it's times like these i wish we could just be recorded already. i want to hear jenn's voice singing jenn's song coming from somewhere other than my head, please. especially now that i know she's finished it. this year seems to be the year for that - finishing songs we've been working on forever. both jenn and i have completed our perpetually unfinisheds. i suppose it has been a year of coming full circle for both of us, in a lot of ways.
mmph. for candlelight and loved-on keys.
alright. i know this is not important, but there is no cursor on my screen as i'm typing this and it's about to drive me up the wall. i can't tell where i am when i stop typing.
oh glory! i have my cursor back. now i can communicate again.
i suppose i should catch y'all up on the past couple of days, yeah? i'm going to go get some food first. the problem with sleeping all day is that you don't eat. but i'll get to the sleeping part later.
tuesday was relatively remarkable, if just for the fact that we watched a film called broken flowers in film studies. it's a jim jarmush film, and bill murray plays a don juan-type character. at the beginning of the film, he receives a letter that makes him embark on a quest to find a potential son, and it's one of those films where the details just fit together, you know? which is simply an indication of it's categorization as an independent film, i've learned, but the wonder of indie films is a relatively new discovery for me, so let me marvel a bit. i just really enjoy things that present a connection between the title and the film that the viewer has to figure out for themselves. really, though, i just like good, meaningful titles.
obviously . . .
*she smirks*
speaking of titles (what a lovely, effortless transition! and i didn't even plan it that way), wednesday (yesterday - oh my.), hannah and i went to liverpool. we got there pretty early and went straight to the beatles' story, which is this underground museum dedicated to the beatles.
it was amazing. i bought a t-shirt.
just imagine walking through pictures of and stories about the beatles while listening to their music. so good. so cool. made me question my abilities as a musician, but that's a normal occurence in the face of such talent, i think. i'm getting to how this relates to titles, give me a second. after that, we walked along the pier to the tate.
modern art museum.
in liverpool, one of the artsy-ist cities in england.
*hallelujah*
it was so wonderful. hannah and i both were enthralled the whole time - it took us two hours to make it through three (fairly sparsely occupied) floors, so we will have to go back for the fourth another day. we also need to go back so that we can find penny lane, since we ran out of time.
i think my computer is retarded. maybe i gave it a virus.
i almost forgot to tell you about the titles! that would have been . . . anticlimactic of me. not that it's much of a climax. anyway - i was thoroughly unimpressed with the titles in the tate. which is disappointing, isn't it, because i always esteem artists to be creative and philosophical and i feel that those things should lead to good titles. i'm not claiming that the artists on display were not creative or philosophical by any means, i'm just saying they didn't offer good titles, like i think they should have. there were some good ones, but most of them were something to the effect of "woman bathing." great, i can see that for myself. but what does it mean? you're supposed to suggest what it means via title, not reinforce what it is. personal opinion: i would rather you label it "untitled" than tell me what i'm examining in a literal sense.
so, slightly bothersome, but not on the level that it interfered with my experience.
let's move down the road-bump-continuum to things that are troublesome (which is past bothersome, but not nearly devastating). i went to bed at 10:00pm last night, woke up at 9:30 this morning, went to two hours of class, came back and slept from noon until 5:30. i've been awake for a couple of hours and i'm already exhausted again (i haven't moved from my bed, mind you, apart from goin to the toilet and getting food). i just feel so off kilter physically. mono has been listed as a possibility, but i'm resisting it mentally. hopefully that will transfer to my body and i'll be fine. i do wish things worked like that, don't you?
well. i should go, because i'm feeling a little out of it and i'm not sure i have as much conscious control over what i'm typing as i usually like to anymore.
have a lovely evening.
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