Tasty, Winslow, tasty
My letter came on Friday (from FIT)--am officially part of the legions of college students that.....are college students. I don't know--insert some sort of witty cyncism yourself! Something about directionless-ness and jobless-ness and angsty poetry. On the level though, I'm happy.
What I'm not happy about, however, is that I have to pull another essay out of thin air for their Honors Program. I give them one initial, fairly genuine, completely serious essay and now they ask for another? Really? I'm going to write about Ayn Rand again. It makes me sound intelligent and worthy of receiving an education.
On that note, I finished Atlas Shrugged! I started in December and finished over the weekend. Freakin' liberating man.
Am hoping whatever movie/miniseries Hollywood is concocting dies in a mess of hellfire and lack of funding.
And Angelina Jolie is an "Ayn Rand libertarian" according some tabloid magazine. They explictiy mention she hates welfare. lol.
Other things that happened over the weekend; I saw Up in the Air. And by "saw" I mean "tolerated". And by "tolerated" I mean "struggled through the first half hour before turning it off in disgust". That bad? Yeah, it was. It really was. Curse you, hipster dialogue! Conciliatory viewing of Moonstruck made evening worthwhile.
My next book is Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I started it in school today (lunch, bio, math). My eyes actually bugged out of there sockets a little bit. It's crazy. Like, more crazy than you thought a book about a pedophile was going to be. Humbert Humberts is really hilarious though, and sometimes I feel creepy finding him as funny as I do. Skip the boring overlong movie and read this!
On the Mad Men side of life:
I actually, physically and with full, shameless initiative downloaded Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights because John Slattery and January Jones are BOTH IN IT. I almost died (my world is very small). Watched it last night with sick, guilty pleasure. January Jones is creepily ageless and was kind of exactly like Betty. John Slattery plays the dad so, like all teenage fanfare, gets shoved off-screen for being over 22. Dude can bust a move, though!
Sela Ward played the mom. Her face scares me.
The kid that played the part of Jennifer Grey's country club boyfriend (the plots of these movies are carbon copies of each other. one is significantly less awesome) had a lot of Pete Campbell in him. That also was funny.
PLUS, no one sat in a corner. I was waiting for it the entire movie and it never happened. That hurt a bit.
Side note: What needs to be understood is this sorry excuse for a movie was one of the first things my young, impressionable mind latched onto after seeing for the first time in 2004(?). I thought it was absolutely wonderful, and kind of harbored a secret love for it as the epitome of what movies should be. Romance! Drama! Dancing! Watching it again was sort of fuzzy.
Lastly, John Webster has created some Mad Men Valentine's cards that almost make the holiday legitimate! I love them all! Especially, the Sal/Ken one:
lolololololololololol
What I'm not happy about, however, is that I have to pull another essay out of thin air for their Honors Program. I give them one initial, fairly genuine, completely serious essay and now they ask for another? Really? I'm going to write about Ayn Rand again. It makes me sound intelligent and worthy of receiving an education.
On that note, I finished Atlas Shrugged! I started in December and finished over the weekend. Freakin' liberating man.
Am hoping whatever movie/miniseries Hollywood is concocting dies in a mess of hellfire and lack of funding.
And Angelina Jolie is an "Ayn Rand libertarian" according some tabloid magazine. They explictiy mention she hates welfare. lol.
Other things that happened over the weekend; I saw Up in the Air. And by "saw" I mean "tolerated". And by "tolerated" I mean "struggled through the first half hour before turning it off in disgust". That bad? Yeah, it was. It really was. Curse you, hipster dialogue! Conciliatory viewing of Moonstruck made evening worthwhile.
My next book is Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov. I started it in school today (lunch, bio, math). My eyes actually bugged out of there sockets a little bit. It's crazy. Like, more crazy than you thought a book about a pedophile was going to be. Humbert Humberts is really hilarious though, and sometimes I feel creepy finding him as funny as I do. Skip the boring overlong movie and read this!
On the Mad Men side of life:
I actually, physically and with full, shameless initiative downloaded Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights because John Slattery and January Jones are BOTH IN IT. I almost died (my world is very small). Watched it last night with sick, guilty pleasure. January Jones is creepily ageless and was kind of exactly like Betty. John Slattery plays the dad so, like all teenage fanfare, gets shoved off-screen for being over 22. Dude can bust a move, though!
Sela Ward played the mom. Her face scares me.
The kid that played the part of Jennifer Grey's country club boyfriend (the plots of these movies are carbon copies of each other. one is significantly less awesome) had a lot of Pete Campbell in him. That also was funny.
PLUS, no one sat in a corner. I was waiting for it the entire movie and it never happened. That hurt a bit.
Side note: What needs to be understood is this sorry excuse for a movie was one of the first things my young, impressionable mind latched onto after seeing for the first time in 2004(?). I thought it was absolutely wonderful, and kind of harbored a secret love for it as the epitome of what movies should be. Romance! Drama! Dancing! Watching it again was sort of fuzzy.
Lastly, John Webster has created some Mad Men Valentine's cards that almost make the holiday legitimate! I love them all! Especially, the Sal/Ken one:
lolololololololololol