It’s also beautiful, but mostly it’s hot. Like oh my god what did I do to deserve this? hot.
Just a quick update to let you know I’m not dead. Which is awesome. Back in the US Sunday night. See you then.
Anger Management
Hey, it sure does feel good to be right. I’m glad I didn’t update to measly old Wordpress 2.0.7 because then I would’ve seen this new Ella business and torn my hair out. Is upgrading such an ordeal for anyone else? I started this process at 10 last night after 24* and here it is early Tuesday morning. There were tears. Then I enlisted the help of TBU, regretting it almost immediately. Words and phrases were taken out of context by both parties. Then there were more tears and a few moments of deciding I just wouldn’t have a blog anymore. But I pulled through and after a bit of tweaking I think I’m ok. I miss the old posting format though, Ella is a bit of a snob. Seriously, I feel like such a failure at Wordpress because the “Famous five minute install” took me two days and multiple attempts. Little by little I’m getting a hold of the php thing, but sheesh.
*After watching five seasons of 24, TBU has just brought it to my attention that Jack Bauer is just Macgyver for the new millenium. A Macgyver that will bite your throat off but a Macgyver nonetheless. I mean, there was that scene tonight where he saves a guy from a helicopter with a janky piece of metal. That’s when it was like, “Oh, I’ve seen this before. When I was eight.”
Everybody say transition! Yeah! Oh hell yeah!
I’ve completely checked out of my job. We leave for Costa Rica on Thursday (we leave from LA on Friday, but we’re driving down early to rest and visit Thursday night) and I just could not care less. Oh, Student wants to bitch and moan about doing math? That’s fine, I’m just reading the paper. What. Ever. Oh, my ten minute break was twenty five minutes? What are you going to do about it, teacher? That’s what I thought. That attitude is why I’m sitting here posting at almost 1am, I don’t care if I’m tired tomorrow. I’m not really going to do my job anyway.
If I didn’t think before I spoke (or typed) I might sound something like this, “Costa Rica Costa Rica Costa Rica sex Costa Rica Costa Rica dinner Costa Rica Costa Rica where are my vitamins? Costa Rica Costa Rica Costa Rica sex Costa Rica pour me a glass of wine, please Costa Rica.”
We were in San Francisco last night. By last night I mean Sunday night, if I haven’t fallen asleep it’s still Moday. Anyway, San Francisco, last night. The reasons were complicated but I’ll just let you know that TBU’s boss gave us his credit card and said the words “carte blanche.” We didn’t go apeshit but we did indulge in dinner more than we would have on our own tab. We ordered drinks, appetizers AND salad. That was aside from the regular entrees we ordered. It may not be a big deal for some of you lotto winners and heiresses but it was a most delightful treat for us. The best part of it was someone else paid for it and they weren’t even there. TBU and I enjoyed a romantic evening for two in San Francisco’s adorable North Beach. That’s where we had, what we both consider to be our first date and it was fun to be back there on someone else’s dime and with a lot less rain.
Seriously though, it’s getting late and I have to be up at 7am.
[tags]Costa Rica, travel, Wordpress, Wordpress Ella, 24, Jack Bauer, Macgyver, eat shit and die[/tags]
Why I can’t wait til I’m 30
I stayed up really, really late reading Brittanie’s archives. I was kinda taken aback at how similar we are. Of course, she is much cooler and does things on a daily basis that I would like to do if I were a more awesome person. Damn Vespa riding bitch. Then I got to a post that I totally disagreed with and felt like I had to take responsibility for the lack of understanding between us. Have I mentioned I DO NOT KNOW THIS PERSON IN REAL LIFE? This is how much of a weirdo I am. I tried to reconcile with her opinion, but I simply could not. I learned something about myself. I learned I usually assume the other person is right when there is a discrepancy of some sort. I have always done it but I took a good look at it last night. Mostly, it’s when the other person is someone I respect for some reason. For expample, I respect Brittanie for her seemingly effortless writing and balls to do so with her real identity. I found out how much I really disagreed with her because, although my first instinct is to defer to the other person, I just couldn’t let her have it. Then I realized that I have a built-in barometer for what I feel strongly about. I don’t know if this is just me because I am not yet emotionally full grown, but sometimes I don’t know what my opinion is on various issues. I may think I feel a certain way then someone comes along with a well-formed argument and I am easily swayed. I am not necessarily swayed to their side of the pendulum but I am easily swayed to the middle. But if I cannot be swayed even a little then I know where I stand. And, even though I wish I knew myself a little better, that’s pretty cool. I guess respecting my barometer is part of knowing myself. Maybe I don’t have to have strong opinions on everything. I can deal with that.
Oh, I also learned that I can still read and enjoy her blog even though there is one thing (so far) that we don’t see eye to eye on. Maybe I tried so hard to agree with her because were are so similar in tons of other ways, at least from what I read. I hope this doesn’t sound creepy or obsessive. I am fully aware that she is a real person, entitled to her views. I know we only know each other from one side of the computer screen. No, I don’t host dolly tea parties and have imaginary conversations with her. I am not going crazy. There is something incredibly intimate, though, in reading what someone write’s about themselves. After a while I start to root for them and it’s easy to find ways to relate. That’s all, no crazy, just empathy.*
*Goddamn me and not being able to resist the urge to defend myself. When will I be able to write something and just let it stand for itself?
TBU’s best quote last night, “I demand that everything wow me.” I totally understand.
We leave for Costa Rica on Friday, THIS FRIDAY, and I am woefully under prepared.** Luckily, I have the absolute essentials ready, like my passport. But I don’t have the little things that make travelling a little easier. Since we will be travelling all around the Western part of the country for the second half of the trip we are only taking backpacks. No luggage, just backpacks. I am a pretty light packer, but 9 days on a backpack? I am a little nervous. I’ve been writing then editing list after list of what I need. Camera definitely. Binoculars non-essential.
**I suspect I used that exact phrase in reference to Mexico. Freshen up Millionizer.
I have about 14 things that need to be mailed out to 14 different people and I just do not want to go to the post office. I will have to soon, though because things are starting to pile up. Since we are leaving at the end of the week I guess I have to.
I watched this movie last night and I would definitely recommend it. It inspired me as a filmmaker and I haven’t been inspired in a long time. Years. It made me want to take action start affecting (is that the word I’m looking for?) changes, not only in the film industry but American pop culture. We need it. I also like how Kirby Dick gave us a lesson on the ratings system and the history of censorship in American films and basically everything you need to know about the birth of the industry as we know it in less than 10 minutes. I spent 9 weeks on the same subject and now I feel like I finally understand it. Film school is so fucking pretentious. That might be why I liked it so much. Finally! A reason to feel pretentious.
The Millionizer got new underwear and thinks about how sexy they feel under her jeans for a large portion of her day. Especially at work.
[tags]American Film, film school, self realization, Costa Rica, travel[/tags]