I'm in an airport, whoo! (God, I hate this)

  • Oct. 20th, 2008 at 11:12 AM
lu: (Mac)
I guess I didn't manage to be faithful to what I said on my last post about relationships. More specifically, about my being in one. I've just spent the last week with [livejournal.com profile] stheh in both in Rio and São Paulo, and I couldn't be happier.

On an unrelated note, I got a new Macbook. Not the new Macbook, but, faithful to my life's tradition, my dad's old one. I haven't named it yet. It's black and pre-Leopard. I'm really considering "Vetinari" or "Sheldon", but I'm not sure yet. Ideas? Suggestions? Please help.

On another unrelated note, I made a new blog. As of now, I have the Live Journal, the blog in Portuguese and this new one. Obviously, I end up being a terrible updater. Oh, well. By the way, I need to change my LJ sidebar links. God, those are old.

Now it's back to work, college, life. While I love to spend a weekend resting and not worrying about these things, I hate the space in between usually represented by an airport or a bus terminal.

I hope they call my flight soon.

ETA: I handed in the paperwork at the International Studies Center and am one step closer to American University. Wish me luck!
ETA II: HOLY FUCK! I forgot to mention: I got 113/120 on the TOEFL iBT! Thank you so much for everyone's support. I was very, very much pleased with the score.

Apesar de você...

  • Oct. 6th, 2008 at 8:21 AM
lu: (Politics)
Dear readers,

Please do not take in consideration last night's post. I really shouldn't be allowed near a computer when I'm feeling weird.

Thank you for your attention,

Crazy Person.

On a totally unrelated note: last night, my faith in Rio was restored. I could swear that the Bible-thumping candidate was going to win the elections, and that I would eventually have to move because the police would start beating up the gays. On an expected turn of events, an ex-"terrorist" who fought against the dictatorship managed to get more votes than him.

Viva Gabeira! Espero que ele ganhe no segundo turno, apesar de eu saber que as chances são poucas. Mesmo que o Paes ganhe, só a noção que o Crivella não estará na jogada já faz com que eu me sinta muito melhor.

Aliás, alguém viu que o Democratas ganhou mais votos do que qualquer outro partido na Câmara? Fiquei intrigada com isso. Pelo menos a Andrea Gouvea garantiu o lugar dela lá. Eu estava com um pouco de peso na consciência de votar nela sem ter certeza de quais eram os projetos de lei que ela havia proposto, ia propôr, e os objetivos dela. Fiquei muito feliz quando o site dela voltou ao ar hoje e eu vi que ela é uma das poucas pessoas sãs que apoia a licitação pra transporte público nessa cidade.

O Rio de Janeiro continua lindo.

PS: [livejournal.com profile] christycorr corrected me and said our longest democratic period was between 1891 and 1930. I can't say she's wrong, but I should add that the country was more like an oligarchy back then than anything. I mean, nobody really voted, just the rich white guys. But, still, fair enough. I stand corrected. I'll celebrate democracy again in twenty years.

When fact is fiction and TV reality.

  • Oct. 6th, 2008 at 12:34 AM
lu: (A little unwell.)
Funny how movies make me think about reality more than reality itself. I buried myself in work, geekiness and the comfort of books for the last few weeks. Cinema came and took my sense of safety and fulfillment away.

One movie I watched during the whole Festival. Why did it have to be one of the movies I most identified myself with that I've seen in a long time? Why did it have to be so bloody sad?

I'm just mad at myself that I'm feeling fucking lonely right now. I really, really need to learn to be more self-sufficient.

ETA: Twenty years of democracy today! Our longest period of time without dictatorial governments yet. It's rather sad, really. We have a long, long way to go before Brazil is a real democracy.

Don't even blink.

  • Sep. 28th, 2008 at 5:33 PM
lu: (Shoes)
The angels have the phone box.




Pity I don't have an actual cookie jar!Tardis.

