Another birthday come and gone!

So, today is my second day of having been alive for 23 years. So, 23 years and two days. Hmm...I don't feel old (which is key), but I'm growing older. Maybe wiser?

Here are some of my b-day facts thanks to wikipedia.org:

February 15: Candlemas in Eastern Christianity; Flag Day in Canada; National Day in Serbia; Fat Thursday (2007).

1898 - The USS Maine exploded and sank in Havana, Cuba, killing more than 260 people and precipitating the Spanish-American War.
1942 - World War II: General Tomoyuki Yamashita led the Japanese forces to capture the so called "impregnable fortress" of Singapore.
1971 - The British pound sterling and the Irish pound were decimalised on what is called Decimal Day.
1989 - The Soviet Union officially announced that all of its troops had withdrawn from Afghanistan.
2003 - Millions around the world took part in protests against the impending invasion of Iraq.

Wikipedia's featured pic on Feb. 15



The marketplace of Göttingen, a city in Lower Saxony, Germany, with the old city hall, Gänseliesel fountain and pedestrian zone. Founded before 1200, the city is famous for Georg-August University, which was founded in 1737 and became the most visited university of Europe.

Naked and loving it!

Happy V-Day!!! Happy birthday Mom!



I'm about half way through Naked and I'm loving it!!! I would like to review the book after I'm done, but I don't think I'm good enough to write a review about a book, is that weird? I mean, books are so much more complex than movies or music. To define what is great about a book is like trying to define why the stars are brillant. Each person has a different reason why they love books and what turns them on about each book.



I've decided to write my memoirs. I'll call it "Part Un" or some shit to signify that I really shouldn't be writing my memoirs. Today I wrote about getting high on 4/20. Haha. It's humorous, I think. I think I'm just inspired by Sedaris so much that I want to write like him. Well, I'm going to read now.

Oh, got a job at Target (not the best, but a job). I start Tuesday. May go to Mardi Gras festivities in the STL for the weekend. My b-day better be awesome.



Oh, and I just got done with an interview with one of the owners of C&R Supermarket for this story I'm writing. And another one of my pet peeves is having to pry out a damn response/answer to a question. Goddamn people, just indulge me.

God, Inc., Episode 3

Miami Heat

I have the strongest desire to be in a Michael Mann film. I really haven't seen too many of his films. But I LOVE Heat and Miami Vice. I know I've seen The Insider, but I can't remember it for its brillance. I just love the way his films are shot and the complexity of all the characters.



Mann has such a great eye. His director of photography for Miami Vice and Collateral was Dion Beebe. For The Insider and Heat he used Dante Spinotti. I like the way he can make things feel really gritty and real by having the camera jolt and move (a la Law & Order) and then steady it during a more calming scene or to further the story.




But really, I want the chance to play a cop. I want to do shoot-out scenes. I want to drive a powerboat. To just be a badass-mother-fucker.



I really hope they make a sequel and Jamie Foxx doesn't puss out because of his experience on the first one.

God, Inc., Episode 2

Scary...

Thirteen days 'til 23...that's scary.

The Destination

"I just don't know what I'm supposed to be." ~ Charlotte, Lost in Translation

(This entry may be a little despondent).



Right now I most identify with Charlotte from Lost in Translation. I recently graduated college and I don't know where I fit in in life. I know a year from now I'll look on this and think about how ridiculous I am being (though I don't ever go back and re-read what I wrote). But for now, this is where I am.



I've never needed money so much in my life. I can't afford rent. My mom can't help me either. I can't pay my credit card bills. I can't get hired for a part-time job because "they" worry I will turn around and leave once I'm hired for a full-time job.

I know WHAT I want to be; I just don't know how to get there. But I think everyone has this feeling during these transitional phases. Why is it that we are so concerned with the destination when it's the journey that makes us who we are? What we are?



I'm Charlotte because I'm an intelligent, cynical person. Someone who laughs at people's incompetence. I worry constantly about the future and disregard the past by the passing minute. This is why I am so worried about the future. That's what I focus on. Like I said, at least I know what I want to be, but the worry on how to get there is so consuming at times. It just takes time and it's hard to accept. That's my permanent impatience right there.



I've also scrounged up enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes tonight. I know this is bad, but since I don't have a gym membership, I need some stress relief. I think this is allowable for my current state.

Great movie. I am comforted to know that finding your path never really ends.