Katie's not allowed to choose the movie we rent anymore. Last night, we rented "Event Horizon" after she enthused about it for a while. Now, I was expecting it to be something "2001, A Space Odyssey". You know, kind of weird, the ship's freaking out, but not scary. "Event Horizon" was nothing like this. I was completely traumatized.
There was a lot of blood and senseless violence, along with sequences where you couldn't tell if the characters were awake or sleeping. They'd suddenly wake up, and you'd be relieved, but then they'd see the hallucinations/get killed in the exact same manner as they'd dreamed in "real life". The hallucinations were pretty heavy on red-eyed people, especially one guy's dead wife, who'd commited suicide. There were a lot of nastily cut-up people. Dirk had to keep averting my eyes throughout the movie, because I was getting so upset.
I'm not squeamish, but this was too much for me. One of the recurring themes was of people taking out their eyes. And the doctor who designed the demon ship was an asshole in denial the whole time, but Katie kept telling me, "He gets better later." Yeah. He ripped out his goddamn eyes, sabotaged their escape attempt, and then started taking out the remaining crew members. That's an improvement? And never mind the part when he came back after the captain killed him, completely bald with cuts all over his body.
I admit that my concept of reality is rather fluid, to put it kindly. I freaked after I saw this movie. When Dirk and I left, I made him stay within my line of sight, and walk backwards to the car. When we got to the car, I just started crying. I couldn't shake the idea that if I looked away from him for a minute, he'd turn into one of those red-eyed horrors from the movie. I've also developed extreme claustrophobia in corridors, half-expecting the lights to start flashing, as in the movie, and some fucked-up demon thing to be alone in the hall with me.
I have bad dreams anyway. I didn't need to add this to my repertoire of gross/frightening things to be used in my nighmare scripts.
Band practice didn't happen today, mostly because the space we wanted to rent is only free on Saturday nights. Next week, then. Also, Charlie had his wife's photoshoot to attend.
Krisco dyed her hair black. She looks like a bloated corpse with her hair dyed that color. I told Dirk so, over the phone, and he relayed this to Krisco, who was making a nuisance of herself in his kitchen. She didn't like that observation. Dirk can't wait until he moves out. Then he'll never have that girl's company forced on him by his family again.
I'm not going to see Dirk until Tuesday. I'm devastated. But he's expecting a phone call from some people about a room they have to rent, so he has to be home after 5p.m. I'm supposed to call him at 2 tomorrow.
I bought a book from the used book store, "Forbidden Flowers." It's the sequel to the revolutionary book from the 70's about women's sexual fantasies. Whatever happened to Nancy Friday? Without her, we wouldn't have the frank discussions of this stuff in Cosmo and the like. However, I do take issue with the fact that a lot of the women either have had sexual relations with a dog, or frequently fantasize about it. That's gross. What's wrong with these women? Are they that hard up? Maybe this is where Whitney got her ideas.
Ken called. He's considering suicide, as usual. I got so sick of this shit when I was dating him. He's not naturally suicidal. He works himself up to it, by magnifying his rather minor depression until it becomes a serious problem. He even said, "I hope I manage to find the strength to kill myself before summer." What a complete jerk. All this because Whitney's avoiding him, and he has no friends down there, and he can't get a band together. What the hell was he expecting? He moves down to North Carolina, where he knows no-one, is a complete misfit, and he expects to have an easy time setting it up so it's the same as it was here? And as for Whitney avoiding him--well, she broke up with him. That says something. It's neither normal nor healthy to keep sleeping with a guy after you broke up with him.
I probably sound callous in my lack of concern over his suicidal state. It's probably because I got subjected to this shit fairly frequently. The last time, he was living in my house, and tried to kill himself with a bottle of acetaminophen. Not a full bottle. Half a bottle. If that does kill you, it does so by eating away at your stomach lining. One of the more painful ways to go. But usually, your stomach rejects it, and you spend the next 48 hours dry-heaving. That's what heppened to Ken. And guess who had to take care of him without letting her parents know what was going on? You guessed it. So, please forgive me if I seem rather unsympathetic to Ken's latest self-imposed plight.