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So, tralala, it's December . . . And I feel like I should have something to say. But I don't, really. Except that Y Tu Mamá También es . . . well. Gratuitously sexual.
Granted, I can see some of the underlying social and cultural commentary. It's definitely there. Only, did they need that much sex to get the point across?
I suppose I shouldn't criticize, since I could never, ever make a film worth seeing (note our Snow Day Mystery from last year and the weird movie Sara, Nick, and I made sophomore year). But . . . Really.
Anyway . . . I really just want to read. Like, books books books books books! And no more chemistry labs. Because who really cares if I can perform a gravimetric analysis of an unknown compound? Or if I can calculate the heat of neutralization? The conceptual stuff in chemistry is cool, like finding out how things are made. I just don't like the math part.
Boooooooooooooooooooooooks. With plots. And no equations in them.
And cool clarinet solos, like the ones I sight read tonight by Spohr.
Granted, I can see some of the underlying social and cultural commentary. It's definitely there. Only, did they need that much sex to get the point across?
I suppose I shouldn't criticize, since I could never, ever make a film worth seeing (note our Snow Day Mystery from last year and the weird movie Sara, Nick, and I made sophomore year). But . . . Really.
Anyway . . . I really just want to read. Like, books books books books books! And no more chemistry labs. Because who really cares if I can perform a gravimetric analysis of an unknown compound? Or if I can calculate the heat of neutralization? The conceptual stuff in chemistry is cool, like finding out how things are made. I just don't like the math part.
Boooooooooooooooooooooooks. With plots. And no equations in them.
And cool clarinet solos, like the ones I sight read tonight by Spohr.