Fuck modern movie stars.
I love Clint Eastwood.
I cannot quite explain why, but here's a quote from Sergio Leone which details one of the many reasons I admire him:
"I like Clint Eastwood because he has only two facial expressions: one with the hat, and one without it."
Whatever happened to masculinity?
I fucking hate Orlando Bloom.
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
bathrooms
Specifically mine.
I am currently in the bathroom as I type this out, all stretched out in the nice, cool bathtub.
I feel so relaxed. I understand why my cats love hanging out in here.
The acoustics are weird, but whatevs.
I am currently in the bathroom as I type this out, all stretched out in the nice, cool bathtub.
I feel so relaxed. I understand why my cats love hanging out in here.
The acoustics are weird, but whatevs.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
goals
are nice.
1. watch a lot of movies. attempt to make a serious dent in AFI Top 100. (Thanks for the idea, Sam!)
2. Learn Java
3. Knit up a storm?
4. Get permit (again).
5. Be less emo (in general). Be more angry, and adamant.
6. Find a way to make the way I talk irl the same as the way I talk online. It will be done!
1. watch a lot of movies. attempt to make a serious dent in AFI Top 100. (Thanks for the idea, Sam!)
2. Learn Java
3. Knit up a storm?
4. Get permit (again).
5. Be less emo (in general). Be more angry, and adamant.
6. Find a way to make the way I talk irl the same as the way I talk online. It will be done!
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
food comas
Today, I ate half of a pizza. It was delicious, but that is besides the point.
I then laid down on the couch with my laptop resting on my chest and opened up achewood.
I read through quite a bit of the archive. I checked the time.
I stopped reading to check facebook.
(there was nothing)
Then I fell asleep.
I checked the time. It was two hours later.
Let me tell you, I have not napped all semester. Not because I didn't want to, but I just straight up couldn't.
Now I know.
blanket+couch+laptop=naptime.
I then laid down on the couch with my laptop resting on my chest and opened up achewood.
I read through quite a bit of the archive. I checked the time.
I stopped reading to check facebook.
(there was nothing)
Then I fell asleep.
I checked the time. It was two hours later.
Let me tell you, I have not napped all semester. Not because I didn't want to, but I just straight up couldn't.
Now I know.
blanket+couch+laptop=naptime.
Monday, December 22, 2008
yes, I'm a conformist: THE RESPONSE
1. The love of my life:
James Dewees. Every time. I love him and his music and I am monumentally sad that he is no longer making music under the Reggie and the Full Effect moniker.
2. Where you and I met:
The womb?
3. Take a stab at my middle name:
It means valuable in Arabic. I am leaving it at that.
4. How long you've known me:
16 years, almost 17.
5. The last time that we saw each other:
like right now.
6. What is my biggest fear?
Failure. Not making my parents proud. Not being enough. My parents have done so much for me, and I can't really do anything for them. I can't even look them in the eye anymore. It is awful.
7. What should I be when I grow up?
Whatever makes you happy. Preferably some sort of teaching thing. I'd like that.
8. Am I funny?
Sometimes. I don't say a lot of my funniest bits, because I never think they are funny enough. I have so many great puns, but they have since been lost. It is sort of sad. Also, it is the worst part about having funny friends. My inferiority complex goes out of control.
9. My favorite type of music:
Whatever. I like Reggie and Passion Pit and Modest Mouse. I dunno. I like a couple things from each genre. I guess if I had to pick something I wouldn't hate listening to for the rest of my life, it'd be ska or coffeeshop music.
10. Can I sing?
Everyone can sing. I do it badly, but whatevs.
11. The best feature about me:
I dunno. Inferiority complex, here. I guess I can be cute sometimes. And I like how my voice sounds inside my head (it sounds different when I hear myself, though).
12. What do I want to do more than anything?
I want to be someone I respect.
13. What is one thing that you think I should do?
Be happier. Like yourself more. Be angrier, but for stuff that matters.
