| Daily horoscope |
[03 Nov 2009|09:36pm] |
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"You feel like taking it easy today so head out for lunch with some friends and roll back into work in due time. You've scarfed back your fair share of stale sandwiches desk-side and deserve some extra time off. It's all about balance right now and you're not about to let anything ruin the perfect calibration you've achieved."
Bullshit science, but I can't help but read it whenever I have time to kill. (Not like balance is present in any aspect of my life right now anyhow.)
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| Birthdays |
[30 May 2009|10:42pm] |
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My sister turns eighteen in a few hours.
It’s strange, really. As it is to most people who have younger siblings, she’ll always seem much younger - in my mindset, she is forever an eight year old. Perhaps it’s because that was the year we fought the most; maybe it’s the roundness of her features that remind me of the intertwining circles that make up the number. I find myself looking at her these days and heaving giant sighs, at which she turns around and asks me what the matter is.
“Nothing,” I say. “You just really, really don’t look your age, that’s all.” Usually this remark is delivered while she’s rifling through her closet in preparation for yet another tennis lesson; we’re complete opposites in terms of sport. I’d be perched on her desk chair, deciding what to have for breakfast after she leaves. (Eating is so much more enjoyable when I’m alone.) A withering look is thrown in my direction before she goes back to looking for her shorts. It’s not like I was being cruel. As her face was turned toward her personal sartorial hurricane, she couldn’t see how wistful I looked earlier. Chin cradled in palm and all that.
One might think of this as uncharacteristically motherly of me, but in truth that isn’t the case at all. I’m glad for G to grow up - or in her case, be forced to come to a sudden realization that she no longer has a built-in excuse to be a mute around the opposite sex or refuse that glass of wine at dinner. It’s always been fairly frustrating for me that we have almost nothing in common, aside from the nose we both unfortunately got from our father. She is the perfect shade of cafe au lait and built like a swimmer; lean. I look more like a string of spaghetti, slight and softer past the edges. But the nose: there is no denying we are related once you put us side by side.
I’m only wistful because that means I have to grow up, too. Of course. That’s always the case.
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[04 Apr 2009|01:10am] |
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Just watched Adventureland. A coming-of-age story from the same guy who directed Superbad - obviously many jokes made on inappropriate bodily functions were made - but I definitely appreciated the romance more than the comedy. Weird, but I can't help the effect warm weather has on me. Even when that "April showers bring May flowers" saying can't be more true. I don't get all the KStew hate; she's the perfect juxtaposition of awkward and sexy.
I watch too many films.
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| Lady sings the blues |
[02 Mar 2009|07:43pm] |
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- The jazz scene from the forties is a difficult ocean to navigate, but Billie Holiday is an ideal anchor. Sure, she started off as a hooker, but her first performance was an accident that moved her audience to tears. Unsurprising, considering how that voice induces more emotion than all of this year's Oscars nominees combined. She makes me want to replace all my lamps with candles, my speakers with an old record player and my ponytail with a beehive. Give me I'll Be Seeing You over Idiot Swift's Teardrops On My Guitar any day. Definitely on the less likely end of my musical spectrum but I'm a girl of multidimensional taste.
- The sun set only two hours ago. Spring is undoubtedly on its way but he (or she) is sure taking his (or her) sweet time. The fact that I choose to include this on my list of observations during the coldest week of this winter says a lot about my anticipation. (The fact that New York had a snow day is still boggling my mind.) I've always enjoyed this translation. The first sighting of goose-pimpled limbs, the colour explosion at Zara's latest window display, even the rain. It's been awhile since I've had a good thunderstorm. It's unlikely that I'd get to see the east coast thaw though; I'm off to California in a few weeks. Shame.
- A friend mentioned to me today how my virtual presence basically says nothing about who I am, where I am, or what I do. Or even what I look like, seeing as how all the pictures I provide are profilic or obscured by my glasses. I suppose she's right in the terms of those social networking sites. (Being private? On Facebook?! Yes, really.) She's one of those friends who I can't quite guess how much she knows about me, so I don't know how accurate she is from her perspective. Everything I don't tell her she ends up finding out anyway. Now that I think about it, it may be one of her major talents.
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| Problematic girls |
[10 Dec 2008|12:07am] |
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Been
- rediscovering the greatness that is Bloc Party. I have This Modern Love on repeat; it just so perfectly sums up a) what the definition of love is in our generation, b) how it's changed and c) makes it a little less cynical, despite how steep the hill romance is rolling down. Yeah, it's that time of the year - of course some sort of "Singleton"-style whining is bound to commence. I'm kind of tired of screwing around and barely getting anything out of it. Feel free to give out my number.
- eating a lot of canned corn. It's pretty disgusting. Why am I not taking advantage of my culinary situation now that I have someone to cook for me?
- and fruit. Oranges are the ultimate hangover cure - at least, in my case.
- obviously going out way too much. Now that my week officially starts on a Wednesday (Monday and Tuesday nights are weekends now) I find that time is going by a whole lot faster. I'm still taking things relatively easy since the disaster that was October/November, but it's my birthday on Thursday. If I didn't owe it to myself to have a little blackout-inducing fun, I owe it to my friends for being such a miserable hack.
- really excited to do one of those 'end of the year' surveys. I've been itching to post one for weeks now but it's still technically the beginning of December; a lot can happen in three weeks. Who knows?
- wearing the same patent leather ankle boots everyday. In the wrong light I look vaguely prostitute-like but since we're all whoring ourselves for the post-finals occasion, might as well make it obvious. I finished a whole two weeks earlier than most people and I am BORED.
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