[livejournal.com profile] christycorr gave me the angel in an act of pure love.

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Don't talk to me about life.

  • Sep. 18th, 2008 at 1:04 PM
lu: (I know how you feel)
So I was reading the discussions at nerdfighters.com when I ran into this link.

The nerdfighters have been thorn between:

"Eoin Colfer is probably the best author i have ever read! And his writing style is very similar to the style of Douglas Adams!"

"YES!!!!! YEAH!!!!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I'm pretty excited)."


And:

"I know it's all about personal preferences, but, though I don't think Colfer is going to ruin the series or something, I'm not sure he's the right writer for this job."

"That isn't right. Do they even know how many books make up a trilogy? FIVE. FIVE BOOKS MAKE UP A TRILOGY. Not six, not four (well, it used to, but not anymore), but FIVE. Five books."


I particularly liked this response:

"Well, I am a firm believer that and addition to the series doesn't ever kill the original. Star Wars is still great...oh wait."

My two cents were:

"God. That is just... wrong. I absolutely hated Artemis Fowl. I know it's just a personal opinion, but, for me, besides the idea that finishing up someone else 's work is pretty weird, my first impression of this is that the book would suck.

Does anybody know if Douglas Adams specified before he died if and/or who he wanted to finish up the series?"


(By the way, I still don't know the answer to that question)

So, what about you guys? Any thoughts on this?

PS: although it's hard to admit, I have never read any H2G2 books besides the first one. I'm working on it, though.
PPS: same post at UR.org
PPPS: how weird is it that I don't have momentarily forgot I had an H2G2 icon?!


ETA: Did anybody get a chance to see Sarah Palin Tina Fey on Saturday Night Live?! I mean, I was so dazzled I actually made a video post about it.
ETA II: I've made a new channel for me on YouTube. The "Watch All the Brotherhood 2.0 Videos Project" kind of inspired me.
lu: (Sex in glasses)
Long time no see. Maybe random information about the last seven weeks might sum them up much better than a long, linear post would:

1. I've started really listening to U2 again after watching U23D. I also had an epiphany, and realised that this band has everything to do with what I love, and fight for (yes, I realise how thick I am for only having thought of this now). I'm particularly addicted to the Vertigo Tour.

2. I fell in love with The Big Bang Theory and got scared whenever I identified myself with Sheldon.

3. I started to love reading novels again. I mean, can't-let-the-book-down-oops-banged-my-head-on-a-tree love reading novels. In the last weeks: The Graveyard Book, The Time Traveler's Wife, and Middlesex (still not done). Next one will be Looking for Alaska, by John Greene.

4. Speaking of John Green, I've given continuity to my project of watching all the B20 videos (if you don't know what I'm talking about, go here now.

5. I've given continuity to another project: finishing the four seasons of Doctor Who. Currently on the third one.

6. I've started reading Twilight when bored in class. I felt left out, and wanted to share all the lulz. Oh, the pain.

7. I decided that I really want to be a Human Rights Lawyer, and I'm working towards that.

8. I've also decided to try to spend six months as an exchange student at American University, in Washington D.C..

9. ...which is why I'm talking the TOEFL iBT in a week (note: please shoot me if I fail).

10. I've resurrected my online!geeky!self, and have been posting on forums I hadn't logged on in a long time.

11. I bought new, geeky glasses to go with my current self because I thought having another pair would be nice (posted a picture on my Facebook profile).

12. I will start editing the Wiki again.

13. I am not and do not plan to be in a relationship any time soon.

Mm. I guess that's pretty much it. Now, please stay with lyrics for the amazing song Nerdfighterlike, written by Laurie and covered by Hank Green, here.

Won't you be a Nerdfighter like me? )

ETA: new userpics! *happy dance*
ETA II: Thanks for the corrections, [livejournal.com profile] christycorr. *grins*

Zap.

