My parents are awesome and got me a new MacBook b/c my old laptop had reached the end of its glorious life. Goodbye, PC.
The world of Mac is at once confusing and simple. I love hotkeys. I love them. Carlos spent a good hour telling me stuff about my computer and I'm totally sold. Neil keeps telling Mom that she should replace her old PC with a Mac instead of a Dell. If you know my Mom, plug the Mac as well. I was so skeptical about Mac, so when people insult my new computer (cough Sam), I have to sympathize with them. But go check it out before you judge. It's lovey. And it comes with chess.
I've done really nothing today except eat an egg, read some Shakespeare and play on this thing. Dad soundly beat me at chess a couple of times. I'm never going to get good but for some reason I still enjoy playing. Scrabble is another game which has sucked me in but I find I'm actually able to win that sometimes. Fred was supposed to come up today but he's not feeling good and the weather is crap for walking around anyway, so here I sit in my comfy chair, waiting until I feel like dropping off my paper @ Dell House and going over to Jenny's to finish my laundry.
Jen and Bob are getting married tomorrow, congrats. Sunday: St. Patty's Day parade in Baltimore. Come up and have a good time with me!
Spoon is playing in PA. Greg, Carlos and I were gonna try to get tickets. If not to that show, then Of Montreal is also coming and I'd really like to see them. I'm still hoping a miracle is gonna snag me Animal Collective tix. A girl can dream.
HS
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Friday, March 13, 2009
Friday, March 14, 2008
no. 131: fresh feeling
the title of this blog has actually nothing to do with the blog itself. i just love that eels song and i've had a craving for the Scrubs soundtracks all day, which just happens to feature them. anyway...
a note before the main blog: fred and i were watching That 70s Show earlier today when we finally got home. jackie told FES she was into him and he turned her down b/c he thought she was using him in desperation. so out of revenge, jackie vandalizes his car. fred goes, "ouch! his car!? this girl is nuts!" and i said it without thinking, "you've gotta be a harsh cow to mess with the auto"... and then it sort of hit me and i was moved immediately both to rage and then laughter, struck by the hilarity of the situation. to sum up: vandalizing somebody's ride identifies you as a crazy person. the end.
blog proper:
what makes us want to hurt people that hurt us? you may not even really be mad at the person who hurt you, but when dealt with painfully, the immediate reaction is retaliate with equal or advanced force. what is it in humans that makes us want to do that?
my best friend, who i consider as a sister, has been sort of m.i.a. of late (not referencing the hip-hop artist), and it kinda hurts. i feel like i could make more gestures, but not at risk of being annoying. we were very close last summer and last semester and i miss her. she sees/talks to/calls my mom more than me, and it began to bug me a lot this week. i think it bugged me more than it would've because my guy best friend, brian, decided it was a good idea to become a jerk and stop calling and answering. i didn't do anything, to my knowledge, to piss him off, and was displeased to find that he's been treating others among his friends with the same disregard. finding that out made me ever more angry b/c brian's better than that and i hate when he stoops to levels of immaturity and pettiness. blech. of course i didn't react like an adult and just deal with it. i got on with my life, which is sort of busy right now anyway, but when B finally did call (only in attempt to cover himself with another friend who he offended), i treated him with the same disdain i thought he was treating me with. mature.
had a long talk about that with mom today. she said the equivalent of: yes, it sucks when friends don't do what they say they will, but man up. i swear, everyone is starting to sound like the DJ (who, while he's a mess himself, does possess a veritable fount of wisdom). so i am.
but seriously-- why is the reaction to be hurt and retaliate with hurt? why do we fear weakness? i mean, of course no one likes to be victimized, but what is it in us, or maybe just in me, that hates frailty. it's alright to be hurt my something and then just heal. there's no inherent need to retaliate. but we do it anyway. we make movies about it. we glorify retaliation. i think it's a lack of faith.
maybe.
i only say this because it rarely ever makes you feel better (for long) and it (usually) never brings about the desired results. meh.
as an aside: memories do in fact come back to bite you. what's that counting crows line? "if dreams are like movies/ then memories are films about ghosts". i've been viewing too much cinema lately.
tomorrow: lazing about, reading. maybe church. need to get in touch with miss meredith and figure out if she's going to this st. patty's day shindig of my father's with me. people in my areas: pre and post St. Patty's Day Parade party on bonsal street. call if you want to come with.
and now: oscar wilde, gary VAY-NER-CHUCK, and sweet sweet sleep in my own bed. Ahhh, spring break.
