Life gets better every day.
I mean, it really does, if you just stay that optimistic. Of course that's the tricky part, but these days my head feels like it's in the right place.
I love having free time. Love it love it love it. Maybe I'm just too hobby-ridden, but I love all the little activities I do if I have discretionary time to myself. Not semi-homework, semi-drunk, or semi-with people. Just me, having fun, with myself. So, though I really wanted to go somewhere for spring break (and will never forgive bells for existing, and Christianity for Good Friday and Easter. FUUUUUCK. ZOOOOMBIEE. JEEESSSSSUUUUUSSSS. And your damn institution too, seriously, FUCK YOU. (I feel that way sometimes around religious holidays but it's hard to express it without sounding racist against Christians or something... can't think of the proper word for that.)), I'm having a good time as is.
Since Thursday, I've: gone to bells, gone to Disneyland, partied, slept 10 hours, got high, tanned, read, partied, slept 10 hours, worked, tanned, read, got high, went to the symphony, partied, slept 10 hours, worked, seen a movie, wrote a tad, and am about to sleep 10 hours.
Still a damn good spring break, in my opinion! Especially with less than $100 in the bank. I'm feel pretty awesome. I love hanging out with myself.
Do wish more people were on break with me though :[
But it's okay because I have so much to read! :D
The symphony was amazing, it was a peak performance on Saturday. Barber was Barber, Gershwin was way more Gershwin than he's ever been ("Gershwind and Fire," as Spencer called it), but Beethoven... oh lord, that Pastoral symphony. I love playing it... it's unbeethovenly simple... but eh, I feel weird going off on classical music tangents when I know many of you fantastic people could school me in the subject. Bottom line: I love that piece, and that performance was staggeringly mind-blowing.
I like my job. Like, it's lame sometimes and it's fun sometimes, but it's growing on me. Like it's a job I like, and would work even though it feels like I get rock-bottom minimum wage. To me, working for a movie theater is like volunteering for an entity that distributes today's cutting-edge films and giving me easy access to them as a result... oh wait. Haha, not that the film industry is in the right (nor am I) about what's good in film, or whatever.
And, as always, I'm channeling my PMS into being a huge bitch about something I'm into... one of my hobbies, to return to my point. Fucking film. Up until tonight, I would have told you I had utterly depressed myself into a frenzy this week thinking about today's standard of a good movie, and the extent to which I disagreed with it, then the mental disarray from realizing I had such strong concern for movies.
Maybe I'm such expressing post-Avatar depression, but not the cute one where I loved the movie and just got that absorbed. Pretty much the complete opposite, which a bunch of you already know: Goddamn it, I hated that movie and hated James Cameron on a near-personal level for daring to make it. I have some support for this argument, but I don't really want to map it out... it's an entry unto itself. I'll just say: racist, imitation of art but not actual art, sell out, mass consumed sensational flurry.
Point being: that's been getting me down a little, and still would be... HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR TONIGHT! That new Dreamworks movie, How to Train Your Dragon, blew my mind!! Partly in that special way a good kids/family movie does, but partly because it's damn good and you all need to see it! All together, I feel even elements of film such as "visual effects" and more so "art direction" are not necessarily best when technology is at it's best. In my argument, I would cite this movie and Benjamin Button for support. So what if it didn't break dozens of records and cost millions upon millions of dollars to make. It used fantastic visual renderings IN THE NAME OF BEAUTY/ART/AESTHETICS. Alright, I'm really rambling on and don't feel like writing a lot more on the subject, so I'll just say: SEE THE DRAGON MOVIE. So funny, so heartwarming, so badass, so cute... you know, good stuff.
And Gerard Butler sports his greatest beard yet!
And as for Darrin, meh. I guess it's okay. Now that the storms passed, everything feels mildly win-win. In a selfish way, it's been introspective. I've been listening to a lot of Feist, if you know what I mean. Though I feel a little more like Broken Social Scene much of the time.
Happy break! Gimme a call if you want to hang out this week, I have a few fleeting obligations that can easily be ditched if more lively plans come up. No harm, no foul.
I never know what to end these wordy entries about nothing in particular with. I'll just say: There are a few too many consecutive paragraphs here approximately the same length, and that really bugs me for some reason. Especially in paperback books in tiny, ugly, fonts.
