Look on, ye snail-themed window clings, and despair

Movies I watched: Divergent (2014)

This was very, very fine and very, very serviceable if the public feels like it’s in need of a new dystopian YA series to latch onto once The Hunger Games movies end, but man, it is no fun. And I get it, this is a series about fear and about courage and learning to overcome that which is most challenging to us. But it was just so dry for how ridiculous it was. The metaphors are so plain and apparent, and for a film and series with such a goofy love story, it takes itself so seriously.

Truthfully the most fun I had watching this was spotting that both Shailene Woodley’s past and future on-screen boyfriends––Miles Teller and Ansel Elgort, respectively––both show up in this and seemingly have a lot more fun in the film than she does. I hope she doesn’t get locked into this series though it certainly does seem that way. Woodley’s so capable and competent, but also much better utilized in a character that allows some kind of emotional depth.

I spent the morning of my 23rd birthday telling jokes and talking about what I learned this year and all the places I’ve thrown up and all the times I’ve cried. 22 was so fucking tough and stupid sometimes. There were mornings where I woke up and just cried and didn’t want to be the person I was becoming but didn’t know how to be anything else.
I’ve spent today taking care of myself and running errands and googling “how do you deposit cold hard cash” and then giving up on depositing cold hard cash. I ate tacos and I saw my whole family, and I got to speak with and spend time with people I find special and important. I’m sitting in my childhood bedroom, at home at my parents’ house, where I spent so much of the year I was 22, just soaking in the love (and baked goods) here. I am filled with such gratitude and humility on this birthday. I’ve reached a point where I’m starting to become pretty excited about what I’m going to do and what I’m going to become.
I still never get enough sleep, I don’t eat quite enough vegetables, I’m late on my freelance projects sometimes, and sometimes I get salty when I find myself having to pursue stuff in the arts, but truly I am so happy and so blessed and so lucky to have all that I have today.

I spent the morning of my 23rd birthday telling jokes and talking about what I learned this year and all the places I’ve thrown up and all the times I’ve cried. 22 was so fucking tough and stupid sometimes. There were mornings where I woke up and just cried and didn’t want to be the person I was becoming but didn’t know how to be anything else.

I’ve spent today taking care of myself and running errands and googling “how do you deposit cold hard cash” and then giving up on depositing cold hard cash. I ate tacos and I saw my whole family, and I got to speak with and spend time with people I find special and important. I’m sitting in my childhood bedroom, at home at my parents’ house, where I spent so much of the year I was 22, just soaking in the love (and baked goods) here. I am filled with such gratitude and humility on this birthday. I’ve reached a point where I’m starting to become pretty excited about what I’m going to do and what I’m going to become.

I still never get enough sleep, I don’t eat quite enough vegetables, I’m late on my freelance projects sometimes, and sometimes I get salty when I find myself having to pursue stuff in the arts, but truly I am so happy and so blessed and so lucky to have all that I have today.

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current mood: john marshall having a misadventure in the library of congress

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It’s something between my lack of sleep and general theory that Will and Kate are probably more normal and grounded than most American celebrity couples, but these pictures of bb Prince George in New Zealand are KILLING ME this morning.

the other day at the shop

  • Mother (to her daughter, while pointing at me): Look at her liner. Look at the wings. She's done such a good job. You've done a really good job with your eyeliner.
  • Me: Thank you.
  • Mother (back to her daughter): You look like a member of Green Day when you try to put eyeliner on. Good god.

Movies I Watched: The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)

I really and truly wanted to like this more than I did, but for the most part, I was disappointed with this film—especially after how wonderful Moonrise Kingdom was. Moonrise had the standard zaniness and breaking of the fourth wall that this sometimes had, but at its heart, it was a very human story, and even smaller subplots (Bruce Willis/Francis McDormand) had a great amount of heart to them. This just felt like it was madcap and out of control from the bulk of it, and not even in a particularly entertaining way. The middle third of the film dragged and was unnecessarily talky in parts. Ralph Fiennes is so lovely and charming but there is really nothing more to that character beyond loveliness and charm. The film wants to argue otherwise at the end, but it felt like forced emotion. Additionally! You’ve got three phenomenal female actresses in this: Léa Seydoux, Saoirse (I spelled this right without googling) Ronan, and Tilda Swinton. GIVE THEM MORE THAN A HANDFUL OF LINES! Ronan’s character has the most to work with, but even then, it’s barely anything at all.

As excited as I was for every cameo in this, I could have used about ten less characters too.

Things I did like: the whole vibe given to Adrien Brody’s character was weird and evil and kind of like an old Disney villain. That stylization was cool and they could have spent more time on the Lutz’s as a family and I wouldn’t have been mad about it. And, of course, as with every Wes Anderson film, the art design and costuming is incredible. There’s something to look at in every scene and it is stunning to watch throughout. It’s one to see in theaters, especially if you’re curious about the design and feel of it, but ultimately a shallow story that plays more with its environment than its characters.

Movies I watched: Fargo (1996)
I’m getting very excited and very intrigued by the upcoming FX series adaptation of Fargo, but it felt inappropriate for me to have this excitement without ever having seen the original film. I got together with an old friend and watched it this past Wednesday night. It’s so fun! It’s so good. It holds up surprisingly well despite being nearly twenty years old. It’s hard to call yourself a Coen Brothers fan and never have seen Fargo, so I feel grateful to have remedied it.
Frances McDormand is truly wonderful and worthy of all the accolades she got for this. It almost feels like the overarching theme of this film was “men can’t do anything, just let a single woman figure out all this shit.” It’s fairly short and not half as violent as most other things out there. If you haven’t carved out 90 minutes to sit down and watch this, you definitely should. (Or rewatch it. I imagine I will be sometime in the future.)

Movies I watched: Fargo (1996)

I’m getting very excited and very intrigued by the upcoming FX series adaptation of Fargo, but it felt inappropriate for me to have this excitement without ever having seen the original film. I got together with an old friend and watched it this past Wednesday night. It’s so fun! It’s so good. It holds up surprisingly well despite being nearly twenty years old. It’s hard to call yourself a Coen Brothers fan and never have seen Fargo, so I feel grateful to have remedied it.

Frances McDormand is truly wonderful and worthy of all the accolades she got for this. It almost feels like the overarching theme of this film was “men can’t do anything, just let a single woman figure out all this shit.” It’s fairly short and not half as violent as most other things out there. If you haven’t carved out 90 minutes to sit down and watch this, you definitely should. (Or rewatch it. I imagine I will be sometime in the future.)

Watch me open up about my childhood in this sketch

JK it’s all promotional material

DOUBLE JK I just get yelled at for most of it

last night at work

  • Me: Can I offer you any samples?
  • Customer: I don't know, can you?
  • Me: :|
  • Customer: :|

Impromptu beach day. (at Foster Beach)

  • Other girls: Starbucks, iPhone, boy bands, Uggs and yoga pants, John Green, endless drama over boys
  • Me: impeccable waistcoat, Federalist Papers, loose constructionist, endless drama w/ Aaron Burr, I am Alexander Hamilton