14. Do I have any special talents? If so, what are they?
I can knit, and I am alright at piano. Also, I can read really fast.
15. Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else?
Hipster is as good as any.
16. Have you ever hugged me?
It's a little weird, but yeah.
17. My favorite food:
Well, I just went to the RME, so today I like mongolian beef and fried rice. But as for what I could eat for the rest of my life? My mom's polao ar korma. It is seriously comfort food.
18. Have you ever had a crush on me?
Haha, sometimes. Sometimes I wish there was a guy version of me. But then I think I would be intimidated all the same.
19. If there was one good nickname for me, it would be:
Leah? I am a fan of Achilles, though.
20. Your favorite memory of me:
remember that time in sophomore year when you cut Autumn down to size? Yeah, that was a good day.
21. If you and I were stranded on a desert island, I would bring:
a motherfucking boat. Or a house.
22. Do I believe in God?
Not a lot. He could do better.
23. Who is my best friend?
me? I dunno. I have friends for different aspects of my life. Lingjin, Kelsey, Mitra, etc.
24. Will you repost this so I can fill this out for you
uhh.
James Dewees. Every time. I love him and his music and I am monumentally sad that he is no longer making music under the Reggie and the Full Effect moniker.
2. Where you and I met:
The womb?
3. Take a stab at my middle name:
It means valuable in Arabic. I am leaving it at that.
4. How long you've known me:
16 years, almost 17.
5. The last time that we saw each other:
like right now.
6. What is my biggest fear?
Failure. Not making my parents proud. Not being enough. My parents have done so much for me, and I can't really do anything for them. I can't even look them in the eye anymore. It is awful.
7. What should I be when I grow up?
Whatever makes you happy. Preferably some sort of teaching thing. I'd like that.
8. Am I funny?
Sometimes. I don't say a lot of my funniest bits, because I never think they are funny enough. I have so many great puns, but they have since been lost. It is sort of sad. Also, it is the worst part about having funny friends. My inferiority complex goes out of control.
9. My favorite type of music:
Whatever. I like Reggie and Passion Pit and Modest Mouse. I dunno. I like a couple things from each genre. I guess if I had to pick something I wouldn't hate listening to for the rest of my life, it'd be ska or coffeeshop music.
10. Can I sing?
Everyone can sing. I do it badly, but whatevs.
11. The best feature about me:
I dunno. Inferiority complex, here. I guess I can be cute sometimes. And I like how my voice sounds inside my head (it sounds different when I hear myself, though).
12. What do I want to do more than anything?
I want to be someone I respect.
13. What is one thing that you think I should do?
Be happier. Like yourself more. Be angrier, but for stuff that matters.
14. Do I have any special talents? If so, what are they?
I can knit, and I am alright at piano. Also, I can read really fast.
15. Would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy, snobby, or something else?
Hipster is as good as any.
16. Have you ever hugged me?
It's a little weird, but yeah.
17. My favorite food:
Well, I just went to the RME, so today I like mongolian beef and fried rice. But as for what I could eat for the rest of my life? My mom's polao ar korma. It is seriously comfort food.
18. Have you ever had a crush on me?
Haha, sometimes. Sometimes I wish there was a guy version of me. But then I think I would be intimidated all the same.
19. If there was one good nickname for me, it would be:
Leah? I am a fan of Achilles, though.
20. Your favorite memory of me:
remember that time in sophomore year when you cut Autumn down to size? Yeah, that was a good day.
21. If you and I were stranded on a desert island, I would bring:
a motherfucking boat. Or a house.
22. Do I believe in God?
Not a lot. He could do better.
23. Who is my best friend?
me? I dunno. I have friends for different aspects of my life. Lingjin, Kelsey, Mitra, etc.
24. Will you repost this so I can fill this out for you
uhh.
I forgot
I said I was excited about the Indiana airport? Yeah. They fucking built a new one. It is no longer get off plane, pick up baggage, walk outside.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
telephone calls
Just finished in my sad blog and I thought of something I like.