  • Jul. 23rd, 2008 at 11:55 PM
lu: (Insominia)
I'm almost falling asleep when I get a phone call. A friend tells me her siblings are watching the game. God. I had no idea my team was playing.

I turn on the TV. 2x2. The game is good, and I get into it pretty quickly. Half an hour later, fully awake, I am constantly frustrated as my team fails to score. A penalty is missed. And again.

A few minutes later the game is over. Pissed off that I woke up to see it, I change the channel, hoping to see something absolutely meaningless that doesn't request much of my attention spam. I automatically end up on E!. After a while I realise I'm actually watching Girls of the Playboy Mansion.

Oh my God.

The mere notion that there are actual people like that living and breathing in the United States is horrifying. Even more mind-boggling is the fact that there are people like that that go to college with me. Blondes with their hair straight, badly tanned, with the most horrible accent ever, and that start crying when they find out they've been nominated Playmate of the year while hugging Hugh Hefner.

Ok, maybe I don't know blondes like this. But I definitely am acquainted with similar people.

I calmly breathe. I need to sleep. The Boss left me with the keys to the office and I have to open the place tomorrow.

I mindlessly change the channels. Ah. Sex and the City. An oasis in American television. Time to close my eyes and drift off. Good night.

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To do.

  • Jul. 22nd, 2008 at 3:38 PM
lu: (All work and no play.)
Did vacations fly by or what?

I just received the good news that I managed to be accepted in all my morning classes. Now I only need to try to sign up for the night shifts and prepare myself for my hectic academic life next semester.

I seriously need to write a list of things to do before I go back to school.

Please ignore )

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Blogging heads

  • Jul. 21st, 2008 at 5:51 PM
lu: (Choose life)
As I read skilfully written blogs on the internet about the day-to-day of some people I can't help but thinking that if only my life was more interesting I could be a great blogger.

Another plan would be to start paying more attention to amusing things that happen to me and learn how to tell the story properly.

Or I could just move to New York. Sometimes it seems like everybody that moves to New York has to blog about their experiences in the Big Apple.

I feel like writing my fingers numb lately. All I need is patience a subject.

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lu: (Trix are for kids)
It's 8:30 PM on Sunday night and I'm laying down on my bed, watching The L Word's second season with the Cat asleep between my legs.

It was a quiet day. I had planned on spending it writing reports for college that are due at the end of July, but couldn't get myself to do it (by the way—I seriously can not believe I'll be back to Uni in two weeks). I guess I needed a day off. A day off not to think about college, work or social obligations.

I used to hate being alone here on weekends. Nowadays I'm starting to see the matter differently. I've been trying to be more happy spending quality time with myself, and being less co-dependent of people. It's a slow process, but I think I'm starting to see some results.

Cleaning up the house, heating up lunch, staying in bed with the Cat watching The L Word, and going out for diner by myself at a nearby restaurant to watch the game, all seem like simple and normal things to do on a Sunday. They were, however, big steps for me.

As much as I'm used to being home alone on weekends, I'm not used to enjoying it. And yet I did.

As much as I hate living in this city, I've started to develop a somewhat healthy relationship with it for the past two or three months.

I haven't really stopped ranting about public transportation, our lack of decent administrators, or some of the local's attitudes, but, then again, I guess I never will. On the other hand, I've been trying to get to know nice places to go, to eat, to see, to be entertained. You know, those little special niches that makes you think that you belong in a city, and that the city, somewhat, also belongs to you.

In the two years I lived in São Paulo I've managed to fall head-over-heels for the City. And I still do, every time I return.

In the sixteen years I've lived in Rio, I only managed to complain and compare it São Paulo. Well, I need to stop comparing, and cut some slack on the complaining. During my whole life I have heard people bitch about Rio and São Paulo, and was discriminated for either being from one city or the other.

