That's The Departure, all mapped out. I can't get it out of my head, and I'm sure it's always relevant...
So I'm an idiot. I wrote a bunch of stuff here about bois before and I'm taking it off now. I think it's inappropriate, maybe given all the people that read my amazing blog. Just let it be known that I make stupid decisions which make it hard for people to stay interested in me.
BUT. I'm pretty much a JSF/Facelets expert. No one thinks that's sexy but at least it will keep a steady paycheck.
I know today I feel doomed because some romantic entanglement didn't work out. and that sucks. But I'll find somebody awesome who digs my super smarts and my perfect hair and my nice paycheck, and will thus fall madly in love with me.
The end.
*devon*
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Saturday, November 24, 2007
On the big screen with my big dreams
the gloria record, a spinoff of a little band you might love called mineral. mineral's awesome. the gloria record can be sappy. all in all, a good listen.
Today I went to go see the Darjeeling Limited. It was amazing and anyone who says otherwise is no friend of mine. Wes Anderson, and I'm not just saying this for Houston pride, is quite possible the best independent director and writer of his generation. This flick was so aesthetically pleasing, I felt warm and fuzzy the whole way through. BUT i have a gripe. That movie was hilarious, I was ticked every couple of minutes are so, but everyone else, minus my movie companion, just didn't get it or had no sense of humor. That was disappointing for me. I wanted to shout at them, and scold them for their poor audience performance. What if Wes had decided to sneak a peak in the back of our San Francisco theater and get a feel for the SF matinee crowd? His feelings would have been hurt. Or perhaps he will dumb down his future writings to please the masses. More toilet jokes for the crowds. That always gets a chuckle.
In case you were there Wes, your movie was fabulous. And I think my laughter was loud enough for all seven of us anyway.
*devon*
Today I went to go see the Darjeeling Limited. It was amazing and anyone who says otherwise is no friend of mine. Wes Anderson, and I'm not just saying this for Houston pride, is quite possible the best independent director and writer of his generation. This flick was so aesthetically pleasing, I felt warm and fuzzy the whole way through. BUT i have a gripe. That movie was hilarious, I was ticked every couple of minutes are so, but everyone else, minus my movie companion, just didn't get it or had no sense of humor. That was disappointing for me. I wanted to shout at them, and scold them for their poor audience performance. What if Wes had decided to sneak a peak in the back of our San Francisco theater and get a feel for the SF matinee crowd? His feelings would have been hurt. Or perhaps he will dumb down his future writings to please the masses. More toilet jokes for the crowds. That always gets a chuckle.
In case you were there Wes, your movie was fabulous. And I think my laughter was loud enough for all seven of us anyway.
*devon*
Friday, November 23, 2007
parents just don't understand
that's totally the fresh prince. not my typical cup of tea, but i believe it's still as true today as it was when he first belted it.
So something interesting came up! My mother called my screaming and yelling at me because I went to my brother's wedding and she wasn't invited. She said I was selfish and a bitch and a slut and everyone thinks so. Seriously. I had written her out of my life for like seven years and only over the last year I've spoken to her a hand full of times. She's crazy. seriously. i just had to get that off my chest.
So something interesting came up! My mother called my screaming and yelling at me because I went to my brother's wedding and she wasn't invited. She said I was selfish and a bitch and a slut and everyone thinks so. Seriously. I had written her out of my life for like seven years and only over the last year I've spoken to her a hand full of times. She's crazy. seriously. i just had to get that off my chest.
i tried to drink you off my mind, i just got wasted
That's jawbreaker lyrics. seriously. jawbreaker is quite possibly the best band that ever existed. you should check them out, if you even read these sorts of things.
writing is therapy. sweet sweet therapy. and i can dig it, even with out an audience...in face! better without an audience, because then i don't have to look back and say, dang! there's a dangling modifier! someone's going to notice that and think badly of me! so there. don't read my blog. i like it that way.
anyway. having a cold makes my life super boring. last week i was a cry baby and cursing the world and hating college transfers and ex boyfriends and new jobs and apartment hunting. my last two days have just been boring where i'm twiddling my thumbs begging for something surprising to surprise me! where are you some-surprising-something-or-another? i want to play. going outside makes me a little dizzy though...perhaps an indoor activity? oh! i should go to the movies! that's an out of the house low impact activity. i'm perplexed with the inability to find something interesting to type about.
here's something. my brother and his new fabulous wife are pregnant. I'm super stoked about this because I will get a niece or nephew out if it to spoil, but at the same time, i feel my family is dwindling and my phone calls from him will be less and less. and my time spent with him will be less and less. and that is disappointing. i love him. and the rest of my family sucks. seriously, its a chore with them, my mother is a psychopath, my father is invisible, and the extended family is like drama/guilt trip central. perhaps it is time for me to court a man and get fat and pregnant. yes. perhaps it is time...
*devon*
writing is therapy. sweet sweet therapy. and i can dig it, even with out an audience...in face! better without an audience, because then i don't have to look back and say, dang! there's a dangling modifier! someone's going to notice that and think badly of me! so there. don't read my blog. i like it that way.
anyway. having a cold makes my life super boring. last week i was a cry baby and cursing the world and hating college transfers and ex boyfriends and new jobs and apartment hunting. my last two days have just been boring where i'm twiddling my thumbs begging for something surprising to surprise me! where are you some-surprising-something-or-another? i want to play. going outside makes me a little dizzy though...perhaps an indoor activity? oh! i should go to the movies! that's an out of the house low impact activity. i'm perplexed with the inability to find something interesting to type about.
here's something. my brother and his new fabulous wife are pregnant. I'm super stoked about this because I will get a niece or nephew out if it to spoil, but at the same time, i feel my family is dwindling and my phone calls from him will be less and less. and my time spent with him will be less and less. and that is disappointing. i love him. and the rest of my family sucks. seriously, its a chore with them, my mother is a psychopath, my father is invisible, and the extended family is like drama/guilt trip central. perhaps it is time for me to court a man and get fat and pregnant. yes. perhaps it is time...
*devon*
Thursday, November 22, 2007
lonely holiday
That's an old 97's song, for anyone interested in that sort of thing.
So here lies my first Thanksgiving alone. Its not as tormenting as one might expect this sort of thing to go. I'm not even sad, given that my bf of two and half years and i have broken and he decided to take these five days in Mexico with his twin brother. Also, that I have to find a new apartment in a pretty much foreign city that is far far too expensive to live in. Or that I am ridiculously sick with some one else's cold, so I can't even get drunk and show face to the one invitation I received..
Honestly, this is a fattening holiday. I should veto it with a salad and fill out apartment applications. Though I'm slightly delirious and thus slightly retarded so studying the way water sounds seems much more interesting to me at this moment. Perhaps that is how I'll spend this evening.
Also, why aren't I receiving any pings on match? stupid.
*devon*
So here lies my first Thanksgiving alone. Its not as tormenting as one might expect this sort of thing to go. I'm not even sad, given that my bf of two and half years and i have broken and he decided to take these five days in Mexico with his twin brother. Also, that I have to find a new apartment in a pretty much foreign city that is far far too expensive to live in. Or that I am ridiculously sick with some one else's cold, so I can't even get drunk and show face to the one invitation I received..
Honestly, this is a fattening holiday. I should veto it with a salad and fill out apartment applications. Though I'm slightly delirious and thus slightly retarded so studying the way water sounds seems much more interesting to me at this moment. Perhaps that is how I'll spend this evening.
Also, why aren't I receiving any pings on match? stupid.
*devon*
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