Friday, March 21, 2003

Sometimes I'm very motivated to write. 0ther times I'm not. Right now I'm somewhere in the middle. We'll see how much gets written.

I just got back from Dunkin Donuts. I spent the early evening hanging out with Jay at his place (his car is broken down and has been stranded at home, so I went over) and he and I watched "Bend It Like Beckham". It's a British movie about a high school Indian girl living in England who wants to play soccer despite her parent's disapproval. I'd never heard of it, but it turned out to be pretty damn funny and quite entertaining. Plus soccer girls are hot, so that's always fun to watch. Afterwards I was planning on watching the Laker game with Tish and Mike and Bridget and a cast of who knows how many others, but the game was unfortunately not televised and the gathering fell through. So I decided to go to Dunkin Donuts instead and do some reading and writing.

While I read Lies My Teacher Told Me, I was treated to the conversations of four elderly black men. They were discussing the war and gruffly refusing to agree. One of them, the eldest (probably somewhere around 80), was later met by a middle-aged, balding, Jewish man who wanted to help this elderly man out because he felt that God had helped him through the troubled times in his life and now he felt obligated and happy to do the same. He kept repeating himself and leaving the table and coming back. I could tell that the elderly man had some connection to this man, but through a mutual friend, and would be happy for this now pestering man to move along. Keep in mind this around 11:45 at night and the elderly man had been busy highlighting something in a newspaper for a while. At the same time there were some students (Villanova I think, I recognized the girl) talking about the war as well. A cop came in while they were there and they knew him, so he sat down and they talked about the new uniform he had. For the most part, he didn't like it, but the new pants were "1000 times more comfortable." The cop soon left to take care of some police duty (after getting some donuts and coffee), and the students left not long after. Some high-school looking kids came in about 30 minutes later and sat at the same table. I didn't catch much of what they talked about because I was heavily into what I was reading and writing.

Yesterday I came home from class and decided I wanted to watch a movie. So I walked the 100 feet to Blockbuster and rented Donnie Darko and Sid & Nancy. Both were quality films. I especially liked Donnie Darko (I have been told to watch that for a while now). It was a weird, makes-you-think movie that I know will stick with me for a few days. I would try to better describe the feelings it left me with, but I still don't know what those feelings are yet...just that I like them. Sid & Nancy is about Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols. Classic film from 1986 with Gary Oldman who is consistently captivating as an actor.

I'm going to see Sigur Rós with Dena tomorrow night, well, actually tonight. Hehe, I need to go to bed. Anyway, I'm excited - their shows are such an incredible auditory and visual experience. Truly distinct.