Fresco

Franscico, or Fresco, of Atlas Shrugged (last entry I forgot the "ed") is without a doubt the best-worst character ever. I won't reveal too much about him because I know someone who follows me will soon read it (omg isn't that awesome?). All I can say my favorite part is when he slaps a girl and when he says, "I still want to sleep with you, but I'm just not happy enough to do it." I know that is sketch, but in context it has great meaning. *sigh* He is amazing. I think he alone kills Max from The Book Theif, which has been considered my favorite book for two years. Could Atlas Shrugged take its place? I am beginning to wonder....

And that's all?

Why People Change (Interview One)

The male with the absent gaze gives me a look of ache. I don’t try to convey my sentiment because there is none. I nod. “Your question?”

“Why do people change?” he says slowly with the ache on his face shifting to the pounding heart in his chest. I suppose the “people” who have changed are two very important girls. One, his girlfriend. The girl who he fights constantly. The second, his intellectual and sarcastic ex-best friend who can’t even spare him a passing glance because it is apparent she hates to be messed with.

“Aren’t you the one who told me no one changes, but your thoughts about yourself do?”

“Yes, but I don’t actually think that miserably. You do.”

“Get back to you. Now ‘why do people change’ was it? The answer is probably not that simple. They change to adapt. They change because they’re bored. Heck, they even change just because the crowd says to.” I smile then. Everything I say is being absorbed by the sponge with the placid, worried face. He is someone I hardly admire, but he is someone who can at some points have an interesting thought. His love for two girls, however, impresses me. What does not impress me is his love to lie to both. Even if he does not realize his love, he does embrace it a little too often.

So why do people really change? I don’t know. I think it depends on the person and their thoughts and mind’s makeup. Such a broad question is somewhat a reverse cynic’s way to find more meaning in everything. For example, this person, or specifically the guy asking the interviewer questions, finds something to link him to every poem to the insignificant leaf on the ground. He thinks he is thoughtful; I (ironically) think he is getting on my last nerve. I depart from the “interview” without even thinking about what he said, odd for me, yet it stays on my mind all day. And every time I see him I play the role of the person who was supposed to affected by it. Am I? I’d like to say not the least. Yet I play this role. Am I a hypocrite? Maybe. But as this hypocrite I proudly say, “I’m thinking about the things that pertain to the world. I’m not applying everything to me selfishly and hording two girls’ hearts.” My next interview with this monstrosity (yet remember I do sometimes fancy a chat) is unknown, but he will be feeding many thoughts he didn’t mean to feed and will never gain the credit for.

And that’s all?

Not Good Enough For the Truth in Cliche'

So I bought a CD. >.< Escape the Fate's Dying Is Your Latest Fashion. While not what I expected, I am thrilled by the screaming, growling, and lyrics! Plus, a great bass part. I also came across that Used CD (Artwork) and like it too, though I didn't buy it. (Borrowed it due to the obscene cover).

The more I look at the world, the more I realize it is in love. They say spring is the season for it...no. Fall is. After all, everyone is back into school with their new infatuations. It is the season of dating and my epic lonliness. Whoever "they" are, they are very wrong about what the season of love is. Valentine's Day? Not only a cliche', but a sad way for people to break up. My cynic is coming through. But loneliness is a vice to many. It is an emotion that helps make humans...humans.

Seriously though. Buy an Escape the Fate CD.