today is the symposium, this means i go and get "extra" credit for watching my friends propose their research...i love college. who knew it would be this easy? i also have to give a presentation on forensic anthropology.... in my research, i' came up with a good linguistic question that i'd love to find out... what is the meaning of the irish(?) tradition to "wake" the body after a death?
oh.. one more day... comon friday. i volunteered to help jim with his studies on friday, jim is an older man who is blind and very cynical... even more so than myself. i aspire to be more like him. the thing is he doesn't like people, especially happy young smart ones. so i'll try to keep it real or whatevera ya know. jims situation is ironically funny and cruel. whilst growing up he inheirited a genetic disease that takes usually one eye. leaving the other one untouched. this is what had happened to jim, then when he was in his latter childhood years, kids who are often cruel, decided to kick the shit out of him and squish his head, thus ruining his one remaining perfectly good eye... ain't that some shit. i just hope i don't piss off the tempomental old guy. well, i've got to keep up at the grind, need to finish this last presentation of the week.
i just had one of those moments where i realized, maybe its not everyone else, maybe it is me...
today while in class we were discussing, ...i don't know some shite about oh,...obente(?) Japanese box lunches and the cultral symbol behind them, and i brought up about how in sixteen candles, molly ringworm's character has one while there all eating lunch and what the social and group importanc of that is.... then it occured to me, i love movies, i always knew i was a movieaphile, but now i realized i'm like those old ladies who go to old picture houses all day and realate all life through movies, and if i ever had kids, i'd probally name them after movie characters. soooo
tonight when i sugges to my bitch -ass roomate to watch pices of april with me, cause i think she'll really like, i think it'l help her work through shit she has with her mom, i get super pissed
when she blows me off, shes always blowing off my movie recomendations, cause what ever it is she has stuck up her ass won't let her enjoy life. on new years, i made her watch hero, and she thought it was going to be some "stupid kung fu movie" when i looked over half way throught it she was crying... she would soooo benefit from cinematherapy... why don't they listen...oh yeah, the realization i'm crazy, movies are't little pices of life reflected back at you, i read too much into them. god i hate these people 
oh.. one more day... comon friday. i volunteered to help jim with his studies on friday, jim is an older man who is blind and very cynical... even more so than myself. i aspire to be more like him. the thing is he doesn't like people, especially happy young smart ones. so i'll try to keep it real or whatevera ya know. jims situation is ironically funny and cruel. whilst growing up he inheirited a genetic disease that takes usually one eye. leaving the other one untouched. this is what had happened to jim, then when he was in his latter childhood years, kids who are often cruel, decided to kick the shit out of him and squish his head, thus ruining his one remaining perfectly good eye... ain't that some shit. i just hope i don't piss off the tempomental old guy. well, i've got to keep up at the grind, need to finish this last presentation of the week.
i just had one of those moments where i realized, maybe its not everyone else, maybe it is me...
today while in class we were discussing, ...i don't know some shite about oh,...obente(?) Japanese box lunches and the cultral symbol behind them, and i brought up about how in sixteen candles, molly ringworm's character has one while there all eating lunch and what the social and group importanc of that is.... then it occured to me, i love movies, i always knew i was a movieaphile, but now i realized i'm like those old ladies who go to old picture houses all day and realate all life through movies, and if i ever had kids, i'd probally name them after movie characters. soooo
tonight when i sugges to my bitch -ass roomate to watch pices of april with me, cause i think she'll really like, i think it'l help her work through shit she has with her mom, i get super pissed
when she blows me off, shes always blowing off my movie recomendations, cause what ever it is she has stuck up her ass won't let her enjoy life. on new years, i made her watch hero, and she thought it was going to be some "stupid kung fu movie" when i looked over half way throught it she was crying... she would soooo benefit from cinematherapy... why don't they listen...oh yeah, the realization i'm crazy, movies are't little pices of life reflected back at you, i read too much into them. god i hate these people
it's not just in latin and brazillian stuff, it's also here, in good ol middle america! J's had blowjobs from gay guys, D's had em too. i'm in the middle of reading Hell's Angels (by HST) and, in it, an HS is talking about getting blown by some gay dude. and not thinking there's anything gay about it.
but whatever. to each his own, i suppose. it's not my chance to pop their tiny safe bubble as of yet...but i'm waiting to.
aaah, cinemaphiles unite!
have you seen Dreamers yet? it takes place in, like 1930's Paris, cinemaphiles, and revolution? it's pretty badass.
and you get to see Micheal Pitt's pokey (but why'd he have the picture there...?).
Pieces of April rocks, i shoulda watched it with my Mum, she'd have dug it.
oh yeah, the realization i'm crazy, movies are't little pices of life reflected back at you, i read too much into them
whatcha mean by that? i think most people immediatly try and decide "who they are" in a film. those that cant are usually turned off by a film.
WTF does 'Piffy' mean? yr taking linguistics, yeah? you should know this shite.
Jim's lead a horrible life......you should cheer him up somehow
i forgot to mention this yesterday, but:
i dig what you said in your last entry about having time to make a "solid" relationship. i fully understand this. as someone who's in a relationship that only allows the parties to communicate like 2-3 times a week, people working opposite shifts have to know that they can trust each other and all that other relationshite stuff.
2-3 times a week?! christ, dude--and what constitues communication?
that's gotta be a great testament to love, i'm telling ya.
my mother works first shift and my father, for a while there, worked 2nd. they saw each other for about an hour or two a day. that shit was tearing them apart.
so...shit. if you can keep it up, more power to ya!
[Edited on Mar 25, 2005 12:18AM]