I love having free time. Love it love it love it. Maybe I'm just too hobby-ridden, but I love all the little activities I do if I have discretionary time to myself. Not semi-homework, semi-drunk, or semi-with people. Just me, having fun, with myself. So, though I really wanted to go somewhere for spring break (and will never forgive bells for existing, and Christianity for Good Friday and Easter. FUUUUUCK. ZOOOOMBIEE. JEEESSSSSUUUUUSSSS. And your damn institution too, seriously, FUCK YOU. (I feel that way sometimes around religious holidays but it's hard to express it without sounding racist against Christians or something... can't think of the proper word for that.)), I'm having a good time as is.
Since Thursday, I've: gone to bells, gone to Disneyland, partied, slept 10 hours, got high, tanned, read, partied, slept 10 hours, worked, tanned, read, got high, went to the symphony, partied, slept 10 hours, worked, seen a movie, wrote a tad, and am about to sleep 10 hours.
Still a damn good spring break, in my opinion! Especially with less than $100 in the bank. I'm feel pretty awesome. I love hanging out with myself.
Do wish more people were on break with me though :[
But it's okay because I have so much to read! :D
The symphony was amazing, it was a peak performance on Saturday. Barber was Barber, Gershwin was way more Gershwin than he's ever been ("Gershwind and Fire," as Spencer called it), but Beethoven... oh lord, that Pastoral symphony. I love playing it... it's unbeethovenly simple... but eh, I feel weird going off on classical music tangents when I know many of you fantastic people could school me in the subject. Bottom line: I love that piece, and that performance was staggeringly mind-blowing.
I like my job. Like, it's lame sometimes and it's fun sometimes, but it's growing on me. Like it's a job I like, and would work even though it feels like I get rock-bottom minimum wage. To me, working for a movie theater is like volunteering for an entity that distributes today's cutting-edge films and giving me easy access to them as a result... oh wait. Haha, not that the film industry is in the right (nor am I) about what's good in film, or whatever.
And, as always, I'm channeling my PMS into being a huge bitch about something I'm into... one of my hobbies, to return to my point. Fucking film. Up until tonight, I would have told you I had utterly depressed myself into a frenzy this week thinking about today's standard of a good movie, and the extent to which I disagreed with it, then the mental disarray from realizing I had such strong concern for movies.
Maybe I'm such expressing post-Avatar depression, but not the cute one where I loved the movie and just got that absorbed. Pretty much the complete opposite, which a bunch of you already know: Goddamn it, I hated that movie and hated James Cameron on a near-personal level for daring to make it. I have some support for this argument, but I don't really want to map it out... it's an entry unto itself. I'll just say: racist, imitation of art but not actual art, sell out, mass consumed sensational flurry.
Point being: that's been getting me down a little, and still would be... HAD IT NOT BEEN FOR TONIGHT! That new Dreamworks movie, How to Train Your Dragon, blew my mind!! Partly in that special way a good kids/family movie does, but partly because it's damn good and you all need to see it! All together, I feel even elements of film such as "visual effects" and more so "art direction" are not necessarily best when technology is at it's best. In my argument, I would cite this movie and Benjamin Button for support. So what if it didn't break dozens of records and cost millions upon millions of dollars to make. It used fantastic visual renderings IN THE NAME OF BEAUTY/ART/AESTHETICS. Alright, I'm really rambling on and don't feel like writing a lot more on the subject, so I'll just say: SEE THE DRAGON MOVIE. So funny, so heartwarming, so badass, so cute... you know, good stuff.
And Gerard Butler sports his greatest beard yet!
And as for Darrin, meh. I guess it's okay. Now that the storms passed, everything feels mildly win-win. In a selfish way, it's been introspective. I've been listening to a lot of Feist, if you know what I mean. Though I feel a little more like Broken Social Scene much of the time.
Happy break! Gimme a call if you want to hang out this week, I have a few fleeting obligations that can easily be ditched if more lively plans come up. No harm, no foul.
I never know what to end these wordy entries about nothing in particular with. I'll just say: There are a few too many consecutive paragraphs here approximately the same length, and that really bugs me for some reason. Especially in paperback books in tiny, ugly, fonts.