Soon to be Bouncing, Entry 4
it is one minute before one o'clock on this glorious sunday afternoon. I am stuck upstairs in our cape house while my parents and sister have a long talk about the nature of life/existence/needham high school down by the pool (or down by the bay where the watermelons grow, if you will ... only we have a pool, with chlorine and stuff, not a bay ... we do havea cranberry bog though). at some point in the near future, I will force my way downstairs and go swimming damnit. but not this second. I spent last night going on a quest for ice cream with my mom. we went to the super sketchy quik mart in the super sketchy mall near the graveyeard, but all their ice cream sucked hardcore. the only plus was that this guy who worked there had a "duckhunt" shirt on (owen dear, you had better read and appreciate this). I wanted so badly to go over and say, "hello duckhunt!" and see what he did. but I feel the other patrons might not like me after that. especially because this guy already looked stoned/confused/not two-minded as to whether he would maul me with the cash regsister if I pissed him off. anyway, we eventually found good ice cream at an equally weird grocery store further down the highway. weird because it said "star market" on the outside and "shaws" on all the bags and checkout counters. plus we used that manuel check-yourself-out machine and it totally freaked out when my mom put her purse on the scanner for like ten seconds. very strange. but the long and short is that our odyssey was successful, took less than ten years, and yielded positive results.
I then proceeded to eat two (not one, but two ... as d'artagnan might say in "the man in the iron mask" ... utterly brilliant movie according both to me and the cast of "the fantasticks") ice cream sandwiches. hoorah for long parentheticals that deal death blows to elsewise good sentences. whilst consuming said foodstuffs, I watched two very different movies. the first was "rob roy," this 1995 flick with liam neeson (whose very toes deserve worship) and jessica lange (who is just hot in a butch scotswoman way). anyway, this was actually a very good movie. tim roth plays this prancing, flamboyant dude who you write off as, well, a prancing, flamboyant dude in fabulous duds. but as it turns out, once the noblemen in funny wigs give this dude a sword, he turns totally deadly. he also has perfect aim and is calculating, eriee, and apaprently quite steller in the sack. in other words, I want to be so cool. only minus the fact that his character is not very nice. anyway, tim roth was clearly awesome and got nominated for much awards, including oscar. how I love you, imdb. but the movie itself was just generally sweet. it was like "braveheart" without all the pretension and epic flourishes that piss you off. it was just this very simple story and this very captivating portrait of eighteenth century life in scotland. actually, what made me decide I liked it was the fact that the big duel between tim roth and liam neeson took place in the basement of this manor, in front of myabe six people, and with no background music. no kidding, they fought in totoal silence. and it rocked. however, there were a couple intensely disturbing scenes, so I flipped out to emily over AIM ... who told me to turn it off on multiple occasions. but I persevered.
that was the first film. the second film was a tape of the 2001 broadway production of "jc superstar." that show is absolutely my guilty pleasure. I am aware that it's not really that good, but the music is just so damn catchy ... in that annoying andrew lloyd weber way. plus it is super good to dance to. and oddly enough, I really liked this rendition of it. that I could watch two movies in one night and not despise at least one with a burning fiery passion is very unusual, as many well know. basically, they set this "superstar" in the inner city. there was graffiti everywhere, the apostles had green hair, you get the idea. pilate was this creepy military man who looked like a cross between juan peron and ben oelkers in "the labyrinth" and the preists, for some odd reason, had catholic priests' collars. I thought that was a little odd, as the romans kept referring to them as jews, but whatevs. that was all fixed by how good judas, simon, caiaphas, and annas were. the show also won on the stark, complelling imagery. it felt bizarrely anachronistic a lot of the time; but each of the individual elements just captured the mood-of-the-moment so effectively that you didn't really care. the use of backlighting was also SEXY.
so it was a generally positive cinematic evening. I also spent a lot of time reading roger ebert's webpage (yes, I am an utter movie fanatic). I seriously adore that man. as movie critics go, I care what he and a. o. scott from the ny times think. everyone else ... meh. although the guy in the globe occasionally strikes my fancy. but if you are looking for a fantastic laugh, go to: rogerebert.suntimes.com and search for his reveiws of "deuce bigalow: european giglo" and "stealth." I was eating some baby carrots as I read those ... big fucking mistake. I think some of said baby carrots came out of my nose. well, if it is not already obvious, I am seriously enjoying languishing in the sun and placating my inner movie critic, rather than actually getting ready to drive to princeton with caleb. I plan to kick into hardcore packing mode on monday. but emily gets some definite credit for upping my back-to-school anticipation even further (I wasn't sure it was possible, but what do you know). I actually enjoy packing in this odd sort of way, as I always want to see if I can do a better job than I have done previously. my packing goal this year is to NOT OVERPACK BECAUSE NICOLE AND I WILL HAVE NO SPACE AS IS.
holy shit, I just remembered this wacked out dream I had. there was this building between where scully and 1922 are and my friend georgie was living there with some professor, but she decided to transfer to harvard (where she is in real life). so nicole, allison, and I got dibs (for no apparent reason) on this amazing suite that looked like my aunt's apartment on fifth avenue in new york. but somehow, my attempt to convince them to move (nicole was not convinced) turned into me committing these weird crimes and then going to class dressed as king arthur in fishnets. it was very confusing...
anyway, I think I am now permitted to go down to the pool and it is now 1:35. I am currently listening to the song "building" by unbelievable truth, which always makes me think of "hamlet" (awesome play experience during my sophomore year at milton). I probably shouldn't listen though, as it also has this uncanny ability to make me cry like a crocodile. well, the great packing challenge will begin tomorrow, as will the craziness and the great expectations (not the money kind). junior year should be interesting. I remember that I went into sophomore year thinking I knew everything, which of course turned out to not be the case at all. silly me. so this year, I'll go in with something of an open mind at least and hope that, as a pleasant surprise, I will discover that I do in fact know everything and that I can make the earth teeter on its axis. hey, you never know.
enjoy the rest of the weekend! love!
