Key to Reserva
I am not sure what the exact purpose of this blog is, but I think it will result in the betterment of humanity.
Okay, so when I am faced with hours of homework I can be a bit over-dramatic and may tend toward rants of self-pitying. I thought about deleting my last post because, frankly, I didn't want those negative vibes hanging about - but then I thought better of it and decided to just make peace.
Is it sad that I am actually starting to resent weekends? I just realized this as I pulled out my course reader in Starbucks and wished I was instead getting up at 7am to get ready for a long day of work, then class, then gym. I sort of subconsciously mumbled that at least on weekdays I see people and keep busy. Then the revelation, for as much as I glorify the potential of the weekend, in reality I never enjoy it quite as much as the rest. As this thought sunk in my shoulders dropped, my eyebrows arched and the voice in my head spoke like a stoner witnessing an armed robbery, "Wow, that sucks. I think you need to reconsider your options." Then, outwardly, I pulled my computer closer to me and opened a browser knowing it was time to let work out the obvious tension.
"Because I'm a woman, of course I'm going to have the regard of a woman," she says. "It's natural, it's not a will where I'm saying, 'I want to represent women.' No. I just want to tell a story, whether it's feminine or not."
As you all know...as you all SHOULD know....HE'S WON!!!!!!!!!!! Wait, wait... HELL YES! Okay, so you can probably guess at my excitement and I know this post is a little delayed, but OH MAN! I love my Martin Scorsese so much and he conquered the Oscar's! The Departed was totally amazing, he deserved it, Clint Eastwood can go cry me a river. Do you hear that? It's the world's smallest violin playing for the losers. But how do I feel, you ask? Elated...and somewhat upset. I didn't ACTUALLY get to watch the ceremony! I was away for the week (hence tardiness of the post) and despite my labored research, my attempts at watching were ultimately thwarted. I blame Sky One. I was supposed to watch the awards live at 1 am on Monday morning and see what I knew would be complete victory. But what did I get? A half an hour of red carpet coverage that led to nothing. That's right, nunca, bubkis, not-a-god-damned-thing. Where were the awards?! Oh yeah, on Sky Movies...a premium channel you have to order in advance. A complete disaster. So, I call my mom..in a controlled panic..and ask her to give me a call when the winner is announced at 5am, so that I can at least participate in the triumphant glory. Staying up all night, waiting...trying to distract myself...I discover that my mom's call isn't delayed...but that my cell has lost reception and nothing is getting through. Bastards! So, it's wasn't until later that day that I received the message notifying me. It was a bitter sweet moment. Filled with joy and yet simultaneously feeling a bit stung by the media rejection. Worry not, I will have my vengeance. Retribution will be mine.
So, I have been listening to constant 80s streaming and I just came to the conclusion that "She's a Man Eater" and "Part Time Lover" are the same song...played at slightly different tempos and one tries to confuse you with a semi-synthesized saxophone solo. But don't take my word for it: