28 april 2004

From NYC:

Elena and I are LADIES.

I've spent a slightly shameful amount of my day today in preparation for the release of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, for which there shall be a blow-out of a party, let me tell YOU! Honestly, how can there not be? Chat me up if you're interested and I haven't already talked to you about it.

Elisie and I had a little dinner party last night, and I'm quite happy with how it turned out. All the food was yummy, I got to see Bwooce, we knocked out three bottles of wine, I only now realized that I didn't play any music, which is perhaps unfortunate. I just plugged my little iPod into my big speakers for the first time tonight, and turned my room into a Toxic dance party.

There's no escape, I can't hide, I need a hit, baby, gimme it, you're dangerous, I'm lovin it.

Sweet jesus. I just realized Britney's subliminal attack undermining our nation's attempt at health and nutrition. I'm lovin' it? Maybe she's worried about the couple of stress-pounds she's put on since the botched marriage and low-selling tour, and hopes the rest of the world takes some of that Big Mac medicine with her. Oh, Britney. I'll still love you, even when you're lying on a cheap sofa, with french fry grease on your face, telling the kids how you used to be a supa-star and a size 6.

The problem with stating favorite books, movies, tv shows, albums is that people use them for identifying features so often, as if your likes SAY something MEANINGFUL about who you are. And perhaps there are some things that can be garnered from these vitals, but just because you ENJOY something a lot, it doesn't mean it is the most important statement of your soul or some crap, okay?

These thoughts spurred a recollection of the AP English exam essay question regarding whether your clothes, style and appearance make important statements about your character. And while they can surely say something, I argued pretty vehemently against the idea. People can appear in ten zillion different costumes, and maybe some of them give you an idea who that person is, but maybe none of them do. I got in a big argument with one of the big-mouth popular boys, and he was like OF COURSE your appearance is about who you are, if you weren't what you choose to dress, why would you dress that way?

Man, I was so about to go on a high school rant about the inability to express your SELF so that anyone can UNDERSTAND. I think the Freaks and Geeks is getting in my blood.

xoxo,
m

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