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I saw my cousin Lucy this weekend, and do you want to know the first thing she said to me? Do you?!? Actually, she didn’t say it, she sang it. “Thong th-thong thong thong.” My response, of course, was “Hoommmme friiieeed. Oooooh!” That particular part of the Thong Song cracked me and Matt up when we were reading the lyrics, because sticking “home fried” right there in the middle of a bunch of “oooh”s and “aah”s and “wooah”s is entirely random. It cracked us up even more after we downloaded the MP3 and listened to it. Hoooommee Frriiieeed. Ooooh.
Oh I am what I am
Matt went to Fargo for a programming class for his work. They don’t have the funny accents in Fargo, though, because Fargo is in North Dakota and the movie took place in Minnesota. Of course, that hasn’t stopped me from quoting Fargo lines all the time anyway. “It’s the disparity there that concerns your dad and me. Do you know what a disparity is?” “Mike Yanakita! Yaaah, I remember you. How are ya, Mike?” “So, you went and married Norm son-of-a-Gunderson.” Hee. Do not underestimate the fun of this new pastime. I’ll be putting Fargo on the VCR sometime this week. You’re darn
tootin.
I celebrated my new life as a swinging Singleton by getting up at some ungodly hour of the morning to drive Matt to the airport. I somehow managed to keep from crying as we bid each other farewell. And it’s not so much that I don’t want to be alone for a week (in fact, I’m sort of looking forward to it) it’s just that I’m afraid his plane will crash and he’ll die and I’ll never see him again. I don’t really feel safe unless he’s within touching distance. Because I’m morbid, I guess. So anyway, being the great friend that he is, Matthew had left his house key for me so I could let myself in. He was out helping a friend move—a friend, who I might add, works on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (Why have I not met this friend and been given the opportunity to fall at his feet and beg for a chance to visit the set? I have no idea.) So, as I was saying, Matthew lives by the beach and the airport, so I went to his place to nap before our planned afternoon activities. I have never seen Guys and Dolls, though, and it was tempting me from his video rack. I took out the porn video that was in the VCR and popped in the musical. I fell asleep halfway through, and so far my only thought is: Marlon Brando can SING? I’m going to watch the rest of it tonight—I guess that’s fitting, since today is Marlon’s birthday. So, Matthew came home at noon, and then we went to Manhattan Beach to go swing dancing. It was a whole lot of fun… you rotate partners through the whole class so it’s not like an uncomfortable “couples” thing. Other than one guy who smelled bad and one asshole guy who lectured me the whole time, everyone I danced with was very nice. Matthew made me sign up for four lessons, which I did. Next time I’m bringing Matt with me and in no time, we’ll be ready to kick up a rug at the Derby. So that was a fun way to spend a couple of hours. Matthew stayed for the advanced class, and so I called Lucy and told her to meet me at Jamba Juice. I walked the few blocks over there and had a delicious juice and sat on the patio, watching the ocean, in 75 degree weather. (In Fargo, the high is 35 degrees.) Incidentally, we were right across the street from where Tim works. Every day, that bastard gets to go to work on the beach. He’s a bastard, I tell you. A bastard. Okay, back to the story. So Lucy showed up (singing the Thong Song, as reported above) and we went and acquired Matthew who was finished with his class by that time. We headed out to the movies, but nothing exciting was playing. We walked down to Johnny Rockets to have dinner. At this point, I had a really bad headache. It wasn’t until we were done with lunch and were about three blocks away from the restaurant that I said, “Hey. Did either of you pay the bill?” They stopped in their tracks and looked at each other with looks that said, “I didn’t pay the bill. Did you pay the bill?” It was pretty funny, because we just strolled off without paying. Even funnier, when we went back and paid, the waiter hadn’t even noticed that we forgot to pay. He was so stoned that I guess he thought we had paid. What’s funnier still is when I told Matt the story last night, he told me someone in the airport had been telling the same “I walked out on the bill and didn’t notice” story, except it happened in Paris. I should be so lucky! We went back to Matthew’s and he went out to rent The Sixth Sense, which Lucy hasn’t seen and which I’ve been dying (ha ha) to see again. Unfortunately, they didn’t have it. Even more unfortunately, he rented The Limey instead. The following review contains spoilers. I mean like, it contains the entire ending of the movie. So don’t read further if you plan to see the film. We had heard great things about this movie from all quarters, but it sucked. Its attempts to be arty were tiresome and overwrought, totally the same stuff he did in Out of Sight, but not used as sparingly. Sure, some of it is interesting, but there’s too much of it and it just becomes gratuitous. And Wilson, the main character, is utterly unsympathetic. His daughter has died of a broken neck in a car crash, and he suspects murder, so he just comes to America and goes around killing random people. First of all, he has absolutely no proof that his daughter was murdered. Second of all, even if she was murdered he doesn’t even have a hint that Terry Valentine did it. He goes after this guy’s blood and all he’s going on is “Oh, Terry Valentine was her boyfriend, ergo, he killed her.” Of course it turns out that Terry did kill her, but Wilson has no way of knowing that. He just starts the murder spree. I mean, he kills a whole lot of relatively innocent people. And for some bizarre reason, his daughter’s friends seem to like him. Um, yeah, this guy is a completely heartless vigilante murderer. Sure, I’d like him, too. Maybe I’m wrong because, quite frankly, about halfway through the movie we skipped to the last scene (yay for DVDs). So feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. But I don’t recommend The Limey. (Grade: C- ) After that
debacle, we watched the Making of the Matrix and then I headed home.
