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I love going on adventures. I LOVE the fact that I can call up Kat, say "Come to London with me in a couple weeks," and that she would drop everything and do it. I do NOT love the fact that I'm a few hundred dollars short of making that actually happen. I love the fact that I did manage to find a plausible way of going to LA for what would only be something like 18 hours a month from now, but it would be selfish, so I won't.
There's a quaint Indian theatre in North Bergen, NJ. It's quite cheap and they're currently playing what looks like an absolutely adorable love story. Maybe I'll go see that some day. Or any movie for that matter. Indian movies are fun.
I found out that Girl Who Sits Next to Me That I Still Don't Know Her Name is from Indonesia. It sucks that she lives in Philly. Every class we're spending more and more time talking to each other and she seems pretty cool. Pretty sure she's a lesbian. Last week we got to the subject of shows. I reccomended Firefly, of course, and she recommended The L Word. A good, old fashioned lesbian drama. Yeah. ^_^ She also prompted that recommedation with the words "I think you'll like this." Considering the fact that we only see each other in (and for a few minutes after) class and that we hadn't actually had conversations concerning personal likes and dislikes before then, I wonder what made her think that I wasn't some sort of raging homophobic asshole. I suppose I don't look like one, but you can't judge people from looks alone. It's not like I'm all decked out in Pride gear or anything.
I really like the word vomit. It is a powerful yet pleasing to the ears kind of word. Vomit. Like condescening asshole. Good words. Don't you love words? Some are boring until you pair them with other words and then they become amazing. Language is a fascinating thing.
I wonder how hard I would have to twist Karen's arm to get her to watch Firefly when I get home. ^_^
Matt is going to kill us. By this point I'm quite certain he regrets ever introducing us to that show. He should have realized what obsessive fangirls we are. He doesn't like getting obsessed with things. Says it's not healthy. My response was "obsessions rarely are," but I also argued that they were fun. If not for my Whose Line obsession, I'd never have gone to California this summer. If not for my Firefly obsession, I'd never have discovered the Indian Cinemas (accent on the third syllable). Obsession brings adventure, and knowing where to draw the line (as in not going to LA on Dec. 9th) is all you have to be concerned with. Otherwise roll with it, people. Live it up. Be obsessed. Be fanatical. Am I supposed to be like Matt? Who spends every waking moment in our house unless he's in class or Karen or I drag him out? That's no way to live. I am all into being obsessed. ^_^
There's a quaint Indian theatre in North Bergen, NJ. It's quite cheap and they're currently playing what looks like an absolutely adorable love story. Maybe I'll go see that some day. Or any movie for that matter. Indian movies are fun.
I found out that Girl Who Sits Next to Me That I Still Don't Know Her Name is from Indonesia. It sucks that she lives in Philly. Every class we're spending more and more time talking to each other and she seems pretty cool. Pretty sure she's a lesbian. Last week we got to the subject of shows. I reccomended Firefly, of course, and she recommended The L Word. A good, old fashioned lesbian drama. Yeah. ^_^ She also prompted that recommedation with the words "I think you'll like this." Considering the fact that we only see each other in (and for a few minutes after) class and that we hadn't actually had conversations concerning personal likes and dislikes before then, I wonder what made her think that I wasn't some sort of raging homophobic asshole. I suppose I don't look like one, but you can't judge people from looks alone. It's not like I'm all decked out in Pride gear or anything.
I really like the word vomit. It is a powerful yet pleasing to the ears kind of word. Vomit. Like condescening asshole. Good words. Don't you love words? Some are boring until you pair them with other words and then they become amazing. Language is a fascinating thing.
I wonder how hard I would have to twist Karen's arm to get her to watch Firefly when I get home. ^_^
Matt is going to kill us. By this point I'm quite certain he regrets ever introducing us to that show. He should have realized what obsessive fangirls we are. He doesn't like getting obsessed with things. Says it's not healthy. My response was "obsessions rarely are," but I also argued that they were fun. If not for my Whose Line obsession, I'd never have gone to California this summer. If not for my Firefly obsession, I'd never have discovered the Indian Cinemas (accent on the third syllable). Obsession brings adventure, and knowing where to draw the line (as in not going to LA on Dec. 9th) is all you have to be concerned with. Otherwise roll with it, people. Live it up. Be obsessed. Be fanatical. Am I supposed to be like Matt? Who spends every waking moment in our house unless he's in class or Karen or I drag him out? That's no way to live. I am all into being obsessed. ^_^