I didn’t know I was going to be writing any of this. I was sitting on a blank text post, waiting to write something, when I found myself typing the title. And it feels right.
Someone used this expression to talk about Blitzer not letting Gingrich get away with his attacking the media lines. My dad used to body slam me. I didn’t start with that sentence because it sounds like I was abused as a child in a really bizarre way. No, he’d pick me up, spin me around, and then throw me down on the bed. It was like I was doing belly flop, but instead of a painful red stomach I got to bounce up and down on that mattress. God those were fun.
Happy Hour indeed bitches. Happy hour indeed. Drinks on the Human Beings, eh?
(Source: tvbythenumbers.zap2it.com)
— This is a surprisingly apt summary of a movie I used to adore and now go “eh” about.
(Source: The A.V. Club)
Banneker Day 9
Good lord, I’ve only been there 9 days? Wild. Well, as you might have surmised, I’m back to interning, and it only took me a week! I was selfish, I didn’t go my first week back. I always amaze the smug, self assured version of myself when things don’t go exactly according to plan and I end up having so much more work to do than I’d planned.
Lost in Translation is the kind of movie that, whenever I think about it, I simultaneously want to run it on loop for the rest of my life and never watch it again. That’s the trouble with something perfect, I suppose.
I moved four times last year. I’ll move three or four times this year. Living in so many relatively similar places allowed me to pick out what really matters in life. Materially, anyway. So without further ado, a list of things I’ll likely require before I can go from calling a place “wherever the hell I live” to “home.”
School is great. I am learning politics a lot. Please send protein bars.
See you at break!
Laura
“This movie leans heavy on the back-of-the-head follow-shot, which has become an indie cliché.” - Noel Murray, A.V. Club review of Sundace, Day 2
— Starburns
I’ve never read much Hemingway. For some reason he was shunted out of high school english books, and Hemingway is so intimidating to me that I wasn’t about to start reading his stuff until I was required to.