Girl who bought a new LLBean backpack over winter break: I really question your taste.
I hate those really low ankle socks. I don’t know if there’s something weird about my heels or something, but they won’t actually stay up. I just end up walking with the sock on the front part of my foot and stepping on the back.
Well, in general I’ve been in a pretty weird mood for the last…oh, …well basically since I’ve gotten back to campus. I’ve been speaking much less than I normally do (which isn’t really that much to begin with), and it’s surprising how long you can go without someone noticing that you haven’t said a word. Really. Anyways, I think my verbal silence has been extending to my blog. I’ve started at least five entries, but none of them made it beyond my browser. So, sorry for the lack of posting.
I watched No Country For Old Men online, really surprisingly high quality. Good movie. Not for those who have issues with watching people killed. I won’t be giving anything away by saying that there’s a murder in the first three minutes of the movie, and I think that might have been my favorite part of the whole thing. It was intimate in the creepiest way possible. The whole movie, I felt like a spectator seeing things I wasn’t supposed to, intruding on other people’s business. And Tommy Lee Jones was surprising; other than
Men In Black I hadn’t really seen him in anything…I think. Anyways, I’d give it a watch.
As you probably guessed given the lack of recent gross pictures, my eye thing got better. Thank the lord (I love irony). I stitched a sock (a very clean sock) together to make a warm compress with rice. It’s not too ugly, and it worked really well. When did I do this? I did it while I was watching OSU play LSU. And I don’t really have too much to say about that.
It’s funny how everyone misses out on some snippets of knowledge, and they are in complete ignorance of their mistake. And how this can last for so long. I have a very intelligent professor who continues to use phenomena when what she means is phenomenon. Just small little things like that. I think we continually embarrass ourselves throughout our life until our pile of things we were screwing up but didn’t know about until someone calls us on them pile is diminished to a very small stack. At which point we’re old, and people are too embarrassed for us to let us know about a word we’ve been mispronouncing our whole lives. My notable examples: awry, hearth, Yosemite, chasm, + many more. In fact, feel free to point them out in my blog. Unless you think it’s a typo. I let typos run pretty rampant in here.
At four in the morning I got to listen to a drunk girl insist that she could do a forward flip, four or five guys telling her not to do it, and one guy trying to restrain her from it. She wanted to do the flip in the middle of our narrow hallway, very much constructed out of hard concrete blocks. While drunk.
Another girl in my hall came back from winter break engaged. She’s a first year, and she won’t be coming back to university next year. It makes me sort of sad. I don’t know this info from talking to anyone, only from sitting in my room while a group of them stood right outside my door talking loudly about it. :-P (Did I already talk about this?)
Well, I think it’s time to go to bed at nine pm. Sweet. I’ll try and see if I can find Juno to watch online first, though.
Oh, one more thing. I saw Breakfast at Tiffany’s once when I was…quite young, don’t really remember how old. And I remember thinking, “That’s fine, but I don’t really get it.” I just watched it last week, though, and I really liked it. I’m glad that now I understand at least why it gets all the attention it does.
