i miss...

engrish classes. really. fer rizzo mah dizzle bah shizzo. nizzo.
i've taken to analyzing movies. it does provide an added level of enjoyment, or disdain, depending on the movie. for example: spiderman 2. as i watched, i noted how dr. otto octavius and his wife quickly took on parental roles to peter parker, made especially effective since we knew he would become the villain of the movie. any more and i'd be giving stuff away. but seriously, watch that movie. it's flipping deep for an action movie. but not plot complicated like memento. unfortunately, i cannot analyze cinematically as competently as i would like to due to lack of knowledge and training in the field.
the same thing happens with books too, the noting of rhetorical devices, clever assonances, subtle metaphors that i would very much liked to have coined myself (yay atwood! - thanks jacqueline) and groaning painfully at any use of deus ex machina. seriously, the worst plot device EVAR!!!!1111oneone. even worse than "he woke up and realized it was all a dream. he climbed out of bed and went to brush his teeth." books with deus ex machina get dropped at that very spot. too bad it always appears late in the book.

people my age. for now, i hang out with kids who are always tittering or giggling about body parts and bathroom phenomena. like 'dildo pickle'. try explaining to a ten yr. old why that is inapporpriate. just try. and cry... "herman, why would anyone need a fake dick? is it for people who get their's chopped off?" guh. people my age usually also don't ask me, "do you have a girlfriend?", "who's your girlfriend?", "is she your girlfriend?". actually, i'm sort of glad i can say, "nope", "i don't have one", "nope". otherwise there would be, "can i see a picture of her? eww, she's ugly." then i'd get fired for beating a kid up.

our long midnight conversations.