After a squooshy talk with my boyfriend in absentia, and all that cal,
I finally took a shower and went to bed. All alone. Sigh.
So, as my notify list already knows, I got an acceptance letter on Saturday from New College of California. I got a couple of congratulatory notes, but quite frankly, I don’t feel all that excited about it. I got into the tiny little school and got rejected by the big prestigious school. The rejection outweighs the acceptance, as far as I’m concerned. I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m excited about the program and grad school and everything (despite all the ensuing complications), but I can’t see any big accomplishment in being selected for the program at this school that’s probably desperate for applicants. Okay, even to me, that sounds ludicrous. I think I just snapped out of it right before your very eyes. I can’t bring myself to doubt that I can write. This is a school that I’m really excited about and I’d really love to go to. Hell, I visited the campus six years ago, even. I guess it’s just not sinking in yet because the logistics of it may make grad school impossible right now. Those logistics are, of course, cost of living in the Bay Area ($1500 per month minimum for an apartment. Yowch!) and the cost of grad school itself. Not to mention the fact that Matt just moved in line for a promotion and loves his job. I mean, I don’t want to get bogged down by a boy (and Matt doesn’t want to bog me down, either) but I do feel bad about the prospect of uprooting him. On the other hand, he did promise to go with me when I went to grad school, he knows how important it is to me, he shouldn’t have a problem finding a job up there, and he has expressed a lot of interest in moving up north. I can present a lot more arguments for him moving than for me staying. And there’s the most important reason of all—I don’t want to skip graduate school just to make someone else happy. This is the next step in my life. I need to take it. However, I may consider deferring for a year in the way of compromise, especially if I get offered the job I interviewed for last week. I just don’t want either one of us to end up resenting the other: me if we stay, or him if we go. I guess intertwining your life and hopes and dreams with someone else isn’t the easiest thing in the world to do. Who knew?
Also, some good news that quite possibly nobody on the planet except me cares about. One of my favorite movies is The Slipper and the Rose, a 1976 musical version of Cinderella starring Richard Chamberlain. I have an old tape that my mother made for me in 1982 of this thing when it was on TV, and I must have watched it a billion times. I love Ever After and the Disney movie, but this is absolutely bar none my favorite version of Cinderella. This month, The Slipper and the Rose is finally coming out on video! Not only is it coming out on video, but it’s going to be the widescreen version, which is in my opinion the only way to watch movies. And not only that, but the new version is apparently well over two hours long. So there’s about an hour’s worth of footage that I’ve never even seen. I can’t wait. I cannot wait. I am so excited you don’t even know. I’ve been telling random people about it, even though they couldn’t care less, because I am so excited about it. And now, I’m telling you. |
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I'm Reading:
The new Jane.What I'm Writing: Working on some redesign stuff.
S-mo-w white.Journal Quote of the Day: “Other things to watch for: Anya's cereal box; Willow's stylin' coat; three military guys with apples on their heads; Adam's helper vampire in the library (he's a cutiepitootie); the globe behind Anya's head; the poster on Riley's door; Buffy's coffee...”Random Tidbit: Go nominate some people for the diarist.net awards. Give that panel something to do. Ever since this new internet situation, I can't usually bookmark what I read. So I don't have that much to nominate. Which sucks.Ironic Quote of the Day: "I mean, would you put you picture on the internet?!?" |
