the future is coming on, is coming on. is coming on.
On the first of August I was secretly going to start writing and see if I could write everyday, something, in this journal but not say anything like "I'm going to write everyday this month!" b/c I probably wouldn't. Well, on the 2nd, I realized I had forgot. So, that's out.
So, here on the third is a list of movies I watched in July, (bolded the ones I especially liked):
1. The Golden Compass
2. Con Air
3. The Bucket List
4. Trainspotting
5. Be Kind Rewind
6. The Deaths of Ian Stone
7. Futurama: The Beast with a Billion Backs
8. Altered States
9. The Brave One
10. The Machinist
Nice. Even ten.
I was just thinking about memories.
I've been thinking a lot about the past recently. It seems like different things are happening to make me think back and I feel like maybe there's a reason I'm feeling so much nostalgia in my life right now but, I'm still exploring what that could possibly be.
But I've been reading all my old livejournal entries so that I can organize the tags. Don't judge me, I have no job and I'm out of school right now and I need to invent stupid projects for myself from time to time. I'm almost done with that.
Also I had lunch with Danielle and Heidi today. Heidi's moving away. D and I are both moving off campus. They're done with College: The Undergrad Years and while I'm still here, I feel like it's over and in a way, it is because there's no dorms, I probably won't be getting involved with anything, no more "house parties." or football games (though, honestly, I'm pretty seriously ok with that one). It's just kind of bittersweet.
I was watching Larry King last night & they were talking about brain power. One segment mentioned how we replay bad/traumatizing memories and get stuck in that mindframe.
So I was thinking about good memories. The really good ones that make me feel nostalgic and I wish I could go back to it, live it again. When I think of them, it doesn't really make me happy, it makes me feel at most a little sad that I can't go back for a second... Maybe I feel a happiness that I'm lucky enough to have such a wonderful memory, some cheesy shit like that, but that's about it.
So why are bad memories so much more intrusive? And why don't good memories get you stuck in a good mindframe? Mine don't, maybe it's just me.
So, here on the third is a list of movies I watched in July, (bolded the ones I especially liked):
1. The Golden Compass
2. Con Air
3. The Bucket List
4. Trainspotting
5. Be Kind Rewind
6. The Deaths of Ian Stone
7. Futurama: The Beast with a Billion Backs
8. Altered States
9. The Brave One
10. The Machinist
Nice. Even ten.
I was just thinking about memories.
I've been thinking a lot about the past recently. It seems like different things are happening to make me think back and I feel like maybe there's a reason I'm feeling so much nostalgia in my life right now but, I'm still exploring what that could possibly be.
But I've been reading all my old livejournal entries so that I can organize the tags. Don't judge me, I have no job and I'm out of school right now and I need to invent stupid projects for myself from time to time. I'm almost done with that.
Also I had lunch with Danielle and Heidi today. Heidi's moving away. D and I are both moving off campus. They're done with College: The Undergrad Years and while I'm still here, I feel like it's over and in a way, it is because there's no dorms, I probably won't be getting involved with anything, no more "house parties." or football games (though, honestly, I'm pretty seriously ok with that one). It's just kind of bittersweet.
I was watching Larry King last night & they were talking about brain power. One segment mentioned how we replay bad/traumatizing memories and get stuck in that mindframe.
So I was thinking about good memories. The really good ones that make me feel nostalgic and I wish I could go back to it, live it again. When I think of them, it doesn't really make me happy, it makes me feel at most a little sad that I can't go back for a second... Maybe I feel a happiness that I'm lucky enough to have such a wonderful memory, some cheesy shit like that, but that's about it.
So why are bad memories so much more intrusive? And why don't good memories get you stuck in a good mindframe? Mine don't, maybe it's just me.