'Kind of in a melancholy mood tonight; my seminar is over and all of my new friends went back to their home states (anywhere from new Jersey to Illnois to California). My sleep schedule has been so utterly fucked up the past few weeks that I spent the day alternating between laundry and couch naps. School starts in less than a month and I am so not ready. They've changed my hours so now students have to be in first period by 7:15, which is insane if you ask me. I suppose I'll have to take up crack in order to be in the classroom by 6:45. How do you like them apples, Nancy Reagan??!!
I watched High Tension today. It wasn't as bad as the random theater employee told me it would be when I asked him about it a month ago. Here is my analytical synopsis: (a) Cecile de France is hot. She should really look into being a Suicide Girl, with her piercings and sexy androgyny hairdoo. (b) either the screenwriter has a second-grade vocabulary, or the translator does. "Hello father!" is about as complex as the dialogue gets. (c) Camus would be proud of the anti-guillotine propaganda: I've never seen a horror flick where beheading is so prominently featured. Finally, (d) Foreign filmmakers either need to supplement their diets with Ritalin or stop dropping so much acid. Japanese horror cinematographers always seem to drop their cameras before shooting the end of their films (I always get that what the hell? is my dvd missing a chapter? panic at the credits) and this French screenwriter apparently forgot what he wrote earlier in the film. It's not a subtle contradiction either, and though I desperately tried to hold onto my supension of disbelief, my inner Virgo OCD spilled out and puked all over. If you're attention-span challenged, whether it be ADD or chemically inspired, this is a fine movie. If you've taken your meds and/or are channeling the anal-retentive chef, you might be annoyed. However, I'm glad I saw it and wouldn't necessarily scream in pain if I had to watch it again.
Not much else is new. I'm just floating... of course, I came to the realization that my hair is turning mullet-y and I must chop the back of it very soon unless I plan on guest starring on a Facts of Life reunion. I've decided that I am going to move out of New England next year, maybe after a year more of teaching, and look into relocating to either the Berkeley or New York area. Time is running out to do something spontaneous and irresponsible.
EDITED AT 5:00 AM DUE TO INSOMNIA FRUSTRATION
I just smashed a moth and it reappeared, good as new, bothering the hell out of me at the computer. Some sort of Lazarus moth. And how the hell did a moth get in here, anyway? I just heard someone walking around outside my door and when I looked (because isn't that what women should DO when they live alone??!!), it was the FUCKEN PAPER BOY arrrrghhhh I need to fall asleep; this is driving me insane. No more sloth fests on the couch during the day for me.
ps: I tried watching VH1, which I haven't watched in years, and a video for a Velvet Revolver song came on. All I have to say is, Scott Weiland, GO BACK ON HEROIN. You look like an emaciated Patrick Bateman sans sunlight. You were much sexier as a filthy, sweaty smackdaddy. Just say no, children. . .unless you're a Seattle-based born-again-grunge band singer: in that case, stock up!
I watched High Tension today. It wasn't as bad as the random theater employee told me it would be when I asked him about it a month ago. Here is my analytical synopsis: (a) Cecile de France is hot. She should really look into being a Suicide Girl, with her piercings and sexy androgyny hairdoo. (b) either the screenwriter has a second-grade vocabulary, or the translator does. "Hello father!" is about as complex as the dialogue gets. (c) Camus would be proud of the anti-guillotine propaganda: I've never seen a horror flick where beheading is so prominently featured. Finally, (d) Foreign filmmakers either need to supplement their diets with Ritalin or stop dropping so much acid. Japanese horror cinematographers always seem to drop their cameras before shooting the end of their films (I always get that what the hell? is my dvd missing a chapter? panic at the credits) and this French screenwriter apparently forgot what he wrote earlier in the film. It's not a subtle contradiction either, and though I desperately tried to hold onto my supension of disbelief, my inner Virgo OCD spilled out and puked all over. If you're attention-span challenged, whether it be ADD or chemically inspired, this is a fine movie. If you've taken your meds and/or are channeling the anal-retentive chef, you might be annoyed. However, I'm glad I saw it and wouldn't necessarily scream in pain if I had to watch it again.
Not much else is new. I'm just floating... of course, I came to the realization that my hair is turning mullet-y and I must chop the back of it very soon unless I plan on guest starring on a Facts of Life reunion. I've decided that I am going to move out of New England next year, maybe after a year more of teaching, and look into relocating to either the Berkeley or New York area. Time is running out to do something spontaneous and irresponsible.
EDITED AT 5:00 AM DUE TO INSOMNIA FRUSTRATION
I just smashed a moth and it reappeared, good as new, bothering the hell out of me at the computer. Some sort of Lazarus moth. And how the hell did a moth get in here, anyway? I just heard someone walking around outside my door and when I looked (because isn't that what women should DO when they live alone??!!), it was the FUCKEN PAPER BOY arrrrghhhh I need to fall asleep; this is driving me insane. No more sloth fests on the couch during the day for me.
ps: I tried watching VH1, which I haven't watched in years, and a video for a Velvet Revolver song came on. All I have to say is, Scott Weiland, GO BACK ON HEROIN. You look like an emaciated Patrick Bateman sans sunlight. You were much sexier as a filthy, sweaty smackdaddy. Just say no, children. . .unless you're a Seattle-based born-again-grunge band singer: in that case, stock up!
I py 675 for an efficency hich is a studio with bathroom but no kitchen. But if you want room mates
I hear the range is from 400-800 depending on the area. check craigslist.org for more informed view.