Re: yesterday's post, it turns out someone has already explained my feelings more eloquently than I ever could:
It's that time and that place and that song, and you remember what it was like when you were in that time and place. And then you listen to that song and you know you're not in that place anymore and it makes you feel hollow.
It was rainy all day, but the nice kind of rainy, the kind that reminds me of Berkeley. Didn't really need an umbrella but everything was overcast and seemed brighter. It was 50˚ which seems positively warm now. Didn't even wear tights with my dress.
Watched 2 Days in New York, which was wonderful. An awesome follow-up to 2 Days in Paris. Julie Deply just gets it. And by it I'm not really sure what I mean but I know it's something she gets. I want to be cool and beautiful and awesome like her and also I kinda wish I could date Chris Rock? And also be French and live in New York with adorable children? You know, normal desires for my indecisive, hopelessly lost 22-year-old ass.
I've been talking to a bunch of people about living arrangements for next year, when I will most definitely not be living with my current roommates. One of my roommates actually asked me earlier this week, in a rare moment when she was talking to me, about where I was thinking of living. I was like Uhhhhhh not with you fucking assholes that's for sure but only in my head; out loud I just hemmed and hawed and was like Oh I'm gonna try living on my own I think I've never done that maybe it'll be a good experience. Ugh. As long as I get out of this pinche apartment with these pinche people, I'll be happy. Being alone, like actually alone, is better than feeling lonely amongst passive-agressively hostile roommates.
I was disappointed with Deathly Hallows Pt. 2. You split the seventh movie in order to do the story justice* and then don't even give the most important parts of the story more than 20 minutes between them? Whatever. I'm sitting in the corner crying anyway.
But I went and saw Midnight in Paris last night and was very pleased with it. It was all beautiful, fun romanticism and people doing the Charleston. Bernadette and I want to go to Paris now. My friend is studying abroad there this fall; maybe I can stow away in his suitcase.
*I know it was for money, but they tried to put this claim forward, so they'd better fucking substantiate that shit
The weather today was really lovely, especially for mid-November in the San Francisco Bay. I only know this because I was outside for approximately five minutes, walking to and from the grocery store to buy milk and pita bread and snag all the tasty samples Andronico's puts out on the weekends. Anyway, the reason I spent the rest of the day indoors is because I have this 7-10 page paper on the 'foreseeability' of WWI and it's due Thursday and it's technically all my fault for not starting sooner, but I'm sort of starting to see the appeal in blaming everything on Germany.
Also, I keep talking about war being 'unforeseeable' and it's really making me want to watch In the Loop.
I was making Hana watch All About My Mother ('cause that is an excellent fucking movie, natch!) and during the bit where La Agrado was bitching about drag queens and how they were annoying and fake and ostentatious, she says, "Have you ever seen a bald woman?"
Hana and I exchanged a look then burst out laughing.
I saw Daybreakers last night, and thank fucking god, a movie that actually has an interesting and fresh plot about vampires instead of just using them metaphors for tween sexual frustration. Not that vampires as metaphors for teenage sexuality can't be interesting (I mean, Buffy, right?) but someone needs to shake this country teen-aged girls and for some inexplicable reason middle-aged housewives out of it's their weird current fetishism with vampires. Even though the dialogue was bad and the movie was so MELODRAMATIC!OMG at times that it bordered on comical, it was still interesting, instead of just two or three bad actors starring and biting their lips and playing with their hair and taking off their shirts at each other.
Before the movie, I went to IHOP with Sam (to go bug Misty, of course, and wait for her to get off work). I forgot how much I freakin' love Sam. I've known him since freshman year of high school, but it's not like we really hung out that much during high school (or that we even hang out much now), but he and I can talk and go on and on like we've been BFF since first grade.
And speaking of vampires, the City of Lawndale planted garlic in the road dividers to keep out the vampires, DUH!
I'm pretty sure the councilman is joking (if not, then he makes me SO PROUD to be Californian), but is just a fucking pro at being deadpan. I really hope this is the case. Because that makes him sort of awesome.
I have a substantial post coming up soon. About work. And how much I hate it. It's probably coming up. If I ever get around to writing it.
But speaking of work, the past week I saw this women who had to be at least my mother's age wearing a New Moon t-shirt. STOP IT. STOP IT RIGHT NOW. You are an adult. You should know better.
Right now I am in Berkeley. We drove up this weekend to move in, because my parents can't get any time off work in January. So our grand Christmas celebration (which is really a Secular Celebration, because we are Jews) consisted of the hotel my parents are staying at finding us a restaurant that was actually open and my friend Bernadette, who is housesitting, coming along with us. And then Bernadette and I baked cupcakes and watched the Doctor Who Christmas Special.
Today we spent all day assembling the furniture we bought at Ikea this morning. What is with those instruction booklets, eh? I get the whole breaking-down-language-barriers pictures, but some words would be nice. Because some of these drawings are whack.
I guess this turned into a semi-substantial post? Of course, that depends on your definition of 'substantial'.
When Jesse Eisenberg's character put the song "Pale Blue Eyes" on the mixtape for Kristen Stewart's character, who was a big Lou Reed fan as well as other rock'n'roll-ish stuff, Laura said she didn't think Kristen Stewart's character would like that song. I don't think Laura knows what Lou Reed sounds like, much less that he wrote the song and was part of the Velvet Underground.
Later this evening, after we decided to go to Jack 'N' the Box for some late night snacks, I said something while in Brandon's car, I don't even remember what, some joke about something in Spanish and/or Spanish-related and I cracked myself up, and Ben said that it was really cute. Which doesn't mean anything, and I've known Ben for-freakin'-ever, since I was about three, but it made me a bit giddy nonetheless, because that's just how ridiculous I am.
Mikko and I have done a good job at not being awkward after the awkward-ness that occurred this summer. (It involved Pushing Daisies and lots of hours spent on my bed watching TV--use your imagination. Actually, don't. It's probably not as interesting as you'd imagine. Just some lame attempts at seduction and me confessing that Sorry, that ship stopped sailing sometime before I graduated from high school. That's it, really.) I'm pretty sure that we probably wouldn't being hanging out if it weren't for our group of mutual friends, but we've both seemed to reach an unspoken agreement to pretend that nothing happened, except for occasional comments to each other. Which no one paid attention to. And even if they were to pay attention, they were not so obvious as to attract any second thoughts. Which is my biggest fear as far as that whole situation is concerned: that someone in our group of friends would find out. I just feel like they would never really think of me the same way, and the idea of them knowing embarrasses me. Which I think means that turning down the offer was, on the whole, an excellent idea.
Thus concludes your overshare for the evening morning.
