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| gold-lined tooth |
| 12.27.05 (1:25 pm) [edit] |
On the longest day ever, after breaking down a bit, a ghetto-looking guy sat next to me (on the bus), and broke some of my assumptions/stereotypes. That's why I'm not even describing what he looked like- but he listened to some pop love songs ("I wanna know what love is" and "Turn around Bright-Eyes") that I swear he blasted on purpose, and between that and this other guy towering over me, it seemed like a crazy set-up, and it certainly improved my day. It reminded me of good friends, and one of them trying to set the other person up. I've wanted to do that with my friends before, but rarely have.I watched Fargo for the first time, and mostly liked it. I loved seeing Minneapolis, hearing Northern accents, some of the jokes, and the way people and relationships were portrayed. I didn't like all the violence and swearing, even though it was based on a true story. Blood and such doesn't sit as well with me as it used to. I feel trapped. In the next couple of days, I'll be moving our stuff to a new place, but Amber's still at home, her battery is dead and won't accept new life, and our new place is still up in the air, oh, and the only other person in our current place is someone's dad- and it feels weird to be living with a man, in a way. We had dinner the other night, but other than that, I hide in my room or go to the library, 'cause it just feels weird. At least there's a dog. Animals sure emotionally help me. How can I help smiling at its enthusiasm and adorableness? |
posted by: Aro (reply)
post date: 12.28.05 (8:57 pm)
Hey, I hope you had a good Christmas and a nice time at home, and that readjusting on the East Coast is going well. have you found a job yet?
(Also, Fargo isn't actually based on a true story. They put that part at the beginning, but it's just to mess with the audience. weird, huh?)
posted by: SparklingSnow (reply)
post date: 12.30.05 (2:28 am)
Reply to: Aro
Thanks, and mostly= that' the sort of thing I'll defintiely put on here!
Today I'm moving our stuff to a condo, and Amber's attempting to fly in a snowstorm from the Midwest, so any prayer would be appreciated :)
posted by: hopie26 (reply)
post date: 01.04.06 (5:49 am)
I guess I'm not really sure what this post means. I'm guessing it means you got to connect with a few strangers around there?
posted by: SparklingSnow (reply)
post date: 01.04.06 (11:01 am)
Reply to: hopie26
I guess it was a post with a bit of everything, including connecting with strangers. Happy New Year!