Distractions

You know what's a total bitch?
That's right.

But it's a decision too, because I can very well say, "Screw you! I'm studying!"
Or rather, "Screw you! I want to write a kick ass paper and I have to do it tonight!"

I can! I'm confrontational when I choose to be...

But I like this distraction... I like them all so far. It's not about obligations tonight because he is my friend, brother and roommate. They, my sisters. And them, they are two good friends of mine--both of whom I love and admire--who are, in soft voices, confessing and exposing themselves to each other. It's beautiful. I'm writing a paper about Raymond Carver and the idea of being concise/descriptive... I might post it up here, actually. It looks like it will turn up to be a good read.

Tangent over: Are they flirting? Him??? I knew he was a bitchin' mofo. But I'm really impressed because he's doing a good job and reading her very well; she's responding. And it's happy, I'm glad to be here, with their full knowledge, staring intently at my bright screen and typing these words with vigor as they pour out.

Johnny Cash and June Carter are talking about heading down to Jackson together. It's all fitting together. Tonight, in the midst of academic chaos and physical strain, it is beautiful.

I'm happy. Oddly enough, I'm happy to be the third wheel-ish character in this situation again.

Soft voices. Feet swinging back and forth. Bodies facing each other, but not making contact. Mirroring the other.

This is the room
One afternoon where I knew that I could love you
And from above you how I sank into your soul
Into that secret place where no one dares to go

Oh, it's Valentine's Day today. Isn't it strange how we bitch about Hallmark and consumer-driven culture and single-awareness day (You bitches!), yet are prodded by the red and the pink to think and talk about our intimate feelings? I like this day. I liked it last year too.

Iron & Wine is awesome. We're talking about making a combo cover band of him/them and Neutral Milk Hotel. The Iron & Milk Hotel? Neutral Milk & Wine?

Meh.

Kafuffin'

Can I say something?
I went to see The Queen the other night because it will be gone this Friday, replaced by shit and shit... which I may end up viewing also, because, if you got free movies, you would too.

I went to see it with moderately high expectations... and, though I didn't like it much (4/10), I will say that I was distracted, yo.

First and more significant.
There was a preview with Kal Penn in it. Within the first three seconds, I felt it trigger in my brain. That book... the last book I read.
Interpreter of Maladies, Jhumpa Lahiri, Gogol Ganguli, Namesake.
The Namesake.

Now, I am a big fan of both Harold and Kumar...
also, I love that Jim Carrey broke out of the wacky comedy...
so I would look forward to Kal Penn in a serious-er movie...

but this movie, Namesake, is probably my most anticipated film... in a long time.
The book was gorgeous; I have trouble deciding who to give it to next... probably Piper, 'cause she is a big fan of Interpreter of Maladies also... and it is an important book. Concerning everyone with parents, a name, a life and decisions to make, it is an important book.

And the preview was very well done. I know! You can't really expect the trailer to be an accurate representation of the film's bad-ass ness. Let us all remember Fun with Dick and Jane... but we still do! We are fooled/fueled by the Cameron Diaz' character's work!

I am interested in Indian culture. You know.

...damn, it was such a good book.

Aside from that, even. The film looks to be something of a well-told story.

...and if it's not, Imma be pissed.

Second... if she places her hand on her thigh... well, what is she doing? That's distracting, yo!

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I took pictures for this next edition of the campus newspaper because we lost a photographer. Last semester, I wrote review after review of plays, orientations and films. And they kept assigning me reviews. I really enjoyed writing them and being approached by people, analyzing them with my English and Journalism prof.
But I took pictures, which was great.
So I stood aside and let the new guy take the review assignment... a few days later, I was down with the nerds copy-editing the articles. New guy... had a good idea to expand on for his article (he reviewed Freedom Writers). But, yeah I know-here it comes, he flabbed around for the entirety of the article. His lead was weak. His body was mumbo-jumbo... it honestly seemed as if he wanted to sound intelligent, witty... as if he saw an episode of Frasier and attempted to mirror it onto paper.

And he jacked the ending... jacked as in stole/plagiarized/re-fabricated/duplicated.

I was more surprised than angry, I tell you the truth. It was like, "Wait a minute... what the hell? What the hell?" Not loudly and with ferocious eyebrows, mind you. It was more like... is he serious?

Also, yeah, Hillary Swank IS sort of a big Hollywood name.

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A friend told me, during the summer after senior year, that people and friends will change in college. I was terrified. Today, I thought about her advice and realized that I am okay with it... for the most part. Friends have changed... shifted around, but they haven't completely transformed. The truth is that while more and more of us become more and more disgusted, Dick is still Dick. Jane is still Jane. Basically, you and me, we stay the same.
Friends require effort. Friendships are hindered, watered-down, when you just say I Love You freely and without deliberation. Love is not merely an emotion.
I'm not angry because the idea of love is being abused/misused etc. I'm more annoyed at the frolics... and I hate consistent annoyances.
You know what else love is? Forever.
You know what love ISN'T? A bitch. Love doesn't quit after an amount of time of whatever did or didn't happen. Love doesn't cop out like that.

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Love is a burning thing.

Bah-ba-la-ba-la-baaa-lala.