...both dark and deep....
Watched What Dreams May Come tonight (and those who know Eric Whitacre should now recognize the title of this entry) and cried about... 9 times. In the course of one 113 minute movie. For those who haven't seen it, do. It's a heartstring tugger, but more importantly, it's a visual masterpiece. Some of the most brilliant cinemagraphic techniques I've ever seen in a film, and the product is simply exquisite. Honestly, you could turn off the sound and just gaze at the film, but then you'd miss the soundtrack, which is magnificent as well.
Tonight is Gary and my's 2 year, 8 month anniversary. Coincidently, mom and I had a big chat when she called earlier today about where I think the future of our relationship is going (she likes to check up every few months or so) and it left me optimistic. I think of how different my life is ending up than I'd planned 3 years ago, and I'm still happy. Because honestly, who says the person I was 3 years ago knew any more about how my life should be than I do now?
So I got myself into a right sappy mood, which was quickly drained by another 4 hours or so of tedious, mind-sucking work on my research, and then, because I was so drained I blew off Gary when he asked if I wanted to talk tonight and told him he should go hang out with friends instead. Bother, I wish he wouldn't have agreed so easily. So when all was said and done, I ended up in comfy PJs with a cuppa green tea and the world's saddest movie (possibly second only to City of Angels, but I believe it gives it a run for its money) celebrating our anniversary by myself. Not like it's his fault, but I wish now that he'd pick up his phone... probably at the movies, though.
I should just go to sleep, but I don't want the weekend to end, because then I'll have to be held accountable for all the work I didn't do this weekend. Which is a pretty lousy excuse, really.
I <3 Huckabees is next on my list of movies as I work my way through Family Video's 2/$1 section. Maybe tomorrow or the night after, depending on how much work I can do during the day. Also, today was the second day in a row that I wasn't able to go out and jog, even though the weather was nice. I really should have just made time for it and finished up the research when I got back, but there were all sorts of convenient excuses to be made. Tomorrow, though. I do actually tend to miss it when I haven't gone in too long. Never thought I would, and maybe it won't last, but I guess it's a blessing for now.
As I surrender unto sleep...
Tonight is Gary and my's 2 year, 8 month anniversary. Coincidently, mom and I had a big chat when she called earlier today about where I think the future of our relationship is going (she likes to check up every few months or so) and it left me optimistic. I think of how different my life is ending up than I'd planned 3 years ago, and I'm still happy. Because honestly, who says the person I was 3 years ago knew any more about how my life should be than I do now?
So I got myself into a right sappy mood, which was quickly drained by another 4 hours or so of tedious, mind-sucking work on my research, and then, because I was so drained I blew off Gary when he asked if I wanted to talk tonight and told him he should go hang out with friends instead. Bother, I wish he wouldn't have agreed so easily. So when all was said and done, I ended up in comfy PJs with a cuppa green tea and the world's saddest movie (possibly second only to City of Angels, but I believe it gives it a run for its money) celebrating our anniversary by myself. Not like it's his fault, but I wish now that he'd pick up his phone... probably at the movies, though.
I should just go to sleep, but I don't want the weekend to end, because then I'll have to be held accountable for all the work I didn't do this weekend. Which is a pretty lousy excuse, really.
I <3 Huckabees is next on my list of movies as I work my way through Family Video's 2/$1 section. Maybe tomorrow or the night after, depending on how much work I can do during the day. Also, today was the second day in a row that I wasn't able to go out and jog, even though the weather was nice. I really should have just made time for it and finished up the research when I got back, but there were all sorts of convenient excuses to be made. Tomorrow, though. I do actually tend to miss it when I haven't gone in too long. Never thought I would, and maybe it won't last, but I guess it's a blessing for now.
As I surrender unto sleep...