I have not forgotten about this blog. I do intend to continue to update it, as I can. Everything just gets tied up and complicated and forgotten sometimes.
I'm going back to school next semester. I'm not committing to going back to getting a degree--right now i'm just taking classes out of boredom and a desire to study these subjects--I'm taking a Spanish class and a Literature class. My long-term aspiration--I want to read "One Hundred Years of Solitude" in spanish.
We'll see how it turns out. I'm not very good at going to school. It's a skill I never really perfected.
I watched the movie Jesus Christ, Vampire Hunter the other night. I'm not going to say that it's a good movie, because then i would be lying. But I will say that I enjoyed it. That's sort of fair.
I also went out to catch indie buzz movie "(500) Days of Summer." The soundtrack is all the rage in the indie scene and Zooey Deschenal and Joseph Gordon-Levitt are two of my favorite actors. I thought it was mostly an average sort of movie. Had some good moments--I appreciate the resolution of the main storyline between Summer & Tom. The soundtrack was cliched indie-folk music, and had two songs by the Smiths on it. And featured Regina Spektor prominately. That part I liked. The little sister character was fun. I liked her. the best part, though, was over within seconds of the movie starting, a caption that reads..."Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Bitch."
I also started watching "True Blood" from HBO. So far, good enough, though i'm certianly not willing to be a bandwagon-ite.
I am now going to watch a movie with Bruce Campbell in it, appropriately titled "My Name is Bruce." apparently, some town involved with an alien invastion mistakes Bruce for his most famous character, Ash. Good. bad. he's the guy with the gun. and the chin.
Speaking of killing (well, we are now), i've decided that I like my orange juice with enough pulp to obstruct the breathing of small children.
And so with that note, i'm going to pour some OJ, and then watch Bruce Campbell.
