Last night at home, last thoughts.
So I'm watching "Rules of Attraction," the passable movie version of one of my favorite books. Shannon Sossamyn (spelling questionable) is radiant; so exotically beautiful and just...augh! just so gorgeous. I aspire to her absolute sensuality and seductiveness.
God she's cute.
I have a zit in the middle of my cheek and I really have no idea what to do with that. Today I got my haircut by this adorable woman named Elly at this salon downtown called Senses, and it was the best haircutting experience I've ever had in my life. I showed her the pictures that i had picked out, described what I wanted in my hair--"shag! I love lots and lots of shag! and ooh, thick bangs!"-- and she listened very carefully, played with my hair a bit, and then started throwing out words and expressions and adjectives like "This is a good haircut, but it lacks movement...I want to give it some body and life..." Oh, it was great. She spent all this time snipping the most random sections of my head, and she has the most beautiful wrists and hands, and she just looked so artful as she blow-dryed and cut and brushed.
"It's toe-tag time in Teenville tonight-- again."
Name that movie, somebody, I dare you.
This is such a lame entry. I'm at a loss as to what to write about though. I could write and write about anticipation and anxiety and excitement for school--seeing as I'm packing it up and shumming off tomorrow headed with bright-eyes towards that Sunset Boulevard on the horizon--but what's the point seeing as I could probably write something ten times as interesting once I get there. So this is what you all get. So this is what I get. Hm.
This movie-- this book--is what scares me about college. I don't want everything to be so jaded and indifferent, so painful or so...wrong. I mean granted, there should and there will be painful and wrong and inidifferent and jading moments in college, but I don't want to live my life that way, I don't want the experience to feel that way. And blah blah blah, life is what you make it... but...what if it's not? What if you get somewhere, and in spite of what you try to let happen, or how you approach things, they become inescapably...inescapably devoid of the pure moments or feelings of life? Nothing in this movie is pure or sacred, nothing is juvenile or new. It's all so...old. It's sallow, it's dulled, it's...it's... ugh I don't even want to fathom it. And I reach this conclusion just in time for Lauren, in the movie, to go down on her raunchy professor at his compltely tactless invitation to do so. This is not what I want my life to look like, this movie with it's clever soundtrack and everyones-good-looking cast... I mean, the good-looking wouldn't hurt....
I'm such a loser. In the words of Sean Bateman, "Rock and roll..."
God she's cute.
I have a zit in the middle of my cheek and I really have no idea what to do with that. Today I got my haircut by this adorable woman named Elly at this salon downtown called Senses, and it was the best haircutting experience I've ever had in my life. I showed her the pictures that i had picked out, described what I wanted in my hair--"shag! I love lots and lots of shag! and ooh, thick bangs!"-- and she listened very carefully, played with my hair a bit, and then started throwing out words and expressions and adjectives like "This is a good haircut, but it lacks movement...I want to give it some body and life..." Oh, it was great. She spent all this time snipping the most random sections of my head, and she has the most beautiful wrists and hands, and she just looked so artful as she blow-dryed and cut and brushed.
"It's toe-tag time in Teenville tonight-- again."
Name that movie, somebody, I dare you.
This is such a lame entry. I'm at a loss as to what to write about though. I could write and write about anticipation and anxiety and excitement for school--seeing as I'm packing it up and shumming off tomorrow headed with bright-eyes towards that Sunset Boulevard on the horizon--but what's the point seeing as I could probably write something ten times as interesting once I get there. So this is what you all get. So this is what I get. Hm.
This movie-- this book--is what scares me about college. I don't want everything to be so jaded and indifferent, so painful or so...wrong. I mean granted, there should and there will be painful and wrong and inidifferent and jading moments in college, but I don't want to live my life that way, I don't want the experience to feel that way. And blah blah blah, life is what you make it... but...what if it's not? What if you get somewhere, and in spite of what you try to let happen, or how you approach things, they become inescapably...inescapably devoid of the pure moments or feelings of life? Nothing in this movie is pure or sacred, nothing is juvenile or new. It's all so...old. It's sallow, it's dulled, it's...it's... ugh I don't even want to fathom it. And I reach this conclusion just in time for Lauren, in the movie, to go down on her raunchy professor at his compltely tactless invitation to do so. This is not what I want my life to look like, this movie with it's clever soundtrack and everyones-good-looking cast... I mean, the good-looking wouldn't hurt....
I'm such a loser. In the words of Sean Bateman, "Rock and roll..."