Baffled.
I just watched a movie called 'Stay' with my parents. My mom's immediate assessment of the movie was summarized in one word: "Stupid" but I can't help but feeling as if there was something amazingly profound there that I'm just not quite putting together, and it's bugging me. One reason it bugs me is that I don't like feeling as if I'm missing something. But the real reason is this: I can't help but wonder if that's the point of the movie.
I can't decide if this makes me dense or perceptive, or something else entirely. I feel slightly less than perfectly sane. Everyone in the movie was, too.
In other news, I have three roommates who have signed the lease making it official: I'm moving upstairs next year, living with my current roommate, plus her friend, plus a girl I have never met. All I know is this: she is fluent in french, currently living in France, and trusts her parents enough to make a decision about where she will be living for her. Plus I've heard nice things about her. And she shares my first name, so automatically that means two things. There will be a good deal of amusing confusion next year, and she must be great, because, hey: nobody has my name and isn't great. *attempts to appear extremely superior and fails miserably*
Well, that's not *exactly* true. But anyway.
Seems strange to me: I'm not actually worried for one thing (kind of excited, actually), but I feel like I ought to be. *shrugs*
I can't decide if this makes me dense or perceptive, or something else entirely. I feel slightly less than perfectly sane. Everyone in the movie was, too.
In other news, I have three roommates who have signed the lease making it official: I'm moving upstairs next year, living with my current roommate, plus her friend, plus a girl I have never met. All I know is this: she is fluent in french, currently living in France, and trusts her parents enough to make a decision about where she will be living for her. Plus I've heard nice things about her. And she shares my first name, so automatically that means two things. There will be a good deal of amusing confusion next year, and she must be great, because, hey: nobody has my name and isn't great. *attempts to appear extremely superior and fails miserably*
Well, that's not *exactly* true. But anyway.
Seems strange to me: I'm not actually worried for one thing (kind of excited, actually), but I feel like I ought to be. *shrugs*