i'm heading back home
i had a very interesting, elaborate, dark and sort of scary dream this morning. it was fantastic, but i remember very little of it, even when i had just woken up. it had something to do with some religious organization that camped itself out in the woods somewhere and the demonic sacrific of a mass of naive young adults. there was some harry potter influence in there somewhere too, i think he was the hero of the story, but i woke up before he faced down the big bad. i know, it sounds like a straight-up horror film. or lonelygirl15. i think it may have been influenced by the anderson cooper special i was watching last night "what is a christian?" which i found for the most part extremely funny.
it's official as of 5:30 yesterday, my semester is over, and i am free of rider university for a little over a month or so. i have my own schedule these days. i've found its rather satisfying to eat a small breakfast around noon, lunch around 2, and then dinner at 5-6. i've respiffed up the journal, i am madly in love with this new layout, and i am back to a default icon i made myself that i am very happy with. i've been breaking out like crazy, so its a good that i don't see anyone but mom and dad these days. zefrank said recently that his mom used to say that zits were delayed reactions to stress, often showing weeks after the cause occurred. i always wondered why i would break out for no apparent reason.
i read the article on dreamgirls in vanity fair and there i got an unexpected sense of reassurance from it. it talked a lot about the director - the screenwriter for chicago, and the director of kinsey - , who was a latebloomer in film industry. it made me a feel a lot less anxious about getting involved in that field, for some its quick and gorgeous, but for most i'm sure its a slow rise. i have to remember to be patient, especially about things i haven't even started yet. anyway, mom is all excited about dreamgirls, wants to see at as a traditional new year's movie. it sounds like it'll be really good, though i'd prefer to see children of men, which also comes out christmas day.
and there was another article that had a similar effect on me, that is even more unusual, on why women aren't funny. there was a little bit of those scientific surveys, but mostly it was done in that speculative, philosophical and hilariously obscene manner of vanity fair. ultimately the conclusion they came to was that women aren't generally as funny as men because they don't need to be and that men sort of don't want them to be. a woman calling a man funny is the equivalent of a man calling a woman pretty, because really, what else do guys have going for them? there's so much emphasis on humor in courtship, clearly i 've been stressing myself out over nothing. i really haven't been thinking straight up till now, have i?
so i think for the first time in my life i'm going to make a new year's resolution. knowing me of course, its going to be entirely vain. and i'm going to say them now so i don't forget. i want to get myself a fucking amazing body, and a good, rich tan to go with it. i really miss my tan. which means i want to make myself far more active and starting much earlier, no more waiting until the summer to play tennis again. i miss how much i love to sweat. and the hair is gonna be long again, that's not really so much a resolution but simply a definite. i'm just so sick of horrible hair cuts and this latest one has only strengthened my conviction. i don't know quite what i'm going to do about the color, while i want to be growing out a fresh batch of virgin hair, i'm probably going to dye it my natural color is that i don't have an annoying splotch of light brown in my way. i miss my long hair, i miss the romance.
it's official as of 5:30 yesterday, my semester is over, and i am free of rider university for a little over a month or so. i have my own schedule these days. i've found its rather satisfying to eat a small breakfast around noon, lunch around 2, and then dinner at 5-6. i've respiffed up the journal, i am madly in love with this new layout, and i am back to a default icon i made myself that i am very happy with. i've been breaking out like crazy, so its a good that i don't see anyone but mom and dad these days. zefrank said recently that his mom used to say that zits were delayed reactions to stress, often showing weeks after the cause occurred. i always wondered why i would break out for no apparent reason.
i read the article on dreamgirls in vanity fair and there i got an unexpected sense of reassurance from it. it talked a lot about the director - the screenwriter for chicago, and the director of kinsey - , who was a latebloomer in film industry. it made me a feel a lot less anxious about getting involved in that field, for some its quick and gorgeous, but for most i'm sure its a slow rise. i have to remember to be patient, especially about things i haven't even started yet. anyway, mom is all excited about dreamgirls, wants to see at as a traditional new year's movie. it sounds like it'll be really good, though i'd prefer to see children of men, which also comes out christmas day.
and there was another article that had a similar effect on me, that is even more unusual, on why women aren't funny. there was a little bit of those scientific surveys, but mostly it was done in that speculative, philosophical and hilariously obscene manner of vanity fair. ultimately the conclusion they came to was that women aren't generally as funny as men because they don't need to be and that men sort of don't want them to be. a woman calling a man funny is the equivalent of a man calling a woman pretty, because really, what else do guys have going for them? there's so much emphasis on humor in courtship, clearly i 've been stressing myself out over nothing. i really haven't been thinking straight up till now, have i?
so i think for the first time in my life i'm going to make a new year's resolution. knowing me of course, its going to be entirely vain. and i'm going to say them now so i don't forget. i want to get myself a fucking amazing body, and a good, rich tan to go with it. i really miss my tan. which means i want to make myself far more active and starting much earlier, no more waiting until the summer to play tennis again. i miss how much i love to sweat. and the hair is gonna be long again, that's not really so much a resolution but simply a definite. i'm just so sick of horrible hair cuts and this latest one has only strengthened my conviction. i don't know quite what i'm going to do about the color, while i want to be growing out a fresh batch of virgin hair, i'm probably going to dye it my natural color is that i don't have an annoying splotch of light brown in my way. i miss my long hair, i miss the romance.