And the winner is...

  • Aug. 9th, 2006 at 12:29 AM
lu: (I'd like to thank the Academy)
Thank you for all the comments on the last post. I don't know if I'll be able to answer all of them, but I hope this post is enough (for now).

I am happy and feeling very well in college, even though the seniors are the champions of pranks. The first two days were amazing, I drank a lot of beer, talked to a bunch of people and am really happy about my decision of going to PUC.

I will give you people more details about my first week later, when I actually have time for a nice long post, and when I have a better view of things.

For now, I will make this post about someone else much more important than yours truly: my mum (yes, she is on IMDB).

For those who don't know, mum is a costume designer. She's done a lot of movies, and worked on TV. And, just yesterday, she received her very first award (prêmio Contigo), for House of Sand and I am just so, so, so proud.

So, there she is, in all her glory:

One song, Glory... )

So, yeah, that's it. I'll go dressed as Trinity to college tomorrow (the theme is a character). Wish me luck!
lu: (I'd like to thank the Academy)
So, [ profile] christycorr, following tradition, has made her annual Oscar night post. Most of our opinions are the same, so, if you want a more detailed report of yesterday's night, just go there. *points*

I was going to make a post about the Oscars, but, since I've just commented on her post, I think I'll just post my comment here, which sums up my general view of the 78th Annual Academy Awards.

Oscar night )

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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