Marley, Me, Nick and Norah

So that 'Infinite Playlist' movie was pretty fricken cute. I liked it a lot. Maybe because it reminded me a lot of life right now. Damn good music, irritating ex-boyfriends, adventure, college decisions, taking care of extremely drunk best friends, train stations, being used, and falling in love. Ew that was so mushy, sorry.

Also, I watched Marley & Me yesterday (in case you haven't noticed, this four day weekend consisted of really nothing but family and movies) and as cliche as it is, I watched it with my puppy. Hah! But what was weirddddd, was that both of them in that movie were mainstream journalists living in northern Michigan. And half the movie she was wearing Central Michigan running shorts. Coincidence? Not so sure. It's the exact lifestyle I want when I "grow up". The crowded offices, with all the desks pushed up against eachother in the big building, with journalists running around with drafts in their hands and ideas in their minds, asking eachother for advice, and then sitting down at their cluttered computers and typing up story after story after story. Everything in that movie (as far as the career goes) is what I want! Oh, but minus the clutter...mine probably wouldn't be cluttered with my unidentified OCD.

Or, another strange and ironic future-flashforward sort of deal, would be how I have to use the documentary "Shattered Glass" for a project in AP Language and Comp. You know, that doc. about Stephen Glass, the rediculous journalist who was sued for liable, considering 75% of his articles were all made up. But the way he lived and the place he worked in was literally perfect. Minus the time he spent thinking up topics to fake. But all the other crap, the meetings, the columns, Ahhh I want it nowww!

I guess I'm sort of fