Is that a thing?

The joke behind the title is a comment made by my mother in response to Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts' senior thesis gallery, and one which is probably only funny to those who know my mother. Basically, she hates/does not understand/fears modern art. So when we went today to look at my brother's piece in person before it got taken down, she derived great joy from walking around pointing out the various absurd installations that were, in fact, "a thing".

This is, in fact, a thing.

Dear Facebook,

WTF.

Sincerely,
Emily

Friday? Friday. Friday!

True story: "monies" is a legitimate legal term used in contract to refer to payments owed to the various parties involved. That is what I have learned after several days of wading through old RU Press contracts and deciphering their arcane legalese in order to enter it into the computer program they now have for that kind of information. Maybe old hat, but I never knew!

In related news, I'm off the get me some monies. Then: lunch, and I finally returned my Netflix movies (an Israeli and Pakistani pieces I never got around to watching because let's face it, I am a sucker for the fluff [See former entry about watching Heroes]), and will be receiving: Grey Gardens and Brazil. Netflix never fails to overwhelm me with choices though, so who knows what I'll end up watching? I just discovered that the first season of the original Star Trek is on Netflix Instant. See what I mean? When it comes to art, I can't help it... I go for the populist stuff every time.

In related news, can you really blame me for already having seen the movie twice?

There is some serious crushin' going on over here.

WWFS?

Last night I had a dream I met Joel from Mystery Science Theater 3K at Stop and Shop and started pummeling him. Like, I really whaled on him. Let him have it. I woke up feeling guilty and nostalgic, because Joel may not have been as funny as Mike, a little too mellow and whiny, but I don't think he deserved my wrath. It was a, "Where the hell did that come from?" kind of dream. What would Freud say?

I think I'll go appease my subconscious by watching Overdrawn At the Memory Bank for the 70 millionth time.

Life-ish

I watched Paris, J'etaime (I don't know if I'm spelling that right but I'm tired so bear with me) which was good, if a little pretentious. I feel like it's hard to go wrong with a film made of five-minute films; even the worse ones were over quickly and I didn't feel like many of them were that terrible, in fact most of them were sweet.

Otherwise, I've just been endlessly watching Heroes. I found out it was on Netflix Instant Watch and its been consuming my life since then. I'm halfway through the third season now, but I'm starting to lose interest so who knows if I'll finish it? Sylar's definitely the best character anyway, I have such a thing for bad boys.

I really need to stop spending money because I'm just taking away hard earned tattoo money, and I really wanted to be able to get this next piece by the end of the summer. I'm going to have to work on my oeconomy.

Some stuff:


Leaving the Holland TunnelFunhouse Mirrors Supercreepy hyperrealistic Princeton goat
Ben and his canine doppleganger

SUPER DUPER!

Holy crap! I somehow managed to pull of three A's and a B this semester (plus a pass in my pass/fail class)!! I'm celebrating by watching this Middlemarch miniseries on Netflix instant watch all day. Mmmm... Rufus Sewell.

I also must see this.

(I love the short story.)

I must see this.

MTV Shows

Watched: Macbeth

Good flick. (Yes that is James MacAvoy, and yes he still is the little Scotsman of me heart!)

Oh hey!

I made it. Time to go to Jersey City, then get sloppy, then spend a day doing fuckall, then work, then Cape May, then up to NYC to see Star Trek with the maternal unit, then...

It's gonna be a good summer. :)

Why My Brother And I Are Doomed To English Nerdom: A Dialogue.

This a real conversation carried on via texts between Ben and me. I'm writing it down because a) it's funny, bitch and b) I can't study anymore for this exam.

Me: i have 15 hours left and then i am free. But will... i... make it?
Ben: Will she escape the dastardly doings of demented douchebags?
Me: praytell, will she pass the profound pittances placed against her by petty and profligate professors and perchance partake in post-exam partying?
Ben: What wild wagnerian wil'lin out awaits when wednesday wrecks our week of willful waiting?
Me: a meaningfully and merry much: merited myriad of mirth, merlot and marauding, my man!

Ben: Sweet sacrilegious ceremonies! sipping such saucy sack shall surely send some silly sailors south!
Me: clearly! Calamitous carousing caters to craven and coarse criminality. Consequent course could curtail such craziness: celebratory cinema and candy?
Ben: Fascist! Further, future facing fans of frolocking fornication and fun find fresh fans, fast. F'real
Me: gibbering gimlet! Go get gone, green and gross galvanizer of good and gracious godesses. Geez!
Ben: Shit. Still sober, sadly sands suds. Studying, senselessly, sunlight, sense of self slipping slowly.
Me: this guy the article im reading keeps referring to is named gregory guy.
Ben: I have a student named danny distant. He never comes to class. Seriously.

Revelation!

I'm a control freak. Right now I do not feel like I have any influence on the things happening around me. My resolution for the summer is to change this, because it's an unnecessary source of unhappiness. It'll all be alright, once I get done these exams. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Optimism!

Poop.

To celebrate mother's day, my mom is going grocery shoppig and bringing me lunch. And will probably talk me down from my second finals-induced panic attack in the past week. Then she'll have to take the train back to the city so that I have the car. I don't even have a card for her. I'm the worst daughter ever. I'm going to have spend so much time in Canada this summer to make this right.

What hath finals wrought?!

This is the kind of thing finals stress brings about. Roomie trying on neon pink glittery bedazzled diaper-butted jeans. I can't say I regret the haul I brought in, but I do regret how sad I am going to be for the next two days.

I can do this though. I got this. I think.

Have you tried the Hot Pocket Hot Pocket?

It's a Hot Pocket filled with a Hot Pocket. Tastes just like a Hot Pocket. I'm gonna go stick my head in the microwave, hoooot pockeeet!

All time low or best night ever? To be decided. Let it be known that it is almost midnight and I have just drinken a can of Monster, because I was thirsty and it was the only drink I had that wasn't water.

God I hate water.

Puns, Huns, and Fun

justinws310: today is star wars day
justinws310: may the 4th be with you

Watched The Vikings (1958) with Kirk Douglas and Janet Leigh. Between a plot so predictable that I could accurately guess 10 minutes into it exactly what was going to happen, a complete lack of historical accuracy, every single "Viking" character swearing some promise on the blood of Odin at least once (seriously we get it they worshipped Odin NOW SHUT UP), Leigh sporting the wonkiest looking boobage I've seen since Madonna poured herself into two cones and all the men wearing some sort of medieval Uggs and short shorts (despite being Nordic?!)... it was time well fucking spent.

This is the best picture I could find because I forgot to take screencaps (due to my being completely engrossed in the unintentional hilarity), but trust me, her decolletage looked weird.

Now I'm watching Pride and Prejudice, the 1940 version with Greer Garson and Laurence Olivier. Why? Because I am a fiend for the Austen. And because its so shitty outside that I refuse to get out of bed and stop watching movies until I see some sunshine. Even if this is the least faithful adaptation I've ever seen.

It's a movie kind of day.

Have fun, and be safe with it. Just kidding, fuck shit up!

I went out for coffee yesterday and ended up driving south on the turnpike. I kept the windows down and drove as fast as I dared and breathed in the roadside trees and sung out as loud as I could. I ended up at my brother's place and that's fine, but I don't know if that was the point. I don't know what is the point. I think I'm having a moment here.



It's been a long weekend with several interesting developments.

Jo says obey.

This is all devastatingly important and completely trivial. Ah well, c'est la vie, non? Tomorrow is the last day of classes, then shit gets kicked into overdrive finals madness and then I'm a fucking senior in college and that's what's what.

I love you. i Love you. i love You.

I can't even decide who is cuter. I guess I'll just take one of each.