Being born in São Paulo, living in Rio for fourteen years, moving to São Paulo for high school, returning to Rio for college and, all the while, going back and forth at least once a month, turned me into a weird hybrid. To be frank, I don't really know how to define myself, and I don't really think I should. I like being this way, and it's high time I acknowledge the part of me that is connected to this city I'm living in, and that has—despite all stressful situations it has put me through—been really good to me.

This "I'm-Also-From-Rio" process, along with the aforementioned "I'm-Self-Sufficient" process, is part of what I will call Operation Growing Up.

God, I'm nineteen years old. It doesn't sound like much, but, to me, it's a lifetime. About time I wake up.

"Let's put a smile on that face."

  • Jul. 18th, 2008 at 10:13 AM
lu: (Why so serious?)
The Dark Knight came out today, and I'm really giddy. I've been dying to see this movie ever since I saw the first teaser, and I'm pretty sure it'll be awesome.

It's funny to think that practically no one will be rooting for Batman, though. I'm usually very much into villains—and Joker was always a favourite—so I guess it'll be weird to be part of the majority that is usually for the Good Guys.
lu: (Fucking Professional)
It was after dismissing a night of perfectly acceptable drunkenness with some of my best friends because I had to be at CEJIL at 9 AM that I realised what this work business really means.

Even though it's just an internship, the sense of responsibility kicked in, and I've begun to perceive just how different work is from college. When you're working, people actually expect you to show up. People actually pay you to show up.

I've been working longer hours now that I'm on vacations in order to compensate for the trip to Montevidéu I'm taking on August. This means two things: for one, I'm gaining some extra knowledge within my area of expertise that will come in handy in the future. On the other hand, it's like I'm not on vacations, and I barely have time to think about my problems. Which can be a good thing.

After my meeting at PUC was canceled, I found myself with the afternoon free. Thinking on what I needed to do, I came to the conclusion that the former sentence was a significant overstatement. I've come to discover for the past three months that when you work all day you don't actually have time for those little things you have no trouble finding time for in other circumstances, like taking your cat to the vet, having your nails done, waxing, and going to the bank.

Growing up is tiresome, but I have to say it's been an amazing experience —even if that means saying 'no' to friendly company and alcohol every once in a while because you need to be apt to do your job the next morning.

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"And we take what we can get."

  • Jul. 13th, 2008 at 12:50 AM
lu: (Coolest kids)
As I'm slowing rebuilding my virtual life, I feel like I'm also slowly rebuilding some aspects of my real life.

In the last two days I've managed to get back in touch with many of my São Paulo friends, and it was a great experience. The truth is, I hadn't really been coming regularly to São Paulo for some time now. It was when I realised I had only been here four times in 2008 that I decided to have a conversation with my father, and ask him to come every fortnight.

I guess I didn't really have any time to do all I wanted to when I came here because I hadn't been coming over regularly, and it sort of became a vicious circle. My theory is that if I come more I'll have less things to do, and may even be able to find some quality time to study, which has been one of the biggest barriers for me to travel.

We'll just see how it all works out. So far, so good.

Post scriptum: [livejournal.com profile] stheh, I hope you managed to read this. *grins*
Post scriptum II: Me rendi ao Plurk. Se quiserem adicionar: nancydowns.

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Get my suff done.

  • Jul. 8th, 2008 at 10:53 AM
lu: (Bored)
I have a lot of work to do. I'm actually at work as I type this. However, this morning, that little but extremely effective virus called Procrastination attacked my immune system and had a serious conversation with the Lazyness and the Boredom inside of me.

And now I can't get myself to do anything.

This whole feeling made me think of of Lev Yilmaz.



This man is a total genius.


God, I need some real vacations. You know, the type in which you don't actually have to work or study.

Neil Gaiman v. 3.0

  • Jul. 7th, 2008 at 8:04 AM
lu: (Default)
Photographic evidence:




The message Neil left on FLIP's guest book.



Picture taken by my dad of Neil on stage reading Other People.



