| I miss home things.
- the fifth element (sort of)
- Unsettled
- The Counterfeiters
- Planet Earth reruns
- The Day After Tomorrow. (Ew I barfed)
I want to eat at Giordano's.
I want to listen to jazz music.
I want to smoke something that isn't hash out of something that isn't a made out of a paper towel roll.
I regret not taking better notations on this year.
Its over now, I come home monday and I dont know what to do with all that I did this year.
I know I had a great time. I know I learned a lot of things. I know I obtained a lot of great music and some cool jewelry.
I have this new scorpion ring. cool.
But weird things have changed with me.
I dont like chocolate as much.
Rilo Kiley sounds different to me.
I am not afraid of bees.
I like shows like How I Met Your Mother.
I can sit through a movie when I watch it with other people.
But with growing up life sort of loses that naive glamor.
I'll miss you, glamor.
PS. I painted a sheep scull the other day. At least my art is still around.
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| - The Jazz Singer
- Ever Shot Someone?
- Salah Shabbati
- Oedipus Wrecks
- Pretty In Pink
- Wedding Crashers
- The Lizzie McGuire Movie
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http://www.nick.com/turbonick/index.jhtml?extvideoid=92272
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| I have fallen into an incredibly premature summer funk.
I haven't read or watched the fucking news (Daily Show) in weeks.
I haven't sought after any intellectual entertainment.
I haven't been doing what I really want to be doing.
I am totally but more ironically consumed by the very thing I have none of.
I am consumed by the lack of, rather than the abundance of.
And it all feels like a poignant reminder that I should put more
trust in what I should have known was a precautionary déjà vu,
and a contingency plan above anything.
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Oh, and aren't you proud of those mad accent marks. I know I am.
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I saw The Fall.
Mainly, because I really liked The Cell, but I've noticed with my movie
preferences that all of them seem to be discredited pre-images of lit.
Because fuck, no one can possibly know what makes a good film without that class.
That was intended to be totally sarcastic but I guess it's not all false.
Anyway, it was basically like a more fantastical, contemporary
and relevant, yet predated version of
The Wizard of Oz.
Beautiful though.
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| - Bladerunner (again... still dont understand. I give up.)
- American Gangster
- Venus
- Spielberg on Spielberg
- The Day the Earth Stood Still
- The Faculty
- Gattaca (again)
- Miracle
- Into The Wild (again)
- Europa Europa
- What Dreams May Come
- Saving Private Ryan
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Today was incredibly epiphanic. I want it to be documented.
I saw my mom as a real person for the first time today.
She showed me pictures of all of her old apartments, friends, boyfriends.
And husbands.
And I saw her as a personality, the very essence of her adult self as a stagnant young person.
What do I do when my mom isn't really my mom anymore.
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