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A real update! :-o
I enjoy MTV and VH1, but dear gods I’m getting sick hearing Stacy’s Mom every five minutes (After Hours and Insomniac Music Theater, respectively ;-) the only time they actually play videos). It was kinda funny the first time, but it’s a freaking *novelty song*. It needs to die a very quick death. Now.
In Te’s Other Media Thoughts:
--Despite not having seen the first two, I’m tempted to see Scary Movie 3. The trailers just look amusing.
--Adding to my road trip CD list: Puddle of Mudd (is it just me or does their lead singer look disturbingly like Kurt Cobain, only not strung out?) I’ve heard a couple of their songs over the past couple months, one softer song and one more rock, and I’ve really liked them both. Also a possibility: P.O.D. I haven’t liked all of their stuff, but their newest song I like and Youth of the Nation still gives them major points with me.
--When my Dad gets back into town, we’re going to go see Mystic River. The reviews I’ve read have all be positive, enormously so. Now, I’ve never actually seen “extreme existential angst” listed as a reason for an R rating before. This makes me at the same time kinda worried and morbidly curious.
I had another really enjoyable conversation with Lynn today. It was very light-hearted and fun, the kind of exchange that reminded me of before. My reaction to this is understandable: I’m on something of an emotional high right now. I’ve been warned and cautioned against attaching my happiness to her (half of which I did to myself), and I honestly don’t think that’s what I’m doing. Being able to have this relationship come back to a place where we can be so comfortable with each other makes me ecstatic (that doesn’t mean there aren’t slightly awkward areas, but still). But I think my happiness isn’t as inextricably linked to her as it once was.
Now, I know Lynn reads my LJ, so even I can’t be sure some of this isn’t wishful thinking, or me unconsciously trying to influence the whole thing, but I know I *feel* different than I did. And I think I’ve been feeling this way since we saw each other. I feel . . . independent.
I have no idea where this relationship is going. We might end up together again, or we might just end up being the closest friends can possibly be, but I think I know now that I can be really and truly happy either way. . .
--Te
I enjoy MTV and VH1, but dear gods I’m getting sick hearing Stacy’s Mom every five minutes (After Hours and Insomniac Music Theater, respectively ;-) the only time they actually play videos). It was kinda funny the first time, but it’s a freaking *novelty song*. It needs to die a very quick death. Now.
In Te’s Other Media Thoughts:
--Despite not having seen the first two, I’m tempted to see Scary Movie 3. The trailers just look amusing.
--Adding to my road trip CD list: Puddle of Mudd (is it just me or does their lead singer look disturbingly like Kurt Cobain, only not strung out?) I’ve heard a couple of their songs over the past couple months, one softer song and one more rock, and I’ve really liked them both. Also a possibility: P.O.D. I haven’t liked all of their stuff, but their newest song I like and Youth of the Nation still gives them major points with me.
--When my Dad gets back into town, we’re going to go see Mystic River. The reviews I’ve read have all be positive, enormously so. Now, I’ve never actually seen “extreme existential angst” listed as a reason for an R rating before. This makes me at the same time kinda worried and morbidly curious.
I had another really enjoyable conversation with Lynn today. It was very light-hearted and fun, the kind of exchange that reminded me of before. My reaction to this is understandable: I’m on something of an emotional high right now. I’ve been warned and cautioned against attaching my happiness to her (half of which I did to myself), and I honestly don’t think that’s what I’m doing. Being able to have this relationship come back to a place where we can be so comfortable with each other makes me ecstatic (that doesn’t mean there aren’t slightly awkward areas, but still). But I think my happiness isn’t as inextricably linked to her as it once was.
Now, I know Lynn reads my LJ, so even I can’t be sure some of this isn’t wishful thinking, or me unconsciously trying to influence the whole thing, but I know I *feel* different than I did. And I think I’ve been feeling this way since we saw each other. I feel . . . independent.
I have no idea where this relationship is going. We might end up together again, or we might just end up being the closest friends can possibly be, but I think I know now that I can be really and truly happy either way. . .
--Te