Picture taken by me of Neil and dad.



!!!!!!!!!! (no explanation needed)



The size of the line to get him to sign books. Neil signed from 1 pm to 6:45 pm. I was glad I was able to talk to him before, but, if I hadn't, I would be one of the last people there. This was the size of the line right after the panel finished. I was very much *glares*



And last but not least, my copy of American Gods, and the cutest drawing of Odin by Gaiman (didn't manage to put it on the proper position. My photo editing IQ is the equivalent of that of a blind amoeba).


On a not completely unrelated note, I've started reading David Sedaris' Me Talk Pretty One Day, a book I bought at FLIP after watching some of Sedaris' panel. This book is so hilarious I magnificently failed to prevent myself laughing out loud while inside the car with a French author and her translator on my way back to Rio. They obviously thought I was nuts.

"Nice job."

  • Jul. 5th, 2008 at 9:55 PM
lu: (Ineffable)
[Prologue:]

Some three weeks ago I found out Neil Gaiman would be at FLIP (Feira Literária Internacional de Paraty), which takes place at the town of Paraty, four hours away from Rio. I called my father to find out whether he could manage to get a ticket for me, since I really wanted to meet Gaiman. Turned out my dad was not only going to be at FLIP, he would me the moderator of Neil Gaiman and Richard Price's panel. Needless to say I freaked out, and found myself on July 5th at Paraty, with a copy of American Gods, a 1992 edition of Dolls House and a VIP pass walking down the streets of Paraty just before the panel started.

[Scene 1:] INT. A tent. Five people inside: my dad, myself, Richard Price, a producer and Gaiman's publisher in Brazil.

Gaiman enters, and looks around. After some days wondering whether I would recognise him, I suddenly have no doubt: he is very much unique. He looked the same way he did on the photos in the books. Maybe a little older, but nonetheless charming as hell.

In turn, Gaiman is introduced to everyone.

Dad: Gaiman, this is my daughter, Luiza.

Neil: Hi. I'm Neil.

Lu: ... *whispers* Hi.

Gaiman talks to some people, and proceeds to sign the guest book of the event. After he's done, a guy comes over and asks him to sign Preludes & Nocturnes. I see my chance, and I seize it.

Lu: Mr. Gaiman, I'm a huge fan of yours. I really admire your work. I think you're brilliant.

Neil Gaiman smiles.

Neil: Thank you. In that case, what can I do for you?

Lu: Would you please sign my book? I brought a copy of my favourite book of yours.

I pick up American Gods. Gaiman proceeds to sign it.

Lu: I actually believe this is your best work, Mr. Gaiman. I did just finish reading Sandman this morning, and I have to congratulate you, for it is also really brilliant.

Gaiman is done signing.

Neil: Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.

Lu: Thank you so much, Mr. Gaiman!

Neil Gaiman: Please, call me Neil.

Lu: Ok, sorry, Gaiman. Neil! Sorry. Listen, I have a favour to ask of you. I have a friend who is a huge fan of yours, and she'd really love it if you'd sign her book. Could you do it?

Neil: Sure.

I pick up the 1992 Dolls House edition. Gaiman stares at it.

Lu: It's a really old edition, back when it was first published in Brazil.

Neil: Yes, I know. You know, I actually have a poster of this Brazilian cover on my bathroom wall.

Lu: Wow! Really? Cool.

Neil: Yeah, I really like it.

Lu: I really love Dolls House. I think it's my favourite Sandman volume, along with The Kindly Ones.

Gaiman asks me my friend's name, signs the book.

Lu: Thank you very much, Neil!

Neil: No problem.

I leave the tent, for the panel is about to start and I need to get a decent place.

[Scene 2:] INT. A bigger tent. Hundreds of people watch Gaiman, my dad and Richard Price talk.

