we need to make friends with the insects
Alors, I have not written in the delightful world that is livejournal for quite some time. There will be no apologies because no apologies are due.
Just finished reading Willa Cather’s “A Wagner Matinee”, a truly wonderful piece of literature and even though it was an assigned reading and therefore cannot be considered a true “sit down and read something” moment, I still enjoyed it profusely. Willa Cather has always been one of those authors I secretly love and admire and never speak of to anyone merely and pathetically (on my part) because I want her all to myself and I do not want anyone else’s opinions of neither her nor her literature clouding my already established and personally accepted view of her. That is all I am going to say on the topic because I have already revealed too much. :: personal ode to willa cather::
I watched Mars Attacks (exclamation point? I am not sure, so I will not risk it and point one) earlier today…by far my favorite Tim Burton film. It has one of those all-star (did I just write “all-star”?...:::shudder:::) casts and is such a well done spoof of alien invasion movies that you take it seriously sometimes. What I find most interesting about spoofs is that you cannot make fun of them, because, well they are in essence already making fun of what you the audience would make fun of if it were a serious movie, but it is not.
It really bothers me to write about anything that is merely reporting what I already know to people who already know about it anyway, but, I will talk about last night’s semi-formal. Hmm, well, I really wish I were done going to high school dances but alas, I am still in high school so, I feel compelled to go so I do not look back on high school twenty years from now and regret not going to the tacky and overly anticipated events that are reserved for people who have no life, namely, everyone in high school. Well, I was surprised how many people attended and even more surprised that the school put up a tiki man on top of the “tree of life” near the concession stand, made my night I don’t know about everyone else. Kudos to my mother for making me straps for my dress. Small pink ribbon straps really are the difference between a holy names whore and a holy names prodigy. Yes, I think so.
I know I am going to end up doing my history case study Wednesday night, so I am not going to procrastinate about it, because I know I will anyway. Instead, I am going to go watch/listen to the Amelie commentary which almost rivals the lotr’s commentary with the hobbits (will I never be able to not related everyone to lotr? I think not). Want so much to see more of Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s films.
note: many, most, fine, all of these were taken through a car window so please spare the photographic criticism. it was either that, or standing on the edge of the highway where the speed limit is 80mph. Trust me, I tried it, it was scary.
Just finished reading Willa Cather’s “A Wagner Matinee”, a truly wonderful piece of literature and even though it was an assigned reading and therefore cannot be considered a true “sit down and read something” moment, I still enjoyed it profusely. Willa Cather has always been one of those authors I secretly love and admire and never speak of to anyone merely and pathetically (on my part) because I want her all to myself and I do not want anyone else’s opinions of neither her nor her literature clouding my already established and personally accepted view of her. That is all I am going to say on the topic because I have already revealed too much. :: personal ode to willa cather::
I watched Mars Attacks (exclamation point? I am not sure, so I will not risk it and point one) earlier today…by far my favorite Tim Burton film. It has one of those all-star (did I just write “all-star”?...:::shudder:::) casts and is such a well done spoof of alien invasion movies that you take it seriously sometimes. What I find most interesting about spoofs is that you cannot make fun of them, because, well they are in essence already making fun of what you the audience would make fun of if it were a serious movie, but it is not.
It really bothers me to write about anything that is merely reporting what I already know to people who already know about it anyway, but, I will talk about last night’s semi-formal. Hmm, well, I really wish I were done going to high school dances but alas, I am still in high school so, I feel compelled to go so I do not look back on high school twenty years from now and regret not going to the tacky and overly anticipated events that are reserved for people who have no life, namely, everyone in high school. Well, I was surprised how many people attended and even more surprised that the school put up a tiki man on top of the “tree of life” near the concession stand, made my night I don’t know about everyone else. Kudos to my mother for making me straps for my dress. Small pink ribbon straps really are the difference between a holy names whore and a holy names prodigy. Yes, I think so.
I know I am going to end up doing my history case study Wednesday night, so I am not going to procrastinate about it, because I know I will anyway. Instead, I am going to go watch/listen to the Amelie commentary which almost rivals the lotr’s commentary with the hobbits (will I never be able to not related everyone to lotr? I think not). Want so much to see more of Jean-Pierre Jeunet’s films.
note: many, most, fine, all of these were taken through a car window so please spare the photographic criticism. it was either that, or standing on the edge of the highway where the speed limit is 80mph. Trust me, I tried it, it was scary.