I'm still really sick. As a result I've been slow at work, writing emails, going to class, calling people. Just generally. I've slowed down.
I went to work yesterday. I'm pretty sure that during my six hour shift I made everyone I work with and every customer I came in contact with sick.
I didn't go to class. It was the first class I've missed this acedemic year. Pretty fucking irritateing.
I slept a lot. Had dinner with Katie L. who I'm going to roommate with next year, then went with Nicole to blockbusters to get 'Lord of War'.
While we were crossing the parking lot, Nicole suggested we should have icecream. TCBY, because she has some theory about frozen yoghurt being so much better for you than ice cream. Anyway, we went into the shop, we argued with the little man for a discount, and then we sat outisde on a little stone table and ate ice cream cones. We talked about deja-vu and it reminded me of being a little girl. Nicole eats ice cream incredibily fast, but we sat out there for a good twenty minutes and talked. It was a rare and very pleasent experience.
Then we went home, I got my laundry and Nicole and Seana (!) came and hung out in my room, we talked about our blood groups, and I imed with Rachel. [I'm sending her a final four shirt. She is very excited] then we all went back to the apartment and watched 'Lord of War' while Katie and Lauren nearly set themselves on fire, and I feel like Sam kind of watched. After the movie Sam, Nicole and Seana and I chatted a little bit and then I came home. It was a very calm and peaceful evening. Good.
'Lord of War' is a ridiculously good movie, we first saw it by accident trying to see 'Jarhead' in the JC cinema, [which I still haven't seen, despite honestly wanting to run away with Jake Gyllenhaal] Anyway, it's a very good film, about good and evil and the problems of the world. It looks at a Ukrainian arms dealer effectively making a shit-load off the break down of the USSR in the early 90's and then suppling AK-47's to conflicts in Seirra Leone etc. in Africa. It's a scary portrayal of America [and capitalism], and also of Africa and a lot of the violence people don't realise is in Africa, [ a lot of the aspects of Africa I have never seen. One thing I can say for my home country, is that it's quiet. No wars for Zambia. Seriously, our struggle for independence in '64 wasn't so much a struggle, as a minor scuffle] and finally a scary portrayal of the freakish adapatability of Eastern Europeans and the often disasterous effects of the break down of the Soveit Union and perhaps the idea that such a disenfrancised bunch of people such as Ukrainians, Hungarians, Rumanians, and all the rest of the indistinguishable Slavs, Slovaks, and general eastern and Balkan peoples that comprise that infinitly confused corner of the world should ever been running countries, let alone fighting wars.
Though admitadly, if I could go anywhere, I would go and travel and conceivably be in Eastern Europe. The more I ponder it, the more I realise, Eastern Europe and it's whole deal really explains a lot about me.
But in any case it's an excellent movie.
"Kalashnikovs are Russians #1 export, followed by Vodka, Caviar and Suicidal Novelists" [which reminds me, everyone, specifically all of the wonderful god-doubting, realists I know should real "The Master and Margarita" by Mikhail Bulgakov ]
"My job enables people in developing countries to hold respectable wars."
Earlier this week Nicole and I [well, mostly Nicole. I watched and nodded] made a lot of our reservations and paid our 'upfronts' for our trip to Europe. I said I would write more about this. We're going towards the end of summer, she's going to spend time in Belgium and Switzerland and then we're going to spend two weeks, travelling from London to Rome. I don't know really what the purpose of this trip is, because Nicole and I have both been to Europe and travelled extensively [though neither of us have been to Rome] and as far as most college students are concerned I don't think we're going to find ourselves in Europe.
I think a lot of it is going to be an independence issue, we're going to get to manage and control a lot of the things our parents have been guiding us through our whole lives.
I know, personally, I'm just excited to travel. There's something awesome, I think about the idea that my father spent so much time with just a little bag and a passport travelling around Europe and Asia and South America and quite honestly the more I think about it, the more I realise how much like my father I'm becoming as I grow older. It seems strange, and it seems stranger because I'm not striving against it all that much.
Our trip is going to go from London to Amsterdam to Paris to Nice [via Marseilles] to Venice to Rome and then we're going to try and get back to our respective places, she's going to meet with her parents, and I'm going to to go back to London so that I can come back to DC.
