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Little milestones.

Do you ever have a milestone that you feel like no one could understand? My recent one is that I had a craving for mac and cheese. I was able to eat it without being bitter or angry. To me, thats huge, to the grocery store attendent watching the four check yourself out lanes, it meant nothing.

Spring Breakdown, an unsung heroine.

Earler this year, the gracious Amber Tamblyn posed on the cover of Bust. Her interview was a burst of "we can" hope that I love so much about the cover page ladies (and men) of Bust.

She talked about rejecting role after role trying to find more than fluff and even harder than that-comedic roles for women. This topic brought about her love for vivacious Amy Poehler, who Amber had met awhile back while filming a female-centric comedy. Its release date had been pushed back for some time.

When searching for a rental to cheer up the frown left by S. Darko, I found Spring Breakdown. Amber Tamblyn and Amy Poehler, this must be that movie! Like Never Been Kissed, it follows three grown friends who never fit in with anyone but themselves, and their trip to fit in at the MTV style Spring Break in San Padre. There reason for going is it is Becky's (Parker Posey) work assignment to follow Ashley (Amber Tamblyn) and stop her from becoming the next Bush Twins. Her mom is a senator from Texas and potential Vice President replacement, who cannot afford a scandal. If only she realized that her daughter enjoyed Shakespeare better than shaking beer all over scantily clad coeds.

Finally! Boys have Van Wilder, Road Trip, Super Bad, Old School and Animal House. Girls, get excited- We now have Spring Breakdown! Zing! At a co-ed college I was forced to watch these same movies again and again when drinking was concerned. Now when I have my home girls over to do some speed scrapbooking and throw back some brewskies I can pop in this gem. I love how it has enough raunchiness but still that touch of girl power.

With our economy still stuck in neutral, it is no wonder that so many movies as of late have released straight to DVD: S. darko, FanBoys, American High School and others in these past few months. Though it is quite sad that Spring Breakdown was not even in limited release. The ladies of the movie remind me of my hay day with the likes of HBFL. Even though this started as a rental for me, this is going to be another one for my collection.

Musings from this past week.

• I went a day and half without toliet paper.
• I got one of those Office Max Perks keychains to add to my collection. If you spend $500 in a year you get $25 off. Let me put that rip off into a percentage: 5%.
• Thats not my name, thats not my name, thats not my name! (I'm listening to The Ting Tings)
• The new flatmates swept the basement and made a laundry station by the washer.
• I am currently so engrossed in Pride and Prejeduce.
• I have six bags of trash that need to go to the dumpster.
• I'm glad to be wiping again with Charmin.

what does it mean when all of my stuff breaks?

yesterday at about 4:45 all my stuff started breaking. the little plastic bump on my belt fell off somewhere, so it won't close properly. then that thing (why don't any of these gizmos have names? they must and i just don't know them) that hangs off your umbrella so you can snap it up and carry it came off. in the middle of the night my decorative birdcage fell off the ceiling, taking a strip of paint with it,  and bashed up my bamboo trash can. this morning i discovered a pen had broken in my purse and left a terrible blue stain on the gold lame bottom. 

i don't know why, but all of this upsets me greatly. i suppose i am a materialist, but in my defense, it has nothing to do with having expensive things to maintain the status quo. with the exception of the purse none of this stuff is particularly nice, most of it from thrift stores and the urban outfitters yard sale. but there is something that grates my nerves about having my stuff imperfect unless i got it that way. though i am not a careful woman and don't take particularly good care of most of my things, including my self, i still don't like it when they are messed up, especially when i can't fix them. i tried nail polishing the bottom of the bag, and it looks better, but not great, and a little lumpy. superglue did not hold the umbrella strappy on, and the belt is going to have to be appropriated for something else. the trashcan will get the hot glue treatment later. but it won't be the same. 

i know i know, this is probably a lesson in change and letting go and all that jazz. but i like my stuff, maybe because it's the one thing i can control. if i have a terrible day and everyone is an asshole and somebody who doesn't even know me yells at me because he can't find a book on calculus, when i leave i am comforted by my umbrella that matches my purse, by my big white room with the birdcage covered in metal wrought roses swinging in the cross breeze. i gathered them for these purposes. so maybe all i'm saying is it's okay to mourn a belt. maybe we should all remember that sometimes. 

