You'll Have My Bow. And MY Sweater.

I really can't wait for fall. I feel like my mood these days needs to be echoed by crisp, chill air. I want to wear hats and scarves again. I want to guard myself against the cold and win. I think that's the closest I'll ever come to a real battle. I should sing or hum war hymns as I flip my scarf back or stretch my leather gloves firmly onto my fingers. Then I could go "If I don't make it back, tell my family I loved them." Then my roommate could be like

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I Keep Forgetting To Buy A Mug

So I'm back in Austin now. No roommate yet, although she did come earlier and put some of her more necessary items in, like a filing cabinet. I'd say that's pretty necessitated...if you're majoring in being BORING. SLAM-O!

I'm kidding, I'm sure she's lovely. She seems very organized. I hope I don't annoy her with my half-hearted attempts to keep up my organization skillz.

Today was pretty ________.

To orchestrate my laziness I picked out 14 items of clothing to try on in this shop today. You can only take in 10 at a time into the fitting room. When I realized I'd have to take two trips, I looked longingly at the pretty green skirt I left behind, knowing I'd never touch it again. I did get some tights though. Although the clerk informed me that they were nice FALL colors. I was like 'shit.'

But I found this pretty, white hair bow attached to a shirt I was trying on. It didn't look like it had been in any nasty hair, so I snagged it. I only just remembered I had it, and it really brightened my night for some reason. I don't know why it's making me this happy. I'm probably just going insane.

Last thing that happened was that I completely missed an opportunity to maybe make a new friend. I was in line at Whataburger, waiting for my to-go order, and this other guy who just ordered to-go too stood next to me. So much in common. He was actually wearing a Why So Serious? shirt, and I could've told him that I liked it or something. Oh well. Next time.

poem

I want to play outside again

I want to be a child

I want to look at things with wonder

I want to be beguiled

Not worry about future plans

or imminent mistakes

Just listen to leaves rustling

and think about my take

On how the world is very large

and yet, so very small

And after that, my problems

don't seem nearly as tall

Je Regrette TOUT

What to write. Movies? Go.

Saw Inception three times. Don't worry, you don't really glean any more insight into the film the third time than you do the first, unless you weren't really paying attention the first time. But I was, so. All it really did was confirm that Joseph Gordon-Levitt is, in fact, delicious (as well as the rest of the cast) and his zero gravity fight scene is one of my favorites of all time.

A Single Man is a great movie. I found it a little slow at the beginning. Well, not a little. Quite a bit. And the last shot of the movie also seemed to linger too much. I could've just been being impatient, though. But aside from that, the movie is great. Very stylishly simple yet nonetheless effective, which is my favorite type of film making. It's why I still hail No Country For Old Men as a near-perfect movie, and one of my most favorites ever. The lack of dialog works to enhance the emotional impact and amount of personal relevance and relation someone watching one of these types of movies feels. It's very organic.

Watched Chloe, too. And I think I might've liked this a lot more if I was a guy. Almost every other line is an innuendo or outright erotica. If you're a guy, this is your new favorite movie. Amanda Seyfried is gorgeous and you see her naked a lot.

Now, it wasn't a terrible movie. It was pretty interesting. Just very sensual, and a little weird.

I mean, you don't really get any background on Chloe, which, I think, would've helped the movie make a bit more sense. Especially at the end.

Right now, I'm pretty bored. I'm going through my ipod and deleting the repeats I have for some reason. Also, my scrobbler from last.fm was being gay so I deleted it and haven't gotten around to reinstalling it yet. Maybe I'll do that. Sigh.