Telephone calls!
I prefer them over chat anyday.
One of the things I associate most closely with people is how they sound.
Not just how their voice sounds, but their speech mannerisms.
Over IMs and texts, that always gets distorted for me. One of my biggest problems with people is that they never sound the same IRL as they do over the internet. It is intensely frustrating to me; like I am talking to two different people. Some people (Duba) sound far more pompous than they do in person. Some people (Autumn) don't sound serious enough.
It is the saddest thing to me.
I like it when the meter matches, and the timbre, and who I picture when I talk over the internet and face-to-face.
(Don't get me wrong, there are a couple of people who match, ie Sam and Jerod, but it is very rare.)
So the telephone is the next best thing.
I like it because I can hear emotions more clearly than reading them, and I can sort of sense what the person is doing. I know Mitra is talking with her hands. I know my mom is driving. I know Sababa is reading.
and I like talking on the phone.
I can never get the meter right when I type.
I can never get the hesitation and the stutters in the right spot, if at all.
My hands never twitch, and I can't flail my arms around.
I don't shake my hair out of my face.
My voice doesn't get higher at the end of conversations.
Basically, all of my mannerisms are lost.
I mean, if I was reading this blog straight out, there would be slightly more emphasis here and there. Words would be stumbled over, and my punctuation would go to hell.
I'd drop the g at the end of ing words every so often, and there would be pauses where I'm trying to locate the perfect word for the occasion in my head.
So yeah, what you're reading right now doesn't sound like me.
To me, anyway.
So, ah, call me?
I am down for conversations whenever.
Telephone calls!
I prefer them over chat anyday.
One of the things I associate most closely with people is how they sound.
Not just how their voice sounds, but their speech mannerisms.
Over IMs and texts, that always gets distorted for me. One of my biggest problems with people is that they never sound the same IRL as they do over the internet. It is intensely frustrating to me; like I am talking to two different people. Some people (Duba) sound far more pompous than they do in person. Some people (Autumn) don't sound serious enough.
It is the saddest thing to me.
I like it when the meter matches, and the timbre, and who I picture when I talk over the internet and face-to-face.
(Don't get me wrong, there are a couple of people who match, ie Sam and Jerod, but it is very rare.)
So the telephone is the next best thing.
I like it because I can hear emotions more clearly than reading them, and I can sort of sense what the person is doing. I know Mitra is talking with her hands. I know my mom is driving. I know Sababa is reading.
and I like talking on the phone.
I can never get the meter right when I type.
I can never get the hesitation and the stutters in the right spot, if at all.
My hands never twitch, and I can't flail my arms around.
I don't shake my hair out of my face.
My voice doesn't get higher at the end of conversations.
Basically, all of my mannerisms are lost.
I mean, if I was reading this blog straight out, there would be slightly more emphasis here and there. Words would be stumbled over, and my punctuation would go to hell.
I'd drop the g at the end of ing words every so often, and there would be pauses where I'm trying to locate the perfect word for the occasion in my head.
So yeah, what you're reading right now doesn't sound like me.
To me, anyway.
So, ah, call me?
I am down for conversations whenever.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
strange compliments
Like "You walk pretty."
It is always the sort of stuff I am afraid to say to people.
"I like the way your lips move."
Or the sort of things I think about complete strangers.
I was on the plane today, and there was this flight attendant.
She was an older woman, but she had aged gracefully.
It is those sorts of things.
"I like how your hands fidget."
It is not even stuff I find attractive, just interesting.
"I like how you've got all sorts of different textures."
"You have the strangest voice. Please keep talking."
"I like how you don't care."
"I wish I could be you."
It's just those little things.
Point of interest,
best compliment I've ever received:
"You are interesting."
The sad thing is I don't remember who said it : (
But don't get me wrong, I like the normal compliments too.
"You're cute."
"You're pretty."
"You're smart."
The weird ones just stick around longer.
It is always the sort of stuff I am afraid to say to people.
