XXXVIII. casablanca, n, a seaport in NW Morocco
I don't really know why you guys would be interested, but I'm kinda high right now.
Devora's friend Brandon smoked me out in exchange for some Vicadin (gosh, now that sounds like a familiar arrangement...) before we went to see Casablanca at this theater down on Shattuck that shows flashback movies on Thursday nights. I love that movie, so much; I haven't watched old movies much since about tenth grade, and since I was stoned, I was like hyperaware of everything about the shots and the effects and how poorly made old movies really are, and how much the stories have to compensate for that. I bet a lot of modern movies would be in no way compelling without all the technological advances we've made since 1942.
Also, Humphrey Bogart is really hot.
Also, I wish someone would call me 'kid'.
I just reread my own writing as 'since 1492', lawl.
Is this going to be less funny to me tomorrow morning?
I am sooooooo in love with Antony (of Antony and the Johnsons fame) Hegarty's voice. It is sooooo rich. I'm digging sort of folk-y, pop-y and/or post rock-y stuff so hard right now.
Sorry, this is going to sound really bitchy of me, and I know I don't usually complain about specific people (or situations) in my journal, but I really need to get it out right now. I'm really, incredibly sick of the pedantic tone this girl from down the hall always takes with me (and a lot of the people around us). Ironically, I realized how caustic/abrasive she truly is as she was condescendingly telling her roommate what 'caustic' meant. But it pisses me off so much, because she thinks she's an expert on drugs, and even though I am taking a class entitled Drugs and the Brain, she assumes I don't know anything. Gahhhh. I'm really frustrated.
Sorry. That was whiny.
I think I'm gonna go eat my candy. Hahaha.
I like Brandon a lot. He is super-cool.
I can't wait to party tomorrow night!!!
Devora's friend Brandon smoked me out in exchange for some Vicadin (gosh, now that sounds like a familiar arrangement...) before we went to see Casablanca at this theater down on Shattuck that shows flashback movies on Thursday nights. I love that movie, so much; I haven't watched old movies much since about tenth grade, and since I was stoned, I was like hyperaware of everything about the shots and the effects and how poorly made old movies really are, and how much the stories have to compensate for that. I bet a lot of modern movies would be in no way compelling without all the technological advances we've made since 1942.
Also, Humphrey Bogart is really hot.
Also, I wish someone would call me 'kid'.
I just reread my own writing as 'since 1492', lawl.
Is this going to be less funny to me tomorrow morning?
I am sooooooo in love with Antony (of Antony and the Johnsons fame) Hegarty's voice. It is sooooo rich. I'm digging sort of folk-y, pop-y and/or post rock-y stuff so hard right now.
Sorry, this is going to sound really bitchy of me, and I know I don't usually complain about specific people (or situations) in my journal, but I really need to get it out right now. I'm really, incredibly sick of the pedantic tone this girl from down the hall always takes with me (and a lot of the people around us). Ironically, I realized how caustic/abrasive she truly is as she was condescendingly telling her roommate what 'caustic' meant. But it pisses me off so much, because she thinks she's an expert on drugs, and even though I am taking a class entitled Drugs and the Brain, she assumes I don't know anything. Gahhhh. I'm really frustrated.
Sorry. That was whiny.
I think I'm gonna go eat my candy. Hahaha.
I like Brandon a lot. He is super-cool.
I can't wait to party tomorrow night!!!