S.Darko. Summary: Fan Fiction

Twilight. After I reread the novels 15 times each. Then would only read passages like a religious text, I found myself needing more. Fan Fiction. Of course I googled and it was like coming up over a mountain to see more valley and beautiful streams. Of course there are some fan fictions that remind me of Ralphie's letter in a Christmas Story on why he deserves a bee-bee gun. Some are so in line with all my own thoughts and wishes that it makes the original text seem new and fresh again.

S.Darko is the kind of fan fiction that probably lead to its straight to DVD release last month. After watching it, I was sorry I didn't rewatch Donnie Darko to try and understand where the story line was coming from. Though I'm not sure the director or screenwriter cared much about the original plot as well. If they had a check list I'm sure they thought "Creepy goo coming from people's body's, Check! Scary bunny mask, check, now we just need some other ideas."

I was interested to check that the director, Chris Fisher, has not directed much besides a handful of primetime tv shows. Not the whole season, but just an episode or two. Nathan Adkins, the screen writer, has a lot under his belt in the edit room, but whimped out under the Writer category.

The story line is so hard to follow it makes it worse and worse. That and the significance of Donnie's decision in the first movie is almost belittled with everyone and their mom choosing to sacrifice themselves to save another. There were three things that made me watch to the end. One, Hope of some kind of full circle closure, which didn't happen. Two, Jackson Rathbone who got to flex his acting abilities more so then as Jasper Hale in Twilight (needless to say I thought he stole the screen during his parts). Three, the amazing 90s outfits that assembled, since it is suppose to be set in 1995. It reminded me of my carefree middle school days thumbing through Delias and Seventeen. Fourth, oops, there is a fourth reason.. Ed Westwick. I just want to stare in his eyes for a couple of decades.

Despite one or two scenes the acting by all makes S. Darko interesting to watch. It is unfortunate that the plot line would not be good even if you were drunk or strung out on drugs. I think it goes to show that we are living in times where every penny counts so it seems easier to latch on to other ideas and ride their success coattails. Unfortunately S. Darko is unlikely to even be a underground-undergound cult hit.

somebody's reading pride and prejudice

we women always get incredibly self-inspecting about relationships when we read Austen. which is good.  I think Romeo and Juliet do have a spark that catches them on fire, i think they also have circumstances, like the serious backdrop of family violence, and the fact that they are fifteen,  that allow them to be self-centered and rash. I think maybe we all feel that spark, but we learn to bed it down, keep it more like  a pilot light on a stove burner.  I dunno though, i think guns blazing is necessary in the beginning. i think maybe it's a precautionary measure, or something born of biology, to consume and pre oocupy us until it's too late. it is the love born from attraction and fate and all that other stuff that new age and self improvement books explain to us happens when we meet the right person. maybe it's the way they smell. maybe our blood types call out to each other. who knows? whatever it is, that heady, crazy feeling is what we need to sustain us, what we need to look back on the next time we're pressing our nails into our palms out of frustration for one more stupid wednesday fight. love can't stay a flame, it'll burn down our houses, but we should learn to use it to keep the place warm. 

My thought while walking through Tower Grove Park today.

You know when you get that jaded feeling after you've been to something really uplifting. You left thinking that you are now going to live EACH DAY TO ITS FULLEST. Then you get cut off in traffic or break a pencil or your crush doesn't ask you out.

How come when it comes to love we have the opposite problem? We want to rush in and be all consuming. We don't want to wait, we want it now.

When love really is the one thing that we should take more preciously. I don't think we should go in guns a blazing. I think that it takes time and patience. Lots of patience. We just need to hold back. Restrain ourselves. Stop look and listen.

I think this made more sense in my head. I think the quote from William Shakespear's Romeo and Juliet is, "Hot running passions are like gunpowder meeting a spark - they cause an explosion that destroys both the gunpowder and the spark."

Why can't I come up with this ideas?

Its a cruel, cruel, cruel summer.

This is the result of no sun protection yesterday. It hurts! However, unlike Kim Kardashian, I will not be making rounds on the talk shows to talk about my brush with sun overexposure. To busy this week, I might be able to squeeze in an interview with Ryan Seacrest via phone. We'll see.