Search strings for this page in the last week"Pennywise the clown pictures"
"gangbang sleeping beauty"
"wedding vawls"
Academic heartbreak:
I don't have the time or energy to devote to projects I should be ecstatically poring over. My history paper comes most immediately to mind. It's due tomorrow. I started it this morning. I should love this assignment, and I'm getting nowhere with it. I very, very nearly quit the show in despair last night, despair of all the parts of my brain that are going to waste as I throw away my best years in the CBT.
Apathy:
This isn't a cry for help or anything, but I got into a series of long talks about suicide with some friends the other night, and while none of us can imagine killing ourselves out of grief or need for attention, nearly everyone present had considered it out of boredom.
Independence:
I think Joan and I (and Joy and whoever else we round up) might live in Sterchi next year, instead of the new apartments, for the sole purpose of being able to say "Hey guys, the party's at our LOFT tonight". This led to a discussion of post-graduation plans. What I was going to write next sounded a lot better in my head...damn. Something about having the freedom to move anywhere. Forget it.
Misc:
I really, really, really want this job at ART.
The show starts on the 21st on runs through the 7th. Absolutely no one is excused from putting in an appearance. This one's good.
My fambly is going to Nashville for Thanksgiving, and I'll be stuck here doing a show, so I'll be doing the holiday thing with my surrogate fambly, the cast/crew of Secret Garden. Who's coming home?
So I wanted to see Intolerable Cruelty and Joan wanted to see Love Actually. And we were going to see them both, but rehearsal ran over . So we got tickets for the late show of LA (actually, Joan bought them because I was still holding out on the idea of paying to see a movie that billed itself as a romcom) and went to see Kiss Me, Kate at Webb first. The horror. The horror. Abominable. Abysmal. We left 10 minutes into the second act. The movie? Rocked my face off. So much more than what I was expecting. So much that we went back to see it again the next night and took Amanda and Cat with us. I even paid this time. Go see it. You'll like it. It's emotionally manipulative, but so blatantly so that it's funny. Finally, finally, finally saw Intolerable Cruelty yesterday. I liked it. I can tell why people I know didn't.
So, for what it's worth:
Love Actually: ****1/2
Intolerable Cruelty: ****
Speaking of Joan, we were talking yesterday and realized we hadn't spent more than an hour apart since LAST WEDNESDAY. Please do not be alarmed if you see us on the street fused together at the head. It was only a matter of time.
Also, I think we're being stalked by Matchbox 20. Or, at the very least, the astral presence of Rob Thomas.
Reading: Everything I can find on Jefferson and jury selection
Seen: Love Actually and Intolerable Cruelty