Quick addition
• Got new curtains. Ta-tas are safely hidden from public view.
• I managed to watch one of those DVDs before I took them back. It was François Truffaut's "The 400 Blows," and it was, surprise surprise, a MALE COMING-OF-AGE story. Noooo not again! I'm so sick of adolescent boys! Well duh what should I have expected from a French New Wave movie. And I'm sorry, I know it's a legendary film and everything, but it was boring. Isn't that often the case? Movies like this broke new ground in their day, but that time is long past, and when you actually see the original stuff, it's just not impressive. Uh oh I probably sound like one of those people who don't understand how amazing the Beatles are because all pop music since then has emulated them and extrapolated from what they did. I always yell at those people, so now I guess some film snob can yell at me. But it's not exactly the same...I mean, I'm not saying ALL old movies are boring...just that one.
Asian Sensations frozen appetizers are good.
I chose Fairytale Pink paint, and it looks fabulous! Yay! Just two small problems:
1) The new white curtains I bought are very, very sheer. So sheer that my sister remarked, "Holly, people outside could totally see your ta-tas through those curtains." So, yeah, those will have to be returned.
2) I cannot install an air register in my wall due to freakish pieces of metal behind the drywall. So, I must continue to live with a gaping hole where a vent should be. I find this very traumatizing, so much so that I probably complained about it about 50 times in the less-than-24 hours that Pez and Katie spent with me this weekend.
Last week, I felt very, very intellectual and cool because I checked out two foreign films and two opera DVDs from the library. Now they're due back tomorrow, and I haven't watched any of them because I was busy re-watching episodes of The Office and playing Game Boy. Woopsies! I'm also probably not going to read the majority of the books I got....Finding new books to read is difficult. I tried getting books similar to ones I've gotten in the past, but then you end up with just pale imitations. Why is it that all collections of humorous essays and anecdotes are by gay men who live in New York? And none of them are as funny as David Sedaris, or as interesting as Augusten Burroughs, so why bother? I'm also sick of male coming-of-age novels, which is what all the recommendations I've gotten lately have turned out to be. Hint hint, people! What should I read? I should check out the picture of Jenny's bookshelf! Score!
*Ahhhh*
My audition is OVER, and went satisfactorily, so I am now feeling very happy and relieved. And most importantly, my room painting project can commence!
I picked up some color samples and some spackle. There were probably 1,001 holes in my wall, because I used to be obsessed with moving my furniture around, which meant that my posters were moved around a lot too. So now my room looks like it had bad acne and then applied a dab of Clearasil to each and every spot. I found spackling to be a therapeutic and oddly satisfying activity. And did you know that it smells like Nickelodeon® Gak? That took me back.
But in a few days, I will be surrounded by Pink Bauble, Coral Cream, or Fairytale Pink...which one would you pick?
In other news, within the past week I saw "The Departed" and "Marie Antoinette." The first is all ultra-violent machismo and the second is all frilly dresses and feminine subtlety, but I enjoyed both of them for the same reason: eye candy. The presence of both Matt Damon and Leonardo DiCaprio in the same movie was mind boggling. And seeing all the gorgeous costumes and gilded extravagance of Versailles made me kind of wish I could incorporate some floral tapestries and French Rococo furniture into my bedroom make-over...do they sell that stuff at Ikea? Doubtful.
"Marie" was pretty good, despite being overly long and slow, but I still think Kirsten Dunst is one of the worst actresses EVER. She only gets by in this movie because there is so little dialogue. She is probably 50% responsible for the Spider-man movies being horrid, with the other 50% belonging to how ridiculous the villains are.
WOW is it nice to spend a whole day thinking about pink vs. peach and movies after a month of obsessive practicing.
Snow? Are you kidding me?
What is wrong with this picture? This is like three seasons converging. I disapprove. Luckily, the sun has come out and is melting this ridiculous development.
This had better be shortlived, because I have big plans for the weekend of the 21st that would benefit from open windows. That's right, after my audition is over on the 20th, I'm gonna relax and reward myself with....manual labor! AKA painting my room. My room has looked exactly the same since approximately 1998, when I painted the walls white with a VERY bold blue in the closet and on the trim. Now the white is rather battered and dirty, and the imperfections in the blue are wearing on me. I'm going to go for a creamy pink or peach on the walls with white in the closet and on the ceiling. I have two conundrums that perhaps you all can educate me about. 1) What do I have to do to be able to cover up the blue with white paint? 2) As the picture below illustrates, a patch of my drywall was damaged when my closet shelves fell down. How would one repair this? Maybe I can just paint over it and hang a picture there? Oy. These are the things I find to distract myself from my looming audition.
* Yes, I realize that by bitching about the weather and discussing home improvement, I have created an absolutely geriatric blog entry. My excuse? I'm on a fixed income!!!!! Wahhhhh!!!
Shostakovich, Adam Sandler, etc.
Hello my friends. I have not updated in a while, mostly because of Richard Strauss. He's a douchebag. I just have a few little points.
1.) I went to see the CSO play Beethoven 6 and Shostakovich 5, and afterwards I decided that Shostakovich 5 is probably one of my favorite pieces ever. HOWEVER, Shostakovich is still not one of my favorite composers, because I really only like Shostakovich 5 because it sounds like Mahler, so it really doesn't qualify me as a Shostakovich fan. It is similar to how liking Adam Sandler in Punch Drunk Love, but not liking any of his other movies, makes you not exactly an Adam Sandler fan. And just to be thorough, let me say that I like Adam Sandler very much in a number of his movies, most notably Punch Drunk Love, The Wedding Singer, and Billy Madison. I do like some Shostakovich pieces in addition to the fifth symphony, but on the whole, I think he is overrated. As for Beethoven, he is, as always, one of my many BF'sF.
2.) Massive thunderstorms on Monday night broke our satellite, and it won't be fixed until next Wednesday. The resulting grief and depression has revealed how pathetically addicted to TV I am. Thankfully, Project Runway had its reunion show this week, so I did not miss anything crucial, and I was able to dig out some rabbit ears to watch Lost and the Office.
3.) I am too lazy to not write in run-on sentences today, although I think that technically, my liberal use of commas makes them grammatically acceptable.
4.) Coca-cola Zero is swell.
5.) And finally, at last, I think I have reached terminal nerd-osity, because I checked out "The Silmarillion" by J.R.R. Tolkien from the library, but I could not even get past page two. Finally, something TOO geeky for me!
Toodles!
