clarity

Okay, I thought maybe I should expound on some of the information in my profile.
First, it's not that I DON'T have any interests, it's just that they really aren't that interesting. I don't have any one passion or great hobby like scaling the faces of tall buildings and then jumping off of them while praying to the god of my choosing that my parachute wasn't rigged by some sixteen year old kid experimenting with meth for the first time...I just do the normal, boring, suburban bullshit that most pseudo-normal, boring, suburban people do like watching movies and reading books and the occasional shopping rampage. Plus, you add into the mix that I live in the bible belt and (I'm fairly certain) a Republican stronghold, AND the fact that this city is having a serious identity crisis, not being able to figure out if it wants to evolve into an urban metro-sexually approved metropolis or stay with its old-towne Kuntry roots...well excitement is not the word du-jour (although it does boast the biggest fireworks display in the whole U-S-of-A during the Kentucky Derby).
Okay, what exactly does a Freudian obsession with Johnny Depp mean? Well, my brother has this uncanny resemblance to Johnny Depp. And NO I am not attracted to my brother, I didn't have twisted fantasies of running off to the Ozark mountains to have lobster-clawed babies...but the fact remains that my bro does looketh like the man I would commit multiple felonies for. I'm sure in psychology/psychiatry that means something important.
I like foreign pop because...well frankly the pink-lace girlie side of me likes to listen to insipid music. But the mentally aware part of me can't stand to listen to the vapid words IN pop music. ERGO, my fascination with foreign pop. It still has the happy-sappy pop music that the twelve year old girl in me loves, but I can't understand shit so it can't piss me off. Pretty much the other music I like is stuff my friend Shane tells me about. I rely on him for all things cool because he can pick a piece of cool out of a big pile of shit...its his gift I think.
I have to say that "Like the Red Panda" is probably my more favorite read recently. Basically it is a journal of a high school girl, who seemingly has everything going for her, who decides that it (it being life) is all fucking bullshit and decides to off herself. So she writes this journal about why she does it. Its a pretty awesome book. I cried for thirty minutes after I finished reading it and then read it again within a few days.
Okay, I guess that pretty much covers it for now.