wish I had been a roman philosopher? or maybe poet. Although I admit the storylines are getting crazier and crazier. Lesbian loves? Incest? S&M with your henchmen? Roman gangsters and a monster tyrant by the name of Caesar..I LOOVEEE IT!
1 comment:
haha Roman philosopher or poet?
...you know, i've had ideas that being an artist might've been more fun and interesting back in those days. i don't know. it seems a whole lot less complex.
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