JULIA :)
"the duke and the fish creature arrive in the forest and, for no apparent reason, perform a two-man, underwater verison of Uncle Vanya" -the compleat works of wllm skspr
I then proceeded to eat two (not one, but two ... as d'artagnan might say in "the man in the iron mask" ... utterly brilliant movie according both to me and the cast of "the fantasticks") ice cream sandwiches. hoorah for long parentheticals that deal death blows to elsewise good sentences. whilst consuming said foodstuffs, I watched two very different movies. the first was "rob roy," this 1995 flick with liam neeson (whose very toes deserve worship) and jessica lange (who is just hot in a butch scotswoman way). anyway, this was actually a very good movie. tim roth plays this prancing, flamboyant dude who you write off as, well, a prancing, flamboyant dude in fabulous duds. but as it turns out, once the noblemen in funny wigs give this dude a sword, he turns totally deadly. he also has perfect aim and is calculating, eriee, and apaprently quite steller in the sack. in other words, I want to be so cool. only minus the fact that his character is not very nice. anyway, tim roth was clearly awesome and got nominated for much awards, including oscar. how I love you, imdb. but the movie itself was just generally sweet. it was like "braveheart" without all the pretension and epic flourishes that piss you off. it was just this very simple story and this very captivating portrait of eighteenth century life in scotland. actually, what made me decide I liked it was the fact that the big duel between tim roth and liam neeson took place in the basement of this manor, in front of myabe six people, and with no background music. no kidding, they fought in totoal silence. and it rocked. however, there were a couple intensely disturbing scenes, so I flipped out to emily over AIM ... who told me to turn it off on multiple occasions. but I persevered.
that was the first film. the second film was a tape of the 2001 broadway production of "jc superstar." that show is absolutely my guilty pleasure. I am aware that it's not really that good, but the music is just so damn catchy ... in that annoying andrew lloyd weber way. plus it is super good to dance to. and oddly enough, I really liked this rendition of it. that I could watch two movies in one night and not despise at least one with a burning fiery passion is very unusual, as many well know. basically, they set this "superstar" in the inner city. there was graffiti everywhere, the apostles had green hair, you get the idea. pilate was this creepy military man who looked like a cross between juan peron and ben oelkers in "the labyrinth" and the preists, for some odd reason, had catholic priests' collars. I thought that was a little odd, as the romans kept referring to them as jews, but whatevs. that was all fixed by how good judas, simon, caiaphas, and annas were. the show also won on the stark, complelling imagery. it felt bizarrely anachronistic a lot of the time; but each of the individual elements just captured the mood-of-the-moment so effectively that you didn't really care. the use of backlighting was also SEXY.
so it was a generally positive cinematic evening. I also spent a lot of time reading roger ebert's webpage (yes, I am an utter movie fanatic). I seriously adore that man. as movie critics go, I care what he and a. o. scott from the ny times think. everyone else ... meh. although the guy in the globe occasionally strikes my fancy. but if you are looking for a fantastic laugh, go to: rogerebert.suntimes.com and search for his reveiws of "deuce bigalow: european giglo" and "stealth." I was eating some baby carrots as I read those ... big fucking mistake. I think some of said baby carrots came out of my nose. well, if it is not already obvious, I am seriously enjoying languishing in the sun and placating my inner movie critic, rather than actually getting ready to drive to princeton with caleb. I plan to kick into hardcore packing mode on monday. but emily gets some definite credit for upping my back-to-school anticipation even further (I wasn't sure it was possible, but what do you know). I actually enjoy packing in this odd sort of way, as I always want to see if I can do a better job than I have done previously. my packing goal this year is to NOT OVERPACK BECAUSE NICOLE AND I WILL HAVE NO SPACE AS IS.
holy shit, I just remembered this wacked out dream I had. there was this building between where scully and 1922 are and my friend georgie was living there with some professor, but she decided to transfer to harvard (where she is in real life). so nicole, allison, and I got dibs (for no apparent reason) on this amazing suite that looked like my aunt's apartment on fifth avenue in new york. but somehow, my attempt to convince them to move (nicole was not convinced) turned into me committing these weird crimes and then going to class dressed as king arthur in fishnets. it was very confusing...
anyway, I think I am now permitted to go down to the pool and it is now 1:35. I am currently listening to the song "building" by unbelievable truth, which always makes me think of "hamlet" (awesome play experience during my sophomore year at milton). I probably shouldn't listen though, as it also has this uncanny ability to make me cry like a crocodile. well, the great packing challenge will begin tomorrow, as will the craziness and the great expectations (not the money kind). junior year should be interesting. I remember that I went into sophomore year thinking I knew everything, which of course turned out to not be the case at all. silly me. so this year, I'll go in with something of an open mind at least and hope that, as a pleasant surprise, I will discover that I do in fact know everything and that I can make the earth teeter on its axis. hey, you never know.
enjoy the rest of the weekend! love!
JULIA :)
"the duke and the fish creature arrive in the forest and, for no apparent reason, perform a two-man, underwater verison of Uncle Vanya" -the compleat works of wllm skspr