H.
a note before the main blog: fred and i were watching That 70s Show earlier today when we finally got home. jackie told FES she was into him and he turned her down b/c he thought she was using him in desperation. so out of revenge, jackie vandalizes his car. fred goes, "ouch! his car!? this girl is nuts!" and i said it without thinking, "you've gotta be a harsh cow to mess with the auto"... and then it sort of hit me and i was moved immediately both to rage and then laughter, struck by the hilarity of the situation. to sum up: vandalizing somebody's ride identifies you as a crazy person. the end.
blog proper:
what makes us want to hurt people that hurt us? you may not even really be mad at the person who hurt you, but when dealt with painfully, the immediate reaction is retaliate with equal or advanced force. what is it in humans that makes us want to do that?
my best friend, who i consider as a sister, has been sort of m.i.a. of late (not referencing the hip-hop artist), and it kinda hurts. i feel like i could make more gestures, but not at risk of being annoying. we were very close last summer and last semester and i miss her. she sees/talks to/calls my mom more than me, and it began to bug me a lot this week. i think it bugged me more than it would've because my guy best friend, brian, decided it was a good idea to become a jerk and stop calling and answering. i didn't do anything, to my knowledge, to piss him off, and was displeased to find that he's been treating others among his friends with the same disregard. finding that out made me ever more angry b/c brian's better than that and i hate when he stoops to levels of immaturity and pettiness. blech. of course i didn't react like an adult and just deal with it. i got on with my life, which is sort of busy right now anyway, but when B finally did call (only in attempt to cover himself with another friend who he offended), i treated him with the same disdain i thought he was treating me with. mature.
had a long talk about that with mom today. she said the equivalent of: yes, it sucks when friends don't do what they say they will, but man up. i swear, everyone is starting to sound like the DJ (who, while he's a mess himself, does possess a veritable fount of wisdom). so i am.
but seriously-- why is the reaction to be hurt and retaliate with hurt? why do we fear weakness? i mean, of course no one likes to be victimized, but what is it in us, or maybe just in me, that hates frailty. it's alright to be hurt my something and then just heal. there's no inherent need to retaliate. but we do it anyway. we make movies about it. we glorify retaliation. i think it's a lack of faith.
maybe.
i only say this because it rarely ever makes you feel better (for long) and it (usually) never brings about the desired results. meh.
as an aside: memories do in fact come back to bite you. what's that counting crows line? "if dreams are like movies/ then memories are films about ghosts". i've been viewing too much cinema lately.
tomorrow: lazing about, reading. maybe church. need to get in touch with miss meredith and figure out if she's going to this st. patty's day shindig of my father's with me. people in my areas: pre and post St. Patty's Day Parade party on bonsal street. call if you want to come with.
and now: oscar wilde, gary VAY-NER-CHUCK, and sweet sweet sleep in my own bed. Ahhh, spring break.
H.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Live Free or Die (Hard)
Fred and I had a "Step-father~Daughter Date" tonight. It was highly enjoyable. Went to Pie-tanza and then back home to drop off the left overs. Fred took my car keys to let himself into the house and locked them in. So then we had to sort of bumble around calling people, and checking to see if the next door neighbors (who were actually out of town) had a spare key. Fred ended up going in through the tiny open basement window. Then we went and saw the new Die Hard movie, Live Free or Die Hard.
I was expecting it to be, you know-- lame. But it was actually an excellent action flick, and my new favorite of the Die Hards. McClane was incredible, death defying feats spiting his age (but still showing it a little, which I liked). His daughter was tough, and the kid who played Farrell was adorable and perfect for the part (same guy who was adorable and perfect for the part in Dodgeball). I loved the villain, played excellently by Timothy Olyphant. What was so great about this movie, other than the incredible stunts, was the great comedic timing. There were real laugh out loud lines in this film, including, but not limited to "Mai? Asian chick, likes to kick people? Yeah, last time I saw her she was at the bottom of an elevator shaft with an SUV up her ass." It's all pretty good. There's a highly unlikely bit with a plane that sort of annoyed me, but you know-- action flick of the 21st century. There seems to be some unwritten rule about all of them having a plane doing something, somewhere. Also helicopters. But anyway.
I recommend seeing it, if you dig action flick. Or Bruce Willis. I do both of those things, so you can imagine my current cinematic high. This will surely be enough to hold me over for four more days. And you know what happens then, children.
TRANSFORMERS
And that's all I can say about that.
<3h.
I was expecting it to be, you know-- lame. But it was actually an excellent action flick, and my new favorite of the Die Hards. McClane was incredible, death defying feats spiting his age (but still showing it a little, which I liked). His daughter was tough, and the kid who played Farrell was adorable and perfect for the part (same guy who was adorable and perfect for the part in Dodgeball). I loved the villain, played excellently by Timothy Olyphant. What was so great about this movie, other than the incredible stunts, was the great comedic timing. There were real laugh out loud lines in this film, including, but not limited to "Mai? Asian chick, likes to kick people? Yeah, last time I saw her she was at the bottom of an elevator shaft with an SUV up her ass." It's all pretty good. There's a highly unlikely bit with a plane that sort of annoyed me, but you know-- action flick of the 21st century. There seems to be some unwritten rule about all of them having a plane doing something, somewhere. Also helicopters. But anyway.
I recommend seeing it, if you dig action flick. Or Bruce Willis. I do both of those things, so you can imagine my current cinematic high. This will surely be enough to hold me over for four more days. And you know what happens then, children.
TRANSFORMERS
And that's all I can say about that.
<3h.
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