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Some notable things have been happening, I guess. I think I'm starting to clean up my act, and I'm just so excited to be getting out of the city and to get presents and just, buhhhh, relax a lot.
My favorite professor, Robert Rosenblum, died on Wednesday. He's someone that I learned an obscene amount from, he was hilarious and brilliant and nice and fair as a professor. You should look up his obituary on the NYTimes website, because he was just so effing cool. I'm actually pretty devastated that he's gone.
I had a hlarious Friday night. First, I went Christmas shopping, which is my favorite thing in the WORLD to do. You just buy and buy and buy, and you carry lots of shopping bags, but there's no guilt!! All the money I spent was for other people!!! It's brilliant. So then, Alana and I went to see Blood Diamond (more on that later). Theeeeeeen we went to Alana's, were joined by Alana's friend Matt, and drank whiskey and eggnog and sang Christmas carols until 4 am. I am not kidding about the time or about how our activity was actually just exclusively singing Christmas carols.
Yesterday I reread the Lorax and Horton Hears a Who, and cried and cried. Don't even ask me why the most bizarre things make me very emotional. I'll never know.
So, I need to rant for a brief minute about Blood Diamond, because I have never been so furious at a movie in my entire life. Like, first of all, if you want to make me cry, show me some senseless violence. In a movie, on the news, whatever. The fact that I spent all of Blood Diamond, a movie with scenes of child soldiers, forced amputations, and gunning down villages, agog with confusion instead of weeping, says a LOT about the quality of the movie. Namely, that it is NOT quality, in any way. I just am baffled how Hollywood took an issue and managed to take no sides, to promote no idea about it, just.... In the movie, the guy who is personally in charge of brainwashing little boys to make them soldiers is a sympathetic character. Leonardo Dicaprio's character, I guess because he's so dreamy, is a love interest and the HERO of the movie, despite being completely despicable, the reason why the conflict diamond industry exists, a murderer of children, a cheat, a liar, having no redeeming qualities, etc. I do not understand. And don't even get me started on the romantic subplot. Jennifer Connelly's character purports to be a ball-breaking female journalist, unafraid of gunfire and tough situations. But actually she gets all her stories by being a hot babe, and her entire point in the movie is that she has a mondo crush on Leo, because, again, a lying child-murderer is the best kind of boyfriend. I'm just so sickened by the whole thing. Oh, and Leo IS IN BLACKFACE in part of the movie. Just, because, THAT'S appropriate.
I have really fun things coming up. Sarah comes to the city on Thursday for the Nutcracker, important Christmas parties on both Friday and Saturday, Camp party on Sunday, snowboarding on Monday, and then.... final on Wednesday. I also need to write 2 papers by Friday. It'll be great, fine, whatever.
Oh, also, I have had sad dreams that left me waking up in tears for the past 3 nights in a row. Is this normal? Is it normal that all of these dreams have involved being sad about not living in my Newton house anymore?
I have to go babysit. She'll be recovering from a sleepover, which means we will do nothing but watch TV. Maybe I'll be nice and bring her Titanic.... hahaha, it is a GEM that bringing Titanic will be nice to HER, and I'll just seem like a good babysitter. Amazing.
My favorite professor, Robert Rosenblum, died on Wednesday. He's someone that I learned an obscene amount from, he was hilarious and brilliant and nice and fair as a professor. You should look up his obituary on the NYTimes website, because he was just so effing cool. I'm actually pretty devastated that he's gone.
I had a hlarious Friday night. First, I went Christmas shopping, which is my favorite thing in the WORLD to do. You just buy and buy and buy, and you carry lots of shopping bags, but there's no guilt!! All the money I spent was for other people!!! It's brilliant. So then, Alana and I went to see Blood Diamond (more on that later). Theeeeeeen we went to Alana's, were joined by Alana's friend Matt, and drank whiskey and eggnog and sang Christmas carols until 4 am. I am not kidding about the time or about how our activity was actually just exclusively singing Christmas carols.
Yesterday I reread the Lorax and Horton Hears a Who, and cried and cried. Don't even ask me why the most bizarre things make me very emotional. I'll never know.
So, I need to rant for a brief minute about Blood Diamond, because I have never been so furious at a movie in my entire life. Like, first of all, if you want to make me cry, show me some senseless violence. In a movie, on the news, whatever. The fact that I spent all of Blood Diamond, a movie with scenes of child soldiers, forced amputations, and gunning down villages, agog with confusion instead of weeping, says a LOT about the quality of the movie. Namely, that it is NOT quality, in any way. I just am baffled how Hollywood took an issue and managed to take no sides, to promote no idea about it, just.... In the movie, the guy who is personally in charge of brainwashing little boys to make them soldiers is a sympathetic character. Leonardo Dicaprio's character, I guess because he's so dreamy, is a love interest and the HERO of the movie, despite being completely despicable, the reason why the conflict diamond industry exists, a murderer of children, a cheat, a liar, having no redeeming qualities, etc. I do not understand. And don't even get me started on the romantic subplot. Jennifer Connelly's character purports to be a ball-breaking female journalist, unafraid of gunfire and tough situations. But actually she gets all her stories by being a hot babe, and her entire point in the movie is that she has a mondo crush on Leo, because, again, a lying child-murderer is the best kind of boyfriend. I'm just so sickened by the whole thing. Oh, and Leo IS IN BLACKFACE in part of the movie. Just, because, THAT'S appropriate.
I have really fun things coming up. Sarah comes to the city on Thursday for the Nutcracker, important Christmas parties on both Friday and Saturday, Camp party on Sunday, snowboarding on Monday, and then.... final on Wednesday. I also need to write 2 papers by Friday. It'll be great, fine, whatever.
Oh, also, I have had sad dreams that left me waking up in tears for the past 3 nights in a row. Is this normal? Is it normal that all of these dreams have involved being sad about not living in my Newton house anymore?
I have to go babysit. She'll be recovering from a sleepover, which means we will do nothing but watch TV. Maybe I'll be nice and bring her Titanic.... hahaha, it is a GEM that bringing Titanic will be nice to HER, and I'll just seem like a good babysitter. Amazing.