bad day

a video chip that produces the images on the screen of my laptop died.
...or something like that. i don't speak computer.

it is currently in the custody of the apple store.
i won't get it back for a week and am already experiencing separation anxiety.

i'm going to lump this into the 2009 year.

the new is in

will i make a new year's resolution?

nope. don't think so.

i've learned over years of making them that if i really want to do something, i'll just do it on my own time.

the more interesting question:
what will be the first movie of 2010 that i watch?

feels like home

i was having a conversation with my mom, and somehow i got to asking her about when my parents were teens.

she told me that when she was a junior and he was a senior in high school, they both were in the same english class, and my dad sat behind her. but in her words, "he technically sat behind me, but he wasn't there very often since he used to cut class all the time".

she said that she didn't even know my dad liked her until she read what he wrote in her yearbook. my mom had wanted to ask him to sign it, finally got up the courage, and didn't read it until after the class was over.

and in true 70s vernacular, my dad had written that he thought my mom was "foxy". and they shortly after began to date.

which is why this priceless photo is propped in our den:circa 1973 from the 'hearts and flowers' dance

do i look like her?

i really can't imagine marrying anyone from high school, but it's very cute to think about. i love hearing about people's lives and stories, even ones from the parents. i wonder why i had never asked before...

scar tissue

i just watched an episode of oprah i tivo-ed.

mackenzie phillips had possibly the most disturbing life i've ever heard.

you can read about it on wikipedia. it's like...shakespearean.

i don't think i can listen to the mamas and the papas in the same way.

charmer

mark salling, you're making my heart melt.
who knew you were a big softie under those muscles and haircut.

easy target

poor sadie sandler. she looks just like her dad.

simply because

it's my goal over break to try and watch all of wes anderson's films.

his résumé:
bottle rocket
rushmore
the royal tenenbaums
the life aquatic with steve zissou
the darjeeling limited
fantastic mr. fox

i have a head start. not that it matters since the majority of my break will consist of just chilling.

goodbye fall, hello winter!

remembering sunday

for those of you thinking, "hm, i'll try a new yogurt flavor today", don't pick coffee. it doesn't live anywhere in the delicious realm. it found a nice home in my trash can.

there's been much worse than blake on snl. she wasn't as terrible as i thought she'd be.
here's a sample:
gossip girl: staten island

words i've learned today:
pejorative
kowtow
i'll let you look them up if want to know what they mean. it'll stick in your memory better anyway.

i'm in need of a dance party. going a bit stir crazy in my apartment.

ps. hershey's symphony with almonds and toffee. eat one and you'll thank me.

dreams be dreams

best purchase of the past few months:

dream journal. hands down.

for some reason, i dream very frequently. perhaps it's because lately i've been, in some sense, training myself to remember them after i wake up.

sometimes if i wake up at odd hours, i'm too tired/lazy to write the whole thing down. so i scribble the highlights and complete it later.

well, the last notes i wrote were:
lifeguard- went around
showed sharks- not normal
baby clown- orange
didn't react to anything

i have no idea what the frack those jots mean! i can make some guesses, but i don't remember the original context in which i meant it. that's the first time that's happened.
...baby clown?

it is seriously fascinating (or amusing) stuff. i can flip back to even a week ago, and have already forgotten that those dreams happened until i scan the pages. they really do, a lot of times, pertain to any concerns or problems in my life. (not always- i can swim and all, perfectly fine. i like the ocean.)

you can't hide or mask anything while you dream; it exposes how you really feel about things.
scary, but cool.

when i told my mom i was starting this whole thing, she said that she also used to write down her dreams when she was my age. it was one of those instances that makes you think, "oh yah, i am my mom's kid".
i had no idea. i'd kill to see one of those journals.

and so, i'll leave you with-

"dreams are answers to questions we haven't yet figured out how to answer."
-fox mulder

yep. x-files.

this is happiness

peace on earth/little drummer boy. bing crosby and david bowie.

this is my favorite christmas song. we've played the same bing crosby cd every year that i can remember while decorating our tree.

i've never seen the video of the track until now.

tied together with a smile

tswift nominated for eight grammys.
take that, kanye.

and a replay cover in case you want a distraction.
he's a kid from uci. i like it.

but i love this one. the piano is the best part.