outfitSunday, January 30, 2011
|I'm sorry this photograph is blurry. I didn't really have time to make sure it turned out alright. And it didn't. Oh well.|
I love Somebody Loved by The Weepies. It literally makes me feel loved. Ha, strange how music can do that to you. I sometimes think music is overrated. It seems like people try to numb themselves by listening to music and not relating to their own lives. I love the part in Amélie when the old man says, "She'd rather imagine herself relating to an absent person than build relationships with those around her?" and Amélie says, "Maybe she tries hard to fix other people's messy lives."
|Today one of my friends asked me what I thought about her theory. I asked her what it was, and she said that real life was the dream and dreams were real life. It completely shocked me because a year ago for my english class I had to write a scary story and I came up with that idea! I haven't really told anyone though, so it's such a strange coincidence that she thought of the same thing. I don't know. Maybe a lot of people think of things like that but don't say anything about it. I love hearing people's theories. I have a theory about deja vu. I think that there are all of these dimensions and in every dimension, a different possibility happens. So, in this dimesion, you're reading this blog post and nothing else is happening. In another dimension, you're reading it and you look over at the clock and it's 9:42, and then you hear a commercial on the television. So, maybe you'll continue reading, and nothing will happen. Or coincidentally you'll look at your clock and it will read 9:42 and you'll hear a commercial. You'll feel like it's already happened, because it has, only in another dimension.|
Maybe it only makes sense in my mind.
|Amélie is by far my favorite movie. Every single time I watch it I find something new to love. And this song is my absolute favorite piano song. Yann Tiersen is amazing.|
|I only like eggs sometimes. Whenever I make them I have to add sea salt and ginger, otherwise they taste gross. And if they are liquid-y at all, I can't eat them. My brother says that eggs are baby chickens that never had the chance to grow. I wonder if that's true. I always thought they weren't fertilized so they could never grow to be chickens. I guess I could look it up, but I kind of don't want to, because if they are baby chickens, then I won't eat eggs anymore. Which means I will hardly be able to eat anything.|
|My friend told me to meet him at the park. Once I arrived he sat me down to tell me all of the reasons why he loved being my friend and why he admired me. He actually had a list. It was the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. I've never had someone be so blunt about all of my redeeming qualities. It made me really happy.|
|I despise the fact that this picture is a different orientation than the rest, but I couldn't not add it, so, I guess we'll all just have to endure.|
I'm obesses with a movie called Paper Heart. It's so good. It's a mockumentary (a fake documentary) about a girl who doesn't believe in love. She goes around and interviews people about their stories and opinions about love. It's a super cute movie.
|New favorite thing: Creating these gifs.|
Favorite food during winter: Marshmallow Santa's
Favorite food during summer: Snowcones
Recently accomplished task: Sitting with somebody at lunch who didn't have any friends. His name was Daniel and he liked drama. We had a very nice conversation.
Favorite moment of the day: The automatic doors not opening for me until I started to walk away.
Loved movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Song pleasure: Us by Regina Spektor
Hating: People who talk non-stop.
Curiosity: Hinduism, their beliefs, and culture.
Excited for: My niece to be born.