Man, That's Painful

Just sitting here, dealing with my semi-regular bout with whatever it is that gives me this abdominal pain I'm suffering through right now. More annoying than anything really-I need to start watching my diet better to find the specific trigger foods I guess. Apart from that however, it has been pretty uneventful today. I waited around for people to call and say they needed my help to move, since I've offered to help out with more moves than I can remember, but nothing. Screw you guys then.

Right now I'm burning 9 Songs onto DVD. If you missed the controversy surrounding that particular film, allow me to fill you in. The storyline is basically about a young couple who go to concerts (wherein you hear the 9 songs), and have sex. It's been called a porn film, which it does seem to be on the surface-nothing is left to the imagination, and I'll leave it at that. I first heard of it actually because the director is also the guy who did 24 Hour Party People, which I absolutely loved. Well, after checking it out quickly when I first got it, and seeing what was in it, I had to find out what the hell Winterbottom was trying to prove with this film, so I googled it and got his response to the critics. Basically, he wanted a film that showed the entire aspect of a relationship, sex and all. He hoped not to make a porn film for people to get off on, but to do something that showed a major aspect of relationships that is rarely ever explored. So, whether he's full of shit or not, I checked it out in full again, and saw that yeah, the sex scenes aren't really anything to get hot and bothered over-just something to feel uncomfortable at if you watch it with your mother.

Rolling Stones in a few days, but I have yet to feel excited about going. Weird. I've been worrying more about the logistics of getting all of us there at the same time then I have been thinking of having fun, so that's most likely killed my buzz. Once we get there and get it all settled, I'll let loose I'm sure. It's definitely interesting to plan a trip to a concert with your mother-I think I'll probably spend half of my time at Sophie's place afterwards sneaking drags of Ian's smokes and hoping they go to bed so we can smoke some weed. Who knows, maybe she'll party more than I will, but I doubt that.