Saturday, March 31, 2007

Fuck You!

Sore throat that is slowly becoming a full fledge illness...

Fuck you!

And I might not get to go on a date with a great guy because I'm sick...

You know what, Fuck you!

Getting sick the second week of school...

An extra big dose of FUCK YOU!!

Friday, March 30, 2007

Writing Assignment #1

I have a passive-aggressive pimple on my cheek. It looks ready to go, but when I try to pop it nothing happens. I now ask, why tease?

I'm going to eat some chicken flautas for lunch. The question of the hour is, how yummy is that?

I used to think Working Girl was a movie about female empowerment. Now I ask the question, why didn't Sigourney Weaver and Melanie Griffith team up and overthrow the male power structure, instead of tearing each other down?

My left tonsil is swollen. I have a slight temperature. This coming on the first week of school makes me ask, is my body trying to sabotage my success?

With all the things that happen to me and the world at large, I rarely ask 'why?' Does that mean I have too much faith?

Monday, March 26, 2007

Bill Mahar on purity balls...

Purity balls are gross. Just gross and icky.

I have a close relationship with my father, yet even at thirty I would be icked out at my pops knowing about my sex life; much less controlling the situation.

And John Legend is kinda sexy. I think I'll give him my virginity...

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Sharpen my pencils and slap me with a ruler...

I start school tomorrow. Yes, I am looking forward to it. And yes, I'm kinda nervous as well, but I did watch Legally Blonde this weekend. (Which made me feel much better.)

I've also been dating more. Lots of dating. Lots of boys. Some I like. Some I don't.

Other than that, I'm pretty boring.

How about you?

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

I'm back!!

And I'm sleepy. Not only did was it two hours ahead in Missouri, but I lost an hour to Daylight Saving Time. Also, I finally got my DSL working again, so happy times all around.

My iPod was my best friend on the flight home and I fell in love with "Portions For Foxes" by Rilo Kiley. Here's the video, because I'm too sleepy to blog...

(Happy Birthday, Brian!)

Monday, March 05, 2007

So, I'm off!

I'm leaving tomorrow!! I'm all packed and ready to go. Now I say good-bye, my friends, but I want to leave on a thought provoking note...

I just watched My Dinner with Andre this afternoon as I packed for my trip. I like this movie because it has elements I can relate to, such as an examination of an artist's temperament, theater talk and BS-ing over a good meal, but Andre's last statement right before the movie ended was what stuck with me (It's long, but really good!):

You know, in the sexual act there's that moment of complete forgetting, which is so incredible. Then in the next moment you start to think about things: work on the play, what you've got to do tomorrow… The world comes in quite fast. Now that again may be because we're afraid to stay in that place of forgetting, because that again is close to death. Like people who are afraid to go to sleep. In other words: you interrelate and you don't know what the next moment will bring, and to not know what the next moment will bring brings you closer to a perception of death!

You see, that's why I think that people have affairs. Well, I mean, you know, in the theater, if you get good reviews, you feel for a moment that you've got your hands on something. You know what I mean? I mean it's a good feeling. But then that feeling goes quite quickly. And once again you don't know quite what you should do next. What'll happen? Well, have an affair and up to a certain point you can really feel that you're on firm ground. You know, there's a sexual conquest to be made, there are different questions: does she enjoy the ears being nibbled, how intensely can you talk about Schopenhauer in some elegant French restaurant. Whatever nonsense it is. It's all, I think, to give you the semblance that there's firm earth.

Well, have a real relationship with a person that goes on for years, that's completely unpredictable. Then you've cut off all your ties to the land and you're sailing into the unknown, into uncharted seas. I mean, you know, people hold on to these images: father, mother, husband, wife, again for the same reason: 'cause they seem to provide some firm ground. But there's no wife there. What does that mean, a wife? A husband? A son? A baby holds your hands and then suddenly there's this huge man lifting you off the ground, and then he's gone. Where's that son?

Ah, some good stuff there...

Saturday, March 03, 2007

Movie Night!!

I just watched Lost Highway. Of course there's the trippy ending and strange editing, all of which make film students smoosh their pants. I liked the music, though.

Now I'm watching Happiness.

Next is Thirteen Conversations About One Thing.

This can't be good for my state of mind.

Friday, March 02, 2007

And as for that other Gyllenhaal...

Jon Stewart and Jake Gyllenhaal. Excuse me I must go change my panties