nothing is funnier than 20 belly dancers singing Arabic out of tune together in a bathroom
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I am proud of myself-I wrote my letters for the week, one each to my state representatives asking them to introduce legislation leading toward Washington's divestment from businesses operating in Sudan.
My roommate is one crazy cat. On Friday, I refused to get up from my nap because my bed was warm, so she crawled on top of me to shut off the heat and open the window to force me to get up and work. Yesterday morning, she tucked me in on the way to her fencing tournament (where she took first place!) because I'd thrown all my covers onto the ground. Today, she threw sock balls at me to keep me from falling asleep while reading.
Registration started last week, and the process created much academic upheaval. My Spanish class filled up on the first day, so I am faced with the choice of taking a seminar on Revolutions in the Third World with a professor recommended by flyingfree42 that counts only for Global Studies, or a lecture on Visual Culture with my History of Photography professor (who will be leaving at the end of this year) that counts for both Global Studies and a potential minor in Art History. After realizing that I only need to overload next semester to earn an additional minor, I decided to register for Visual Culture and perhaps audit the class on revolutions if I have the time. I understand that a minor will get me nowhere in the Real World, but I think I will go for it anyway; if only I'd known as freshman what I know now, I could have been a triple major instead of simply a double with a minor.
Last night, I saw Shopgirl with Souzana and her friend, Nick. We were originally planning to see The Squid and The Whale, but the show was sold out. Settling for Shopgirl was fine with me; I'd seen the preview so many times that the movie had begun to actually sound appealing (Eek! I have fallen prey to marketing!).
Shopgirl tells the story of Mirabelle, a lonely, LA sales associate who must choose between Jeremy, a quirky, awkward youth with no foreseeable future and Ray, a rich, older man who only wants to use her. The ending can be predicted the moment the rivals for Mirabelle are both introduced into the story line, but the ride to the end is smooth and enjoyable. While Shopgirl is a romantic comedy (a genre which I don't prefer), it is tasteful while still being humorous. Personally, I wanted to give Jeremy a giant hug for trying so hard to win Mirabelle's affections by taking her to the movies without actually going in and "reading self-help books on tape" to learn how to woo her. Many of the visuals were well done, with scenes split back and forth to show the parallels between characters, and the director practically shoved symbols relating to the notion of "buying" down the throats of the audience. If you need a light-hearted escape for an hour and a half, venture into the world of Sachs Fifth Avenue, but you can wait until it comes out on video. (On a side note, Souzana and I were amused at the amount of stock footage used for the scenes set in Seattle, where it was always raining in the movie).
Nic and Yael invited me to go out to dinner with their neighbors this evening, who I like, but lack excuses to hang out with them. It frustrates me that I feel so constrained as to require a social enabler to be able to associate with other people. Why can't I invite a classmate to a movie or a friend of a friend out for coffee? It shouldn't feel strange, but it does. Is it that it makes me seem desperate, reaching out to those that I don't know as well? Do I recognize that we already have our groups of friends, and I don't want to rock the boat? What is my problem?
I am proud of myself-I wrote my letters for the week, one each to my state representatives asking them to introduce legislation leading toward Washington's divestment from businesses operating in Sudan.
My roommate is one crazy cat. On Friday, I refused to get up from my nap because my bed was warm, so she crawled on top of me to shut off the heat and open the window to force me to get up and work. Yesterday morning, she tucked me in on the way to her fencing tournament (where she took first place!) because I'd thrown all my covers onto the ground. Today, she threw sock balls at me to keep me from falling asleep while reading.
Registration started last week, and the process created much academic upheaval. My Spanish class filled up on the first day, so I am faced with the choice of taking a seminar on Revolutions in the Third World with a professor recommended by flyingfree42 that counts only for Global Studies, or a lecture on Visual Culture with my History of Photography professor (who will be leaving at the end of this year) that counts for both Global Studies and a potential minor in Art History. After realizing that I only need to overload next semester to earn an additional minor, I decided to register for Visual Culture and perhaps audit the class on revolutions if I have the time. I understand that a minor will get me nowhere in the Real World, but I think I will go for it anyway; if only I'd known as freshman what I know now, I could have been a triple major instead of simply a double with a minor.
Last night, I saw Shopgirl with Souzana and her friend, Nick. We were originally planning to see The Squid and The Whale, but the show was sold out. Settling for Shopgirl was fine with me; I'd seen the preview so many times that the movie had begun to actually sound appealing (Eek! I have fallen prey to marketing!).
Shopgirl tells the story of Mirabelle, a lonely, LA sales associate who must choose between Jeremy, a quirky, awkward youth with no foreseeable future and Ray, a rich, older man who only wants to use her. The ending can be predicted the moment the rivals for Mirabelle are both introduced into the story line, but the ride to the end is smooth and enjoyable. While Shopgirl is a romantic comedy (a genre which I don't prefer), it is tasteful while still being humorous. Personally, I wanted to give Jeremy a giant hug for trying so hard to win Mirabelle's affections by taking her to the movies without actually going in and "reading self-help books on tape" to learn how to woo her. Many of the visuals were well done, with scenes split back and forth to show the parallels between characters, and the director practically shoved symbols relating to the notion of "buying" down the throats of the audience. If you need a light-hearted escape for an hour and a half, venture into the world of Sachs Fifth Avenue, but you can wait until it comes out on video. (On a side note, Souzana and I were amused at the amount of stock footage used for the scenes set in Seattle, where it was always raining in the movie).
Nic and Yael invited me to go out to dinner with their neighbors this evening, who I like, but lack excuses to hang out with them. It frustrates me that I feel so constrained as to require a social enabler to be able to associate with other people. Why can't I invite a classmate to a movie or a friend of a friend out for coffee? It shouldn't feel strange, but it does. Is it that it makes me seem desperate, reaching out to those that I don't know as well? Do I recognize that we already have our groups of friends, and I don't want to rock the boat? What is my problem?