Dear Reader,

I saw Whatever Works today with my dysfunctional parents. There was some insight from the film I'd like to share, but it escapes me now. I guess I'll just have to wait for some avid movie-goer to jack the script and put all the Woodyisms they fancy on the Memorable Quotes page on IMBD, and hope they took to this certain line they way that I did.

For now, I just have one thing to say.

Whatever it is that's wrong, whatever it is that hurts, whatever it is that's plaguing your mind and preventing sleep, whatever it is, it'll all come out with the wash.

Love,
Jeanette

Lentils!

Currently listening to: Cold Desert by Kings of Leon

These past couple days on the new diet have been nice. I'm starting to feel tired, though. Being off my medicine is starting to take it's toll.

I bought eight movies and a season of Seinfeld yesterday. And my dad's birthday present. We're celebrating his birthday this weekend. My mom's so sweet, she's making a cake that I can eat. I have no idea how, but I believe she can. She's magic.

I'm watching The TV Set. It's painful. Like, it's a good movie, but I feel so bad for David Duchovny's character. Sigourney Weaver is being a bitch.

"I'll tell you in another life, when we are both cats."

Currently listening to: Helen by Nizlopi

Someone make you remember
those dreams you dreamed in Decemeber.
I feel the life coming through you
and it makes me want to persue you.
I feel alive.


My life got real weird, real quick.
God forbid I go into details.
Maybe when I write my memoirs?

Having my last iodized meal tonight.
I'm not too emotionally distraught.
Just worried about not taking my meds.

Whatever.
I am so confused.

Also, the following is for Kacie.

And if you ever get lonely...

Currently listening to: Use Somebody by Kings of Leon, Crawl by Kings of Leon

I could use somebody, I tell you what.

But I guess I'll go by Penny Lanes's apothegm. I believe it goes, "Never take it seriously, you never get hurt. Never get hurt, you can always have fun. And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends."

I have an idea for a list: movie characters whom I wish were real people for me to befriend. It goes, roughly, as follows; Bob Harris, Rob Gordon, Amélie Poulain, Zia ("Wristcutters: A Love Story"), Phil "Duckie" Dale, Julia ("The Wedding Singer"), Lloyd Dobler, Miles Monroe, Harry Burns, Ricky Fitz, Gina ("Empire Records"), Susan Vance, Mercer ("The Go-Getter"), Jamie Bennett, Paulie Bleeker, Juno MacGuff, Brodie ("Mallrats"), William Miller, ect.

Remember, it can't all be wedding cake.

Something, something, Harmony Korine

Currently listening to: I Summon You by Spoon, Florescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkey

The strangest things happen when I actually get around to reading Post Secrets. There is one that I thought I must have posted in my sleep. I mean, I totally mentioned to a certain someone that I wanted him to go with me to see that movie. Before I get bored with flirting with him, anyways. A stranger and I have something in common.

Anyways, I am eating all the iodine-saturated foods I can this weekend. Starting Monday, there will be no more of that for a few weeks.

So, I started watching "Gummo" with Clarissa the other night. We didn't finish it, but I watched enough that really shook me. It documented a desolated town devastated by a raging tornado in rural Ohio. There were children huffing glue, violently killing cats and partaking in prostitution rings. It was so surreal, a group of people so isolated from the world around them that they have lost all sense of morality. Do they even know other societies exist? Of course, Harmony Korine is a seriously disturbed and drug-addled individual, and his films are a skewed reality. However, Clarissa and I recognized the fact that there are towns in America, and all over the world, just like this. It was seriously unnerving.

Another thing about Harmony Korine; he directed "Mister Lonely," which is a lame excuse for art cinema. Chase gave it to me for Christmas or something one year just because he wanted to watch it. Not that Chase has any knowledge of film as an art. He just thought it sounded "indie," I think. Which is one of the many reasons he and I no longer speak.

July was named for Julius Caesar.

There's a note on the door.

Waging War

EDIT: Please read the latest Global High Five post. Add to the list.

Currently listening to: Use Somebody by Kings of Leon

I adore this song. I don't care what radio stations play it. I love, love, love it. Last night, Courtney and I listened to it on repeat on the way home from Traverse City. We readily admitted to both having it bad for the lead singer. This is the kind of song, we agreed, you want to get a little mack action during. All around, it's just a beautiful song.

It reminds me of when I was in New York last summer, gallivanting through the streets of Harlem, around the Columbia campus. It was a wonderful week. I can see making a music video to that song with footage from the CSPA camp. We journalism students can be very photogenic.

Anyways, things with my lomocamera are going swimmingly.



I like hidden links.

Monetize This!

I don't know what that title is really supposed to mean.


Currently listening to: "The End's Not Near" by Band of Horses, "Bent (Live)" by Matt Nathanson

Earlier's was not a good post. I knew the moment is was published I was just typing to be typing and there wasn't much of a point.

What the past four months have taught me: I have a crippling control problem. And I very, very rarely have control over anything. Especially when it comes to relationships. So, please tell, what's your problem? Seriously, I would like to know.

There's a Jolly Rancher on my desk. It's probably been there for about three years. It's cherry flavored; a flavor I have often tried to avoid. Many times, I find it unpleasant. But, now, I sit here, slouching in the stench of Tex-Mex cuisine, my shirt being one I wore under my uniform all day. I am very much compelled to eat said Jolly Rancher. As soon as I unwrap it I can tell this is a mistake. It takes like eggs more than cherries. Surprisingly stoic, I spit it out into a near by waste bin. I pick the crumbling remains out from the crevices of my teeth. It still tastes like eggs. I need to brush my teeth. Where the hell is my tooth brush? Why does this taste like eggs? They couldn't possibly put eggs in Jolly Ranchers. Isn't it just food dye, corn starch and sugar? Ha. Screw oxford commas. I'm not British. I wonder if we have soda upstairs. Remember that dialect test Mr. Hanlin gave us freshman year in AP World Geography? Was "soda" Northeastern or Southern? I hope it was Northeastern; I have an image to maintain. I'm so cool. I need to empty my trashcan. I hope that Jolly Rancher doesn't make my room smell like eggs. I return to my seat, filled with contempt for hard candy. Also, I am struck with a reminder of Ellen Page's performance in "Hard Candy." That movie was terrifying.

Why the hell does Matt Nathanson start singing "Such Great Heights" at the end of "Bent"? What the hell is that? I mean, part of me almost likes it, and part of me thinks he's a jag off.