This morning my coworker Jade told me that she once had a dream where the film and video reserves was not just the film and video reserves, but also dairy queen. Like, I'll have FVLDV 1056-1, and a butterfinger Blizzard, please. Or, Would you like to make that "Amores Perros" a combo for only 45 cents more? I thought that was pretty much the best thing I've ever heard. Keep up the good work, er, dreams, Jade.

It was so warm this morning that I didnt even consider taking a sweater. I wish I could go to the beach instead of sitting in here. but I am watching Goodbye Lenin, which is good.

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road

I hung out at Whitfield's on Friday night. Since all of my roommates were gone, they were nice and let me spend the night, and we put sleeping bags on the floor and had a slumber party. We ate cotixans, made cookies, and watched 3 movies. Here are my reviews:

Upon rewatching Stranger then Ficttion, I decided that it had a lot of potential but wasn't actually that good. I think it was trying to be a Michael Gondry type thing, like what we kids are really into right now, and yet it had a very grown up feel to it. I'm not sure what I mean by that, but it kind of felt like someone was trying to be the cool mom or something. I think I had some problems with the casting, too. I mean, Maggie Gyllenhaal and Will Ferrel? That's kind of awkward and maybe even a little gross for some reason. Emma Thompson was good, but Dustin Hoffman just played the same guy he did in I Heart Huckabees, only with more multitasking and a coffee addiction. Which I found to be annoying. OK, enough bashing, the movie was alright. It's just that I watched it twice in a short period of time.

So then we watched Garden State, and it did not give me the Garden State Feeling. That's when I realized that the Garden State Feeling is a very specifically 2005 feeling, and now it is 2007. I was still disappointed, though. It's sad to grow out of things.

Also saw Me and You and Everyone we Know. It was alright, but I felt like it was just too indie, like someone had sat down to write an indie film. But it looked nice, and had some solid gold dialogue about pooping back and forth...forever. Honestly, I would recomend the movie just for that one scene. It was that good.

We never did get around to sleeping, so I went home at about 7:30 in the morning. The sun had just come up and nobody was out, because it was the first day of spring break. The birds were chirping and I sang along to joanna newsom on my ipod. The walk from sixth to muir is usually a pain in the ass, but this time I highly enjoyed it.

This is what i think about every morning on my way to german

I would like to make a garden state-esque type movie with me as the main character, only played by someone cuter. You know, a coming of age type thing with a really good soundtrack. I would make the whole entire movie just so that the very last scene could be me, breaking into dance on Muir field, while "I'll Believe in Anything" plays. My problem would be resolved, and I would walk off with a slight smile on my face just as the song began. As the drums come in and my smile would get bigger, I would maybe even laugh a little, and the camera would be facing me as I walked with this stupid grin on my face for a little bit. By the time the vocals came in I would running accross the grass, doing a silly flailing-arms-in-the-air-and-hopping-and-turning-in-a-circle type dance. The song continues to play as the camera pans out, eventually showing all the people walking by on their way to class like nothing's wrong, and then the whole muir/revelle area, finally cutting to credits around the end of the first verse. people would turn to each other and say "That was good," and they would stay for the credits so they could enjoy the rest of the song, and also because the movie was so good that they need a few minutes to absorb it. As the other amazing, yet slightly more toned down, indie song (maybe the first half of winter's love? no, no, but something like it.) began to play, they would stand up, stretch, and head toward the exit, and would spend the rest of the night drinking coffee at Denny's.

meh

Finally got some new earphones today. The quality seems to be pretty good, but more importnatly, it's so nice to hear both halves of any given song again; I had almost forgotten what a harmony is like.

Saw "The Fountain" tonight. My overall reaction was mehhhh. But I dunno, it was alright. Feling kind of the same way about this Thanksgiving weekend. Will reserve judgement though.

movie review: Waiting

The movie is about people who work in a restaraunt. It is full of very clever observations about what it is like to work in a restaraunt and the various kinds of relationships and dynamics that exist in such a setting. It's the kind of movie where you slap your knee and say "It's so true!." I know this because, like most people, I have had the amazing good fortune to have worked in a restaraunt at some point in my life. It was only for a couple of months, but that was enough for me. And basically my overall reaction to the entire experience was something along the lines of "So this is what the real world is like. Thank goodness I don't actually have to live in it." And that has basically been my opinion on the matter ever since-- there are people out there to whom waiting tables is their life. Tips and undercooked steakes and soda spills and rude customers are real problems to them, because that is how they supposrt their families and pay for school and get through the day and that is their life. I thought to myself that theirs were the real problems, and my problems were somehow more frivolous and selfish in comparisson. My papers and finals and beer pong were a product of my sheltered, priveleged existance. Basically I saw myself as in the bubble, while the whole rest of the world was outside it. But as I watched the movie Waiting, it started to occur to me that maybe everyone has their own bubble. Maybe the world is really more like a bunch of bubbles all squished together, and it is rare that anyone peer through their plastic walls into the others. We college students give ourselves a hard time about it, and we should, but what we shouldn't do it assume that we are the only ones guilty of this sin. Because I think that in the end, a civil war, a ten percent tip, and a midterm all amount to about the same. This may or may not be true.

There's obviously something wrong with him. He's taken off his shoes and one of his socks and... actually, I think he's crying.

It's Monday. I don't know who to vote for tomorrow, I miss my friends, I have 50 pages of Thoreau to read, and I think I'm in love with Margot.

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