I am sitting on the third row, really close to Neil. For the next hour and a half I am completely mesmerized. Gaiman reads Other People, a short-story from Fragile Things. It's an amazing experience. His tone of voice, the way he pronounces every word. It's brilliant. It's perfect. The whole panel is a lot of fun. Neil makes me fall in love with him with every line, and Price is a happy surprise.

[Scene 3:] OUT. DAY. Backstage. Gaiman and dad are talking.

Neil: Thank you. It was great. Painless.

Dad: It was really good. Amazing.

Dad asks me to take a picture of them. I take it.

Neil: Take a picture of us now.

Gaiman points to me. I almost die of so much happiness. I hug him. He's really tall.

Dad: You know, Luiza prepared me very well for this.

Neil: Really?

He looks at me.

Lu: Yeah, there was some prep talk and all.

Neil extends his right hand. I hold it.

Neil: Nice job.

Lu: Thank you.

Neil Gaiman has to go. He is already being pushed around by anxious producers.

Lu: Thank you, Neil! It was a pleasure.

I'm not sure he heard it. I guess he did. He walks away, surrounded by security guards.

Bloody hell. Time to wake up now.




Post scriptum: No pictures yet, because the internet here is really, really slow. But I'll make new post in the future with photographic evidence! So far, only my father's blog holds a few.

"Hi. I'm Neil."

  • Jul. 5th, 2008 at 4:02 PM
lu: (Ineffable)
Quick post to let you all know that I HAVE MET NEIL GAIMAN. And he's AWESOME.

More details once I get my hands on a decent computer. The BlackBerry isn't practical for all the detail and perfectionism this narrative requires of me.

Pictures at http://www.blogdotas.com.br

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IACHR.

  • Jul. 3rd, 2008 at 9:01 AM
lu: (Fucking Professional)
Last class of the semester in an hour.

*pause for happy dance*

And now for the Big News:

You all know (do you?) that I'm currently working at the Center for Justice and International Law (CEJIL), an NGO responsible for bringing forth cases to the Inter-American Commission on Human Rights. Depending on a bunch of factors that I won't explain right now, the Commission, in its turn, may bring forth the cases to be analyzed by the Inter-American Court of Human Rights.

So.

The Court is located at San José, Costa Rica. They are, however, having an extraordinary session on August at Montevidéu, Uruguay. And I'm fucking going to be there! I seriously cannot believe it. I am actually going to the see the Real Thing.

*pause for another happy dance*

On a sadder note, Fluminense lost last night. They did play brilliantly, though, and it was a total shame they didn't win the Cup. The comments that have been dripping off the mouths of a bunch of retarded people who root for my team make me rather ashamed of loving Flamengo. While I can't help this love, sometimes I did wish Flamengo's supporters would just shut the fuck up. "Liga dos Urubus" is one of the most retarded things I've ever seen.
lu: (Choose life)
Yesterday was one of those days that you feel rather sum up your life. Days that you realise just how important and amazing ordinary events are, events that make life worth living, and you extremely, inexplicably happy.

I woke up rather early, at 8:30 AM. It was really cold, so I had a hot shower, threw on some warm clothes and went downstairs to have breakfast.

After some granola and yogurt I grabbed my purse and left the house. Three blocks later I was at Starbucks getting a tall extra-bold House Blend. I thanked the guy that always serves me at Saturdays (and who always asks how to spell my name before writing it on the cup, for which I'm thankful for), and came back home to enjoy my coffee with my siblings and my dad.

Dad was going to have new glasses made, so he asked me if I wanted a ride. We went together to the eye-wear store. It took a while, but it was fun, and the guy kindly fixed my glasses (which were astray after I accidentally stepped on them) and offered me more coffee (which I unwillingly declined) and cold water (which I happily accepted).

It was around noon when we left the store, so dad and I decided to have lunch together at a great Indian-vegetarian place nearby. The food there is excellent, healthy, and cheap. I love it. I had an amazing time with him, and, after some conversation, I told him of my desire to come and see him more often, every fortnight or so, which he was pleased to hear, adding it was possible, and that we could work it out.

