I had a dream a few nights ago that a large, fat man with a mustache was chasing me through my neighborhood, but he was always a good 100 feet behind me. He didn’t try to hurt me or anything, he just wanted to marry me. And, he was always behind me or waiting for me.
My life has been filled with anxiety this month. And, at the risk of sounding like a celebrity seeking verificiation from the universe, this horoscope does not help:
“The time near May 15 will be your hardest moment of the month, when a full moon lunar eclipse will almost certainly stir up your emotions in regard to the actions of a partner, close collaborator or mate. This relationship will certainly be tested, and you will be forced to examine whether you want to work at it or leave it altogether. There will be little room for deliberation, as events will move to a rapid conclusion. Eclipses usually change our future course, so the advent of these eclipses could foretell the tone of the year ahead for you. By this time next year your transformation will be much further along, and you will be in a whole new place emotionally.”
I don’t like being in a “whole new place emotionally,” and I certainly don’t like getting there. Granted, eclipse or no eclipse, life moves on and people can annoy you, etc. but why right now? Right now when I’m trying to finish an essay, find an apartment and find a job for the summer? I loathe disorder and uncertain emotions!
An aside: I watched “Annie Hall” with Daryl the other night and decided that strangely, I resembled Alvy, not Annie. Especially since right before we turned it on and D suggested we “watch it for a little while” I reminded him that I don’t like watching films in segments, and would rather not turn it on if we weren’t going to watch the whole thing. Insert: first scene of Alvy and Annie at the movies.
Another aside: I received another loathsome 2.2 (B-) on an essay. Granted, I apparently defined the term “actuality” wrong in relation to some documentaries we watched, but that is such a suck grade! And, it doesn’t help that the professor is my nemesis and thesis advisor (he of the small hands, beard, and demeaning worst-academic-stereotype personality). Nor does it help that I—apparently---do not handle receiving low-marks in non-math or science based subjects. And, for the record, I think film theory is bunk. Take that film studies! Ha!
Another aside: Against every wiser-thinking fiber in my film/social-critic/savvy-girl-who-hates-gross-out-humor being, I went to see “Old School.” Prepared for the absolute worst fart jokes (ala Dumb and Dumber) and girlfriend/wife as meanie taskmaster stereotypes, I was shocked to find it was funny. Funny like “Revenge of the Nerds” and totally ridiculous. But any movie that references “The Graduate” and casts Vince Vaughn as an unhappy thirty-something can’t be all bad. And it wasn’t. So, that was my surprise for the week.
An aside within the aside: What in the hell has happed to Vince Vaughn? He used to be so handsome and sassy! Now he has bags and looks defeated. Yes, we all know of the drunken tv appearances and the career shifting into obsolete, but I miss the old VV of “Swingers” heyday. I predict he will now take the sad clown roles in buddy films, but you know, it works for him.
A Question: Will “Bowling for Columbine” become my nemesis* film for the next five years? After “Saving Private Ryan” and the hoopla (my condensed argument: the first 1/2 hour was fine—sans the “framing—and then it was absolutely meandering patriotic propaganda on a screen), the sight of Steven Spielberg really annoyed me and I began to think he looked unnervingly like Barbra Streisand. Now, it’s Michael Moore’s mug everywhere, with his annoying smirk and “I’m just like you!” baseball cap. I actually saw a copy of BFC in the video store yesterday and was forced to turn it around when I saw Mr. Smirkypants’ mug. And, to top it off, my roommates decided to rent it last night, which caused Daryl to hide under the couch for fear of my wrath/lecture. Thankfully, the Swede hated it.
*See: Fight Club, Forrest Gump, Chasing Amy, Shakespeare in Love (okay, I never even saw it), anything with Julia Roberts except for Mystic Pizza, Shawshank Redemption (I never understood why men love that one like religion), the list goes on. . .
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