I'm in a New York State of Mind
In the past five days I've been to the movies twice: once for The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, once for The Descent--and had a surprisingly good time at both. I didn't think I'd find Talladega Nights remotely funny, but I laughed my ass off. The Descent wins the award for Most Repeated, Blatant Uses of Symbolism in a Movie Ever, but I think its one of the best horror movies to come out in a long, long time; its thematically intricate enough to entertain those who thrive on symoblis, and, at the same time, it makes enough sense on the surface to satisfy people who only care about seeing shredded intestines.
So, I was supposed to wake up early today and meet up with some of my friends who are leaving. I didn't wake up. Do I feel like shit? You bet.
I'm actually leaving myself tomorrow morning, but only for 2 days. I'm off to New York City. Then, I'll return to living in denial that senior year is about to start.
Ah, denial. It's quite lovely, really.
So, I was supposed to wake up early today and meet up with some of my friends who are leaving. I didn't wake up. Do I feel like shit? You bet.
I'm actually leaving myself tomorrow morning, but only for 2 days. I'm off to New York City. Then, I'll return to living in denial that senior year is about to start.
Ah, denial. It's quite lovely, really.