Well. I feel pretty damned good about this entry. Otherwise feel Shit. Shit. Shit.
I went to work yesterday. I'm pretty sure that during my six hour shift I made everyone I work with and every customer I came in contact with sick.
I didn't go to class. It was the first class I've missed this acedemic year. Pretty fucking irritateing.
I slept a lot. Had dinner with Katie L. who I'm going to roommate with next year, then went with Nicole to blockbusters to get 'Lord of War'.
While we were crossing the parking lot, Nicole suggested we should have icecream. TCBY, because she has some theory about frozen yoghurt being so much better for you than ice cream. Anyway, we went into the shop, we argued with the little man for a discount, and then we sat outisde on a little stone table and ate ice cream cones. We talked about deja-vu and it reminded me of being a little girl. Nicole eats ice cream incredibily fast, but we sat out there for a good twenty minutes and talked. It was a rare and very pleasent experience.
Then we went home, I got my laundry and Nicole and Seana (!) came and hung out in my room, we talked about our blood groups, and I imed with Rachel. [I'm sending her a final four shirt. She is very excited] then we all went back to the apartment and watched 'Lord of War' while Katie and Lauren nearly set themselves on fire, and I feel like Sam kind of watched. After the movie Sam, Nicole and Seana and I chatted a little bit and then I came home. It was a very calm and peaceful evening. Good.
'Lord of War' is a ridiculously good movie, we first saw it by accident trying to see 'Jarhead' in the JC cinema, [which I still haven't seen, despite honestly wanting to run away with Jake Gyllenhaal] Anyway, it's a very good film, about good and evil and the problems of the world. It looks at a Ukrainian arms dealer effectively making a shit-load off the break down of the USSR in the early 90's and then suppling AK-47's to conflicts in Seirra Leone etc. in Africa. It's a scary portrayal of America [and capitalism], and also of Africa and a lot of the violence people don't realise is in Africa, [ a lot of the aspects of Africa I have never seen. One thing I can say for my home country, is that it's quiet. No wars for Zambia. Seriously, our struggle for independence in '64 wasn't so much a struggle, as a minor scuffle] and finally a scary portrayal of the freakish adapatability of Eastern Europeans and the often disasterous effects of the break down of the Soveit Union and perhaps the idea that such a disenfrancised bunch of people such as Ukrainians, Hungarians, Rumanians, and all the rest of the indistinguishable Slavs, Slovaks, and general eastern and Balkan peoples that comprise that infinitly confused corner of the world should ever been running countries, let alone fighting wars.
Though admitadly, if I could go anywhere, I would go and travel and conceivably be in Eastern Europe. The more I ponder it, the more I realise, Eastern Europe and it's whole deal really explains a lot about me.
But in any case it's an excellent movie.
"Kalashnikovs are Russians #1 export, followed by Vodka, Caviar and Suicidal Novelists" [which reminds me, everyone, specifically all of the wonderful god-doubting, realists I know should real "The Master and Margarita" by Mikhail Bulgakov ]
"My job enables people in developing countries to hold respectable wars."
Earlier this week Nicole and I [well, mostly Nicole. I watched and nodded] made a lot of our reservations and paid our 'upfronts' for our trip to Europe. I said I would write more about this. We're going towards the end of summer, she's going to spend time in Belgium and Switzerland and then we're going to spend two weeks, travelling from London to Rome. I don't know really what the purpose of this trip is, because Nicole and I have both been to Europe and travelled extensively [though neither of us have been to Rome] and as far as most college students are concerned I don't think we're going to find ourselves in Europe.
I think a lot of it is going to be an independence issue, we're going to get to manage and control a lot of the things our parents have been guiding us through our whole lives.
I know, personally, I'm just excited to travel. There's something awesome, I think about the idea that my father spent so much time with just a little bag and a passport travelling around Europe and Asia and South America and quite honestly the more I think about it, the more I realise how much like my father I'm becoming as I grow older. It seems strange, and it seems stranger because I'm not striving against it all that much.
Our trip is going to go from London to Amsterdam to Paris to Nice [via Marseilles] to Venice to Rome and then we're going to try and get back to our respective places, she's going to meet with her parents, and I'm going to to go back to London so that I can come back to DC.
Well. I feel pretty damned good about this entry. Otherwise feel Shit. Shit. Shit.