August 9th, 2003

i'm ready for my close up mr demille

I have now been to the outer regions of Hell....

Location: Paris, Illinois

...and it is called Save-A-Lot.

I have gone through the town of Paris, Illinois many times over the past year. It's a small town in central Illinois, about 15 miles from the Indiana state line. On the main drag through town, there is the local grocery, a Save-A-Lot store. Beside it is another building, which for the past year has had the windows boarded up, spray painted with the words "Coming Soon Paris China Buffet". Last week, the plywood had been replaced with a bright neon side reading "open", so I got some egg drop soup to go. It was pretty good and the buffet looked yummy, so tonight I decided I would stop and eat the buffet for dinner and do some grocery shopping all at once.

The buffet was pretty good, after sampling a little bit of every thing I ate a lot of Crab Rangoon and fresh mushrooms in teriyaki sauce. I and my cat will be paying for this dearly later tonight in the limited confines of our abode. The lady appears to run the place is an attractive Asian woman in her late-30's with an incredbile smile. She had been there the time before, on her perch behind the counter at the entrance like she was now. I have to admit, I've become quite smitten with her. I'm sure I'll be stopping more regularly just for that smile if nothing else.

I usually keep a small ration of foods in my truck. pop tarts, turkery and cheese, and bread. This is the staple of my diet and keeps me from spending a ton of money in restaurants while on the road. I wasn't expecting much of the Save-A-Lot, but I thought I would be able to pick up these items quickly and save myself an extra stop down the road.

It has been a loooong time since I've been in a Save-A-Lot.

It is no more than 6 aisles, tops. Made largely from cardboard carton displays stacked on top of one another with the goods inside. Ringing the entire area are the refrigerated/freezer units. I managed to find the turkey right off and discovered I had passed the cheese and went back fo it, then spied the bread on roller racks sitting in the far corner. I then hunted down the aisle with the cereals and, lo and behold - no pop tarts. There were toaster treats. There were perfect pastries. But there were no goddamn pop tarts. Not to sound like a snob, but there are some things that only the brand name will do. Brand name peanut butters, brand name sodas, brand name macaroni and cheese, brand name mayonnaise, and goddamn Kellogg's Pop Tarts.. These are things you just don't go for the bargain brand on.

Bewildered and dejected I made my way to the check out lane where I paid for my items Admittedly, $9.98 for two loaves of bread, a pound of turkey slices, two 16 slice process cheese packages, and 2 bags of Blow Pops (they were in the impulse buy table beside me in checkout, whatchya gonna do?) is a pretty good deal. But I would've gladly given $20 for all of that amd 3 boxes of Pop Tarts. After paying the girl at the register I noticed that she hadn't bagged any of my items. In fact, there were no bags. I noticed some rather large plastic shoppig bags on the table where the Blow Pops were and grabbed one, shoving all of my things down inside it so I could get out of the way of the guy behind me in line. I was presuming that the extra few minutes they saved by not bagging my groceries were a crucial link in bringing those rock bottom prices directly to me.

As I started to walk away, the girl said something to me but I didn't hear what she said, so I asked her to repeat herself. She was informing me that it was $0.11 for the bag and had already rung it up on the register. Adding dumbfounded to bewildered, it seemed like it took me an eternity of pocket digging with my mouth agape before I got out of that nightmare.

I walked back to the truck fuming, past the windows of the China Buffet. The Asian lady was in her usual spot, waiting to greet customers as they walked in. She looked at me through the window and smiled.

The halls smell like piss
The rooms are under lit
Still it must be nice
You're such a perfect fit
What's that I hear?
The sound of marching feet?
It has a strange allure
It has a strange... allure
Stay just as far from me, as me from you
Make sure that you are sure of everything I do
'Cause I'm not not not not not not not not your academy
Maybe you're right
I shouldn't judge
What's wrong or right
This is too much
I'm not judging you I'm judging me
My academy. Your academy.
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boy does it suck to be anal retentive, or if you're Madonna, you just suck it

Location: Spiceland, Indiana

Dream one:

I lived in a commune. But it wasn't your average commune, we were actually captive. We lived on the campus of a University and were part of some sort of experiment. Our relationship with our captors was Hogan's Heroes-esque in that we basically came and went as we pleased by ingenious secret passages and subterfuge. Similarily, when someone from the university would recognize us in public, they were some what lackadaisical in their concern. Basically, we weren't really trying to escape, just get out every now and then, and they knew this. However at the same time, they would never let us just walk out the front door. I was a young teen, living with a family (I hesitate to call it my actual family, I just recall there being parental figures and siblings) and we had snuck out of the university to spend a day at King's Island amusement park. We were in the parking lot of the park, and I was watching this fantastic roller coaster that did something like 4 consecutive loops then went straight into a triple corkscrew, then more loops: in short it appeared to be the most insane roller coaster ever conceivied, and oh boy did I want to ride it. To my dismay, we could never get out of the parking lot because my science experiement parents were super anal retentive about "being prepared" with coolers of food and sunscreen and life-jackets (I am presuming for the water rides shrugs) and detailed maps of the park with pre-planned routes and ride itineraries. The planning process was so immobilizing that we never made itinto the park. I think we actually made it in line to the park because I remember some researchers for the Univeristy were behind us in line and making jokes about us being "little rats" who had gotten out of their cages.

Dream two:

I think I had my first dream with LiveJournal in it (that's not a good sign). It wasn't anything specific about livejournal, I just remember I was among a group of friends who regularly used LJ to communicate with each other, in addition to mthe more traditional means of phones and email. Someone was moving and we were enlisting the help of anyone who wanted to lend a hand. They lived on 2650 126th street and were moving elsewhere, this is what theLiveJournal entry side anyway. The curious thing is, someone on my "friends" view in the dream had a great picture for their entry of Madonna, holding a cock in her hand smiling at the camera, looking like she was getting ready to go down on it. That is such a great idea for a Photoshop fake, someone with more skill than I should do this and email it to me. The rest of the dream was rather boring in detail, just people arguing over how to pack the truck so it would be most efficient, blah blah blah. I guess the people were anal retentive in that dream, too.

I wanna smash it up for all my friends, I hope you stick around until the very end
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Journal quote of the week

newest_fad wrote: and all i could do to get my mind off the 2 hour distance from here to bowling green was furiously draw and smudge at every detail of the church roof and steeple from my bedroom window. stained my hands a waxy collage of mostly oranges, blues, and blacks. that was the last time that despair collected all her bits and peices and suckered punched me at once. ever since then dissapointment and sadness are so woven between happiness and elation that i barely recognize how easily love fades, until one day it all just hits, and by then i simply don't care.