"I like the way your lips move."
Or the sort of things I think about complete strangers.
I was on the plane today, and there was this flight attendant.
She was an older woman, but she had aged gracefully.
It is those sorts of things.
"I like how your hands fidget."
It is not even stuff I find attractive, just interesting.
"I like how you've got all sorts of different textures."
"You have the strangest voice. Please keep talking."
"I like how you don't care."
"I wish I could be you."
It's just those little things.
Point of interest,
best compliment I've ever received:
"You are interesting."
The sad thing is I don't remember who said it : (
But don't get me wrong, I like the normal compliments too.
"You're cute."
"You're pretty."
"You're smart."
The weird ones just stick around longer.
Starbucks
Espresso Truffle to be exact.
It warms the cockles of my heart.
You know what else warms the cockles of heart?
Sam.
She's so cute!
And I think what she says about Erik is much more credible than anything Erik says.
And I like being not-a-feminist with her!
I haven't had a good girl friend in a while.
It is actually pretty pleasant.
Also, she has purple Converse, which is pretty neat.
She is pretty neat.
Okay, so this straight up like melted chocolate.
I have so many 143's for it.
It warms the cockles of my heart.
You know what else warms the cockles of heart?
Sam.
She's so cute!
And I think what she says about Erik is much more credible than anything Erik says.
And I like being not-a-feminist with her!
I haven't had a good girl friend in a while.
It is actually pretty pleasant.
Also, she has purple Converse, which is pretty neat.
She is pretty neat.
Okay, so this straight up like melted chocolate.
I have so many 143's for it.
Here I go again.
Another fuckin blog.
Leaving for airport in seven minutes; better make it quick.
First things first. This blog is about things I like. Let me tell you something I like.
Airports.
Either really small airports or giant international ones.
I love that you can get anything you need in an airport.
I miss flying way back when. I miss when I wasn't randomly searched, when I could keep my shoes and belt on, when I could take water with me on the plane.
I miss flying when it was fun.
I miss flying when I didn't have to show up two hours early to check in.
I miss flying when I could go and visit the cockpit.
Doesn't stop me from loving airplanes though.
They are the sort of heights I can handle, because I can't do a fucking thing about it.
I love international flights. Duty free! And the food is so much better.
I love that Gulf Air serves mango juice as one of the in-flight beverages.
You don't even know.
I love that Gulf Air tells me to have a Merry Christmas.
I love that US Airways will fail to do so.
I love hangin out in airports, waiting for someone to arrive.
I love it when people wait for me in airports.
I love it when they don't and my mom and I have to make our own way home in a country neither of us have been to in 12 years.
I love that my mom remembers exactly what streets to take to make it back to her sister's house.
I'm leaving now.
I love airports.
I'm excited to see Indiana International again.
Another fuckin blog.
Leaving for airport in seven minutes; better make it quick.
First things first. This blog is about things I like. Let me tell you something I like.
Airports.
Either really small airports or giant international ones.
I love that you can get anything you need in an airport.
I miss flying way back when. I miss when I wasn't randomly searched, when I could keep my shoes and belt on, when I could take water with me on the plane.
I miss flying when it was fun.
I miss flying when I didn't have to show up two hours early to check in.
I miss flying when I could go and visit the cockpit.
Doesn't stop me from loving airplanes though.
They are the sort of heights I can handle, because I can't do a fucking thing about it.
I love international flights. Duty free! And the food is so much better.
I love that Gulf Air serves mango juice as one of the in-flight beverages.
You don't even know.
I love that Gulf Air tells me to have a Merry Christmas.
I love that US Airways will fail to do so.
I love hangin out in airports, waiting for someone to arrive.
I love it when people wait for me in airports.
I love it when they don't and my mom and I have to make our own way home in a country neither of us have been to in 12 years.
I love that my mom remembers exactly what streets to take to make it back to her sister's house.
I'm leaving now.
I love airports.
I'm excited to see Indiana International again.
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