Dad left me. I then received a beautiful e-mail, and made an even better phone call.

Big smile on my face, I walked to my favourite bookstore to buy a present for my stepmum, some Law-related books, and feed my addictions (which, at the moment, can all be summed up in the person of Neil Gaiman). From there on, I walked the streets nearby, remembering when I used to live in that neighborhood. Nowadays it feels like it was a lifetime ago. And, who knows, maybe it really was.

Alfajores, new shoes, books, one DVD, two car-toys, and a bunch of bags later I walked back to the bookstore, where I met [livejournal.com profile] jbusko. I missed him enormously. We went to a nearby mall, to buy more Starbucks and talk. It was perfect. We even got to sit on the comfy chairs.

We later ran into some friends from Rio, who said they were going to the Metric concert. [livejournal.com profile] jbusko told me he wanted to go, and so did [livejournal.com profile] pieceofcandy, who was meeting us later. We waited around for [livejournal.com profile] pieceofcandy while having ice cream. She met us, and we took a bus home to drop by the bags.

A cab ride and we were at the park. We got to the show a bit late, but it was amazing. I had never listened to Metric before, and I have to say it was a great surprise.

An hour and a half later we left the park. Half an hour after that we got to the bar where [livejournal.com profile] lian_moony's band was going to play. It was kind of early, so we decided have dinner at a cute Japanese place across the street. The food was great, and reasonably priced.

The concert was bloody fanTAStic (insert the Ninth Doctor's intonation here). I mean, I had no idea they were this great! Just... no idea. I knew Lian was really talented, but I had never really seeing her in action. She sang marvelously, and even dedicated a song to me ("Miss Celie's Blues (Sister)"), which was the cherry on top of the whole thing.

Later, I got home. More amazing conversations, this time on MSN. My night couldn't have ended on a better tone.

As I laid down on my bed in my PJs and under three layers of blankets I couldn't help but think that all was well. And, hell, it is.

Note to self: must stop moping around. It's boring, and quite retarded. Grow up.

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Murphy wasn't kidding

  • Jun. 18th, 2008 at 5:55 PM
lu: (Food)
Why is it that the one week you have to stay home and study is the week everything happens? Well, Rio's annual International Film Festival isn't till September, I'll give you that. My life would be total Chaos if it was. But that doesn't mean the minor Chaos I'm facing right now is easy or simple.

I guess my whole I-can-work-and-go-to-college-and-be-in-two-research-groups idiotic idea is finally getting to me. Next week I have four exams and I'm freaking out.

It seems I'm not freaking out enough, though. I have managed to stop for a few hours minutes to read WaiterRant, my latest online addiction. And the thought of these precious minutes spent is also freaking me out.

This term sucked big time. Academically, that is. It was nothing like I thought it would be, and it made me start to look at college in a totally different perspective. From now on I know I have to understand Law. All of it, and not just the things I like. I know I have to learn, and quit fucking around. I can never do again what I did two terms ago: take only two Law-related subjects out of the seven I picked. I wasted my time, and that's not happening again. I am behind. Way behind in college.

Crap. Need to leave work now.

You like bowling, don't you, Montag?

If you don't want a man unhappy politically, don't give him two sides to a question to worry him; give him one. Better yet, give him none. If the government is inefficient, topheavy, and tax-mad, better it be all those than that people worry over it. Peace, Montag. Give the people contests they win by remembering the words to more popular songs or the names of state capitals or how much corn Iowa grew last year. Cram them full of noncombustible data, chock them so damned full of 'facts' they feel stuffed, but absolutely 'brilliant' with information. Then they'll feel like they're thinking, they'll get a sense of motion without moving. And they'll be happy, because facts of that sort don't change. Don't give them any slippery stuff like philosophy or sociology to tie things up with. That way lies melancholy.

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