TODAY i,

Cleaned everything but myself.

I dusted and polished my desk, bureau, and bedposts, I vacuumed, I organized, I made my entire bedroom spotless, immaculate, spiffy, etc., and as geeky as this may sound, I loved every minute of it. I contently listened to music while I cleared away the dust and grime my room had gathered over months of time avoiding a swipe of the dust rag, or the roar of the vacuum. Today was the first day out of my entire vacation that I woke up in the morning. My room was probably the messiest it's been, and it's weird how the 'status' of this space played off of what, and how I did in school, with friends, interacted with family, that sort of thing. The messier it got, the more disorganized I became. And now, with a clean room, smelling of Lemon Pledge and Windex, I think I'm ready to go back to school. In addition to all this cleaning business, I didn't take a shower today.

-10 pts.

I also watched a movie that I stumbled upon on tv this morning; The Mermaid Chair. The start of the movie took place underwater, and the silhouttes of mermaids swimming about jumped on and off the screen; this was enough to hold my attention. The plot was a bit overrated, seeing as how Jesse's mother chopped her fingers off, and Jesse(Kim Basinger btw) had this really hot love affair with Brother Thomas, a monk at the monastery where her mother worked. I admit I continued to watch it because I was just waiting for it to get good, and surprisingly it did, so I guess you could say it was worth it. I just wish Jesse stayed with the monk in the end, their relationship was getting so steamy!

My mom told me that she almost named me Jesse, after my great-grandmother.

Uhh, I have a headless cat.

That's killer, dude!

Yesterday I watched a full two hours of "THS Investigates: Inside the Mind of a Serial Killer" on E!'s True Hollywood Story programs. It had to be one of the most entertaining shows I've come across on television in a while, man. I turned the tv on a little past 2:30 to find some story on kidnapping, and I was surprisingly intrigued. As if that wasn't enough to grab my attention, this serial killer business came on soon after, and it was absolutely stunning to watch. I'm not one to be into that whole CSI/FBI/Investigation shit, no, that's Ryan. But now I understand why Ryan loves to watch all those cop shows and criminal mysteries; they're the toughest to stray away from.


People love American Idol, or Dancing With the Stars because those are the types of series that you just have to wait out til the end to see who wins, who takes home the trophy, whose 'the biggest loser', etc. And yeah, I would know, I was once an addict. But this serial killer episode? Genius. Once I started watching, I couldn't stop. It wasn't that I had to find out how many people BTK killed, or I needed to see that never-before-seen clip of Jeffrey Dahmer in court, it was just intrigue. That's all. To me, it was completely mindboggling, the tactics of these killers, the methods they performed to kill, their reasoning---they had none! It was too interesting to let up, I was too involved within the first few minutes to switch the channel to spongebob or Judge Alex. It was as if I was in disbelief somehow, for the second a commercial was running, I was up and moving to occupy myself. Get a cookie, take a pee, read the obituaries. And if after all that a commercial was still on, I'd pace. Back and forth, back and forth, just staring at the television screen advertising Yaz birth control pills. It was insane! I went as far as thinking through that it'd take too long for me to run to my room and find a hoodie, but lesser time to run to the brothers' room to snatch that fleece blanket Sean got in Boston. And I did.


My mom came home from the grocery store, inquiring if I was sick, why do I have that blanket, is everything alright, and why am I watching a show on cannabalism. And I told her I was too lazy to throw on a longsleeve shirt or sweater, everything's okay, I'd been watching the show since she left, and I spilled fudgeswirl icecream on my gym shirt, it needs to be washed for Friday. She sighed, said whatever, and sat down to watch the Ed Gein part of the show with me. I hate to admit it, but this was my favorite part of the whole program. I found Gein to be the most marvelous, dastardly serial killer of them all. Even after they said Jeffrey Dahmer had stuffed human heads in his fridge, I thought nothing could top that, until they showed Gein.


Gein had a messed up childhood, like almost all other serial killers experienced, with his father's death in 1940 and his mother's, five years later. They had said that his mother despised women, didn't want her son interacting with women, the image of the devil, and after she died, Ed Gein fufilled her 'wish'. He went to a nearby cemetery, and dug up many, several fresh graves of middle-aged women whom he thought would resemble his mother, and did terrible 'things' to their corpses. These things included using human skin to create lampshades, socks, and seat upholstery, skullcaps used as soup bowls, belts made from nipples, a windowshade made of lips. ?!!?!?!!?!

This guy was beyond nuts. Some thought him a transvestite, others claimed he just wanted to be like his mother, seeing as he made 'mammary vests' and masks out of the skin of these women that he wore often. And above all this, I thought he was cute. He was one of those guys that you could just tell were handsome when they were young. If there's some old actor or musician on tv, and my mom says, "Oh, he was so cute in his younger days," I can never see the cute in 'em. But there was something about this Ed Gein that I saw the cute in, even without my mom telling me so.
So over all the show was fantastic. I don't really know why I blogged about it, but oh well. Today we had a snow day, I pretty much wasted it. But I watched another addicting show, Vh1's Rockdoc on air guitar. That was something else entirely. But I watched the whole thing, very sedative actually. I thought it dumb at first, but after awhile it had a steady hold on my attention. C Diddy was my fav, no doubt!

I'm going to do homework. Maybe have some dinner in a few hours.

Love from this crazy chick who thinks serial killers are cute,
elise.

Pork Chops.

"Sean, I just don't like them."
"HOW CAN YOU NOT? I MEAN, LOOK AT THEM!"