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| hey kids, i'm trying this out for a little bit: livejournal | | |
| after finishing high fidelity by nick hornby, reccomended by carl, i immediately went and rented the movie. you know how a lot of movies based on books just seem to completly rewrite the story-- this movie didn't. what i saw on the screen was actually what i read in the book. my only complaint about the movie is that it destroyed the images i had in my head of the book's characters. that's what makes books better than movies: you get to interpert a book the way you want to see it, not the way the producer wanted it.
today four different people mentioned/invited me to do four different things with them tonight. first off, this usually doesn't happen. but my real point is what i actually ended up doing-- sitting in my room finishing the book mentioned above, then going out and renting the dvd. that was what i wanted to do, so i did it. i wasn't social because i didn't want to be. aaaahaha.
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| everybody knows
it sucks to grow up
and everybody does
it's so weird to be back here
Let me tell you what
the years go on and
we're still fighting it
you'll try and try and one day you'll fly
away from me
--benfolds
it's one of those times when lyrics say it best. my sister just graduated from the u of chicago and is now searching for a job. since she never had a part-time job in college, she has no source of income and therefore relies on my parents. she is supposed to be living at home, but keeps taking off and staying at her boyfriend's apartment. the not-so-cool part about it is that she won't tell my parents where she is when she does this, won't answer their calls, etc. and she has disappeared so many times now that it is becoming a regular thing to not know where she is or when she is coming back. my parents actually depend on the charges she makes on their credit card to make sure shes okay.
my parents have put up with this for almost two years, and they just now put their foot down. if she disappears again, they are going to take away the car they got her, cancel the gym membership they paid for (shes obsessive-compulsive when it comes to exercise), stop paying her cell phone bills... basically, stop supporting her.
from my point of view, my sister is very self-absorbed and seems to lack common sense. because of those two things, i'm really worried that she won't be able to survive on her own. my parents feel the same way, but are accepting that they have to 'let go' which will hopefully force her to grow up.
she has done so many stupid things in the past couple years that i have lost respect for her and find it very difficult to trust her. the only time we now talk is when we are in the same state, town, house, and room. she has said a lot of awful things to me, criticized my friends, and bashed my major. basically, she seems to kick me when i'm already down on the ground crying. dispite all of this, i still care and worry about her. no matter how hard i have tried to cut her out of my life, shes still there. i'm beginning to think that this is what 'unconditional love' is.
i don't know what to do. | | |
| I'm lookin' at your face and I just wanna smash it. I just wanna fuckin' smash it with a sledgehammer and squeeze it. You're so pretty. --'Punch-Drunk Love'
so i am taking a class called 'the evolution of female sexuality in america.' it's a stuco (student taught) class; i've never taken one before, so i decided it was time. anyhow, today's class was on good sex. not only did i get a review on anatomy and physiology, but i also learned of the multiple kinds of orgasms women can have and how to achieve them. the entire class i was sitting there thinking-- this is wrong. i am not supposed to be learning this in a class. but you know what: i was thinking learning about sex was wrong because it's such a taboo topic to discuss (most of the time).
thank you society. | | |
| thank you winter for:
making my nose run
making my eyes water
making my lips chapped
making my toes cold
making my hair freeze
the draft in my room
the icy sidewalks that i fall on
the icicles hanging from buildings
the snow covered trees
snowball fights at midnight
the crunch of stepping on fresh snow
the pink sky at night
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