The year of movies?

What with my recent movie habits and my yet-to-begin film class, I get the feeling that my movie IQ will sky rocket this year. I have already watched 13 movies this year as of January 19th. If I keep going at this rate, I will have watched 240.84 movies by 2009. It's not going to be easy, but with stamina and perservearance, I think I could do it. I just checked out two more DVD's from the library today.

The list so far for 2007 (and my ratings):
1. Juno (1/4) 8.2 stars
2. Cashback (1/6) 7.2 stars
3. Ratatouille (1/7) 7.7 stars
4. Little Children (1/9) 6.3 stars
5. Casino Royale (1/10) Don't judge... I watched this one in a large group setting
6. Sweetland (1/11) 6.1 stars
7. Mutual Appreciation (1/12) 8.4 stars
8. Adaptation (1/13) 7.6 stars
9. After the Wedding (1/16) 6.9 stars
10. Margot at the Wedding (1/17) 7.7 stars
11. Funny Ha Ha (1/18) 6.7 stars
12. Control (1/19) 8.2 stars
13. Sweeney Todd (1/19) 7.9 stars (though very hard to judge)

*All movies were judged on a scale of 1-10. I rarely give out 9's or 10's, and I'm typically good enough at picking movies that I am able to avoid watching the ones that fall into the 1-5 range all together.

Musings on time

It's crazy to think that 10 years ago is 1998 and not 1992 or something. Time is such a tricky convention. Why is it that when you look back, time seems to have passed so quickly, but when you look ahead, things seem so far away? Time sometimes seems to stand still and often speeds by at a much quicker pace than we would prefer. Time is universal: we are all trapped by it. Time dictates our lives. Even the hermit in complete seclusion is susceptible to it and must grow old.

People don't give Time enough credit I think. Time exerts so much power over us. Why isn't time a mascot? Time is so much more menacing than a Demon Deacon or a Battling Bishop (my two mascots in college and high school, respectively). Death occurs when Time runs out.

some things that have happened since I've been back at school:

-a squirrel somehow got into some underground room the supplies the power to many of the buildings on campus and succeeded in turning off the power for 8 buildings (apparently without dying)... I heard the whole interaction between fascilities management personel over a walkie-talkie

-I overheard this conversation between two upperclassmen males:
frat boy #1: "Oh dude sweeeet! Check out the new vitawater vending machine!
frat boy #2: "Oh I love that sh*t"
frat boy #1: "Yeah and it's like so much cheaper here. I'll save so much money! It's only $1.50 per bottle here and a case of 24 is $30!"
frat boy #2: "Oh yeah, man. That's great!"

I am not the only one rebelling against the re-integration process

My computer refuses to reset it's clock. It doesn't matter how many times I change it, a few hours later, it always reverts back to Danish time. The timestamps for all the emails I receive are also in Danish time.

I decided to organize my closet by color this time

I really enjoy stores that organize things according to color. It's just more aesthetically appealing and it comes in handy when you tend to prefer some colors over others.

The closet:








I estimate that it will only stay this neat for a week or so, but hey, it looks great now, yeah?

creative licence

I like how every time I want to write a blog entry, I click on the button labeled "Create." This one little word gives me complete freedom to write whatever I want to and even empowers me. I could write the truth in these blog entries--the things I never actually say but secretly want to, or I could just make up a story... and the beauty of it is, you have no way of knowing which you're getting: fact or fiction. There's really so much potential in each that it's hard to pick which to work with sometimes. True to the title of my blog, I just started rambling in this blog entry... propelled by a single word. Create. I had intended to tell you what classes I would be taking this spring, but this came out instead.

You may be wondering what life has been like post-Denmark since I haven't written in a while. Life is strange. As I told my friend Amelia, I feel like I'm in this strange time warp back at home. I know that I have seen and experienced many indescribable things during the last four months, but nothing at home seems to have changed much, and it's as if I am sucked into stasis by merely being here. It's strange. For some reason I thought everything would be different when I got back; I thought that everything would be unrecognizable. Maybe I was just trying to project my own differences onto the environment. I don't know.

What I do know is that I definitely needed to get away for four months and to start figuring out how to live independently of my past and all the pre-conceived notions of who I am. I could go on, but I fear I am starting to sound too hokey or even glib, so I'll stop for now.