I love dreams and dreaming. Today from about 8-8:15 I had this dream that I was getting ready for school, but I was here at my home in Utah and Julian was there and he wanted to know if I had plans this evening because he wanted me to cook dinner at the house, and I asked what he wanted and he said either Asian or Greek and I then said that I had had a lot of Korean food lately so I would make gyros or something. It was weird.
THEN yesterday I dreamt that I was at the library, by infoserve, but there were these two girls working there with weird accents, and at first they were really rude but then I asked if they spoke French, and they were from there, so then we all spoke French together, and one of them made a mistake(past participle of devoir, if you even care) but I didn't want to ask if that was right or not because who was I to question a French person's grammar. Then I woke up and realized that, yes, I was correct and that the French girl wasn't. I highly doubt either of these have any meaning at all, they were just mildly odd.
GAH! I leave in three weeks for France, but its all okay now because I FINALLY recieved my visa. My hair in the photo makes me look at bit like a cancer patient for some reason, but other than that everything looks in order. Can't wait to visit Marquito! AND I just bought my eurorail passes for the year, which means unlimited train travel all year long! Woohoo! I am making Liechtenstein priority number one, simply because I'm sure it always feels left out because it is so small. Also, The Rapture, Peaches, Mogwai, Public Enemy, and Spleen in Marseilles the 29&30 at a music festival, should be really good since The Faint concert fell through, damn them. Things just keep getting better, because along with all those guys The Science of Sleep will be in France which = happiness because I am in love with both Michel Gondry and Gael Garcie Bernal. And Serge Gainsbourg's daughter is in it, as well. So she must be fantastic.
Photos next time after I get back from camping!!
Yay! Bulleted list and a rant! What more could I do!?!
Things I have done:
Rant time! So, Snakes on a Plane comes out this Friday. This is Hollywood's cheap experiment to see if people will pay to see a film they already know sucks. The answer is going to be yes. Already Hollywood films are going down the drain. If you want to prevent it from going to the point of no return, I suggest you not see this film and urge people not to see it. Because anyone who willingly PAYS to see this is a dumbass. I don't care what the reasons are. Sneak in. Buy a ticket to another movie and see Snakes on a Plane. Just don't contribute to the downfall of film as an artform. Please. Coming from a film student(the non-douchebaggy one) to the general public. Please. And just remember: anyone who says they are going to see it-and pay-are dumbasses and their opinion on film is about as worthless as a lecher's promise. There is no way around it, I'm sorry. End rant.
No paragraphs, simply photos. You'll figure it out.
Let's all take a roadtrip-and not just because the person I was supposed to go to Atlanta with me to get my visa isn't going-but because it would be a grand ol' time! Yay! Atlanta! If not then I'll have to take the bus, and we really don't want that. We really really don't. Trust me on this. And I think I might be screwed. But that's alright. I guess I'll figure something out. I always manage somehow.
Crumb-my place-known to some as the Belafonte, but I haven't grown used to it yet. I still think they should call it Xanadu. But they aren't sophisticated enough to. Unfortunately. It is a life-changing film. Believe you me. Around whenever Rachael gets off work-11ish maybe?
Ooples and banoonoos, that is.
My main announcement of the day is:
I am going, on the eighth of August, to see the Wu-Tang Clan in SLC! Take that, suckas!
Also, Nightwatch, monday night-11pm-the Belafonte. Be there or be a parallelogram. And you know that's the worst shape to be. Even a square is better.
This is hiLARious if you speak French. Watch it even if you don't. The Spaniard reminds me of Camilo. Tehehe. It is awesome. It really is...French.
Tom Goes to the Mayor IS funny despite what other people think. So take that! We all know I am the ultimate judge of everything entertaining.
You know how sometimes you forget how incredible someone is if you don't talk to them for a while, and then you finally do, after a break, and you realize how much you missed them? I love and hate this feeling.
Brian and myself totally kicked ass last night at Scrabble and I think it was pissing off Matt's friends. But they were nice anyway. Which can't be said for a certain other person who is also going to Wales. We'll leave it at that. Also annoying people groping me must stop before I become hostile. And I'm not even joking. Oh, but we won with help of the word "el" which I wasn't sure even existed. But it does. Thankfully, because then I'd feel like an asshole.
Yay Bastille Day! I love the French. I can't help it really. Today I am not speaking English/wearing deoderant/taking a shower. But I took one yesterday, so I doubt it will have the same effect. I suppose that it's the thought that counts anyway. I really want to get Chinese food but noone is here to take me-blah!
My family just got back from the Tetons and Yellowstone-our usual family vacation-except this time they saw an unusual amount of wildlife-like moose and moose babies; bears and bear babies(DANgerous!); buffalo and buffalo babies; a marmot; some beavers; some coyotes. So many babies. So lucky/scary. Especially for bears-that's when they attack and kill people. They all survived, though. Which is good because we wouldn't want anything to put a damper on the rest of summer.
I hate not having a train of thought-it is really aggravating at times.
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