sex and dying in high society...
well, not really. more like sex and breakfast food in low society. and being busted out by my dad this morning--luckily we were dressed and just sleeping.
anyone ever dated someone whose religious beliefs were vastly different than your own? I know, it's passe to subscribe to organized religion or some such shit, but what if you fall for someone who does? how do you feel about it? mostly, I feel a bit left out. like it's a wall between us. something I won't be part of. but then again, maybe I'm looking for that wall so I don't have to get attached and put myself on the line again. I wonder.
I saw Munich last night, and just like all Spielberg movies, it failed to emotionally engage me. I cared more about each member of the ensemble cast of Syriana than I did for the one central lead of Munich. And I had a hard time staying awake. I think it was A.O. Scott of the NYTimes that commented that Spielberg has been "beating us over the head with his virtuosity for years and now he's trying to make us think." But when he's too busy beautifully choreographing how bodies fall and blood splatters, it's hard to feel anything. Technically, sure, it was a good movie. If you'd like cinematography lessons, have at it. But I just didn't care.
Ok. I think I'm off to go underwear shopping until he calls. I keep waiting for us to get sick of each other or to run out of things to talk about. Hasn't happened yet, but it's only been a few weeks. I am far too cynical about dating. Usually it takes a couple of months for that shit.
well, not really. more like sex and breakfast food in low society. and being busted out by my dad this morning--luckily we were dressed and just sleeping.
anyone ever dated someone whose religious beliefs were vastly different than your own? I know, it's passe to subscribe to organized religion or some such shit, but what if you fall for someone who does? how do you feel about it? mostly, I feel a bit left out. like it's a wall between us. something I won't be part of. but then again, maybe I'm looking for that wall so I don't have to get attached and put myself on the line again. I wonder.
I saw Munich last night, and just like all Spielberg movies, it failed to emotionally engage me. I cared more about each member of the ensemble cast of Syriana than I did for the one central lead of Munich. And I had a hard time staying awake. I think it was A.O. Scott of the NYTimes that commented that Spielberg has been "beating us over the head with his virtuosity for years and now he's trying to make us think." But when he's too busy beautifully choreographing how bodies fall and blood splatters, it's hard to feel anything. Technically, sure, it was a good movie. If you'd like cinematography lessons, have at it. But I just didn't care.
Ok. I think I'm off to go underwear shopping until he calls. I keep waiting for us to get sick of each other or to run out of things to talk about. Hasn't happened yet, but it's only been a few weeks. I am far too cynical about dating. Usually it takes a couple of months for that shit.
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Lord knows Spurrier and the Florida Gators had Peyton's number in college.
He is still a LONG ways from being the go-to QB that can win you the big game.
and yes, winter is a relative thing, but i require at least a dusting of snow. even in portland i could look at mount hood and just knowing there was snow up there was reassuring.
[Edited on Jan 16, 2006 6:03PM]