So I decided that blogging is probably a good thing for me -- it's going to help keep up my writing skills (ha! as if I have any to begin with), and it's something semi-productive to do while I'm bored, which happens frequently at school (I'm pretty sure that I have moderate to severe ADD). Anyway, to update you on the past 6/7 months that I have been totally absent.... School
is driving me nuts. That pretty much sums up everything. It's been a tough school year, and this last part we just finished was our toughest. But it's over now (thank god)! But of course that cycle starts all over again on Monday. Eh. It's not something I really want to think about now.
So today was the last full day of my spring break. It's been nice to be at home, though I have basically gone to work with my dad every single day of the week, but that's ok -- I don't mind it so much. Today we had dinner at my dad's office and watched "Fantastic Mr. Fox." And it was good. But it seems that every time I walk away from a Wes Anderson movie, I always feel the same. I'm not sure how to describe it -- satisfied but curiously craving more? Whatever that feeling is, I felt it again after watching "Fantastic Mr. Fox." You know what? It might have been
because of their prolific use of the word "cuss." That charmed the pants off me (as did Ash, the token Jason Schwartzman character). I think I just love movies where there is a character who just can't win because I can totally relate. Though, now that I think about it, there are always movies about losers, but I'm not really sure there is ever a clear moral or conclusion at the end. People will always be better, but try your best anyway or settle? Whatever. I'll just stick with: I'm different/unique/special/awesome.
And this is totally off topic, but for some reason, I keep thinking about Dash Snow. Maybe because he just died? Or maybe because everywhere I go in NY, I see his tag or a spray-painted obituaries by his admirers and friends. But I always think about this one polaroid he took. It's nothing spectacular, but it's just stuck in my head:
When I'm always driving at night, I always get a weird chuckle out of broken down signs. Like today, instead of saying "Memorial Hermann," the sign lit up as "Memorial He mann," which I thought was hilarious for some reason. It's probably because I like those kinds of mistakes. Maybe it's the subconscious of the business speaking. I don't know. But it gives things character. The world seems less perfect. It's such a small thing, and you're probably rolling your eyes as you are reading this. But whatever, it's the little things that get to me.
I had another stupid thought, but now I can't remember what it was.
I'm excited about the summer, though. Not the heat part or getting to wear jorts part. But this summer I get to work with a pediatric oncologist. And hopefully (hopefully), I won't screw it up. We'll see.
OH! And I just discovered the UK based Soundway Records. I remember going into a record shop in Charlotte and laying eyes on the raddest cover that I have seen in awhile. And the title was even more appetizing: "Nigerian Disco Funk Special." I WANT TO LISTEN! Fortunately, my sister works for her college radio station, so I got a copy of the "Ghana Special" record. It's pretty fantastic. I don't know -- lately I've been really fascinated by rhythms. I've been perusing whatever bossa nova, afro-pop, and hip-hop I have in my collection. Got to keep the morale up, I suppose.
Anyway, I think that's probably all I have to say for now. Until the next time I get bored, I guess.
