569: Back in Sac... but first, a meme from szandara
poetry
is life to me... reading a good poem is the closest I get to a religious experience. It purifies me and fills me with inspiration. Actually, it's like most works of art for me in that way, but poetry touches me even more intimately because I feel it has the greatest potential for honesty.
italian
La piu bella lingua in il mondo. Basically, I need to start taking Italian again--I really do feel it is very beautiful, for similar but also different reasons than French. It's those open vowels--but the music of French is it's subtelty; Italian is more forceful in its melody.
siblings
I don't know how it is for other people, but I'm not sure how to feel aboot my siblings: on the one hand, I feel I should love them or feel close to them or even know what's going on in their lives... but it all just makes me tired and sometimes, as with my mom, I wish they'd go away. Most days, though, I care what happens to them...*shrug*
cooking
I wish I could learn to do this properly. I mean, from the age of 9 I cooked Thanksgiving dinner all on my lonesome... but not necessarily from scratch. I look at a piece of meat and I could cook it, but I'm not entirely sure I'd be more than adequate at it... I'd like to be *awesome*. (sometimes, I do get really domestic...)
romance
A very intresting--but also very fucked-up--French movie... Catherine Breillat, the director, is such a bitch, but you gotta respect her for the unashamed ruthlessness of her vision.
As for the concept... well, I'm still trying to decide if I'm naturally slutty, or it is the fact that everytime I find a guy I really like, one of us moves away or something else happens. I've never really had much long-term, and now I'm at the point where I'd like to have something a little less... random.
But my idea of romance is prolly scewed: dinner and movies are great, but the true mettle of a gentleman is shown when I get drunk off my ass and his reaction to that can be telling...
If anybody wants five words from me, feel free to comment...
is life to me... reading a good poem is the closest I get to a religious experience. It purifies me and fills me with inspiration. Actually, it's like most works of art for me in that way, but poetry touches me even more intimately because I feel it has the greatest potential for honesty.
italian
La piu bella lingua in il mondo. Basically, I need to start taking Italian again--I really do feel it is very beautiful, for similar but also different reasons than French. It's those open vowels--but the music of French is it's subtelty; Italian is more forceful in its melody.
siblings
I don't know how it is for other people, but I'm not sure how to feel aboot my siblings: on the one hand, I feel I should love them or feel close to them or even know what's going on in their lives... but it all just makes me tired and sometimes, as with my mom, I wish they'd go away. Most days, though, I care what happens to them...*shrug*
cooking
I wish I could learn to do this properly. I mean, from the age of 9 I cooked Thanksgiving dinner all on my lonesome... but not necessarily from scratch. I look at a piece of meat and I could cook it, but I'm not entirely sure I'd be more than adequate at it... I'd like to be *awesome*. (sometimes, I do get really domestic...)
romance
A very intresting--but also very fucked-up--French movie... Catherine Breillat, the director, is such a bitch, but you gotta respect her for the unashamed ruthlessness of her vision.
As for the concept... well, I'm still trying to decide if I'm naturally slutty, or it is the fact that everytime I find a guy I really like, one of us moves away or something else happens. I've never really had much long-term, and now I'm at the point where I'd like to have something a little less... random.
But my idea of romance is prolly scewed: dinner and movies are great, but the true mettle of a gentleman is shown when I get drunk off my ass and his reaction to that can be telling...
If anybody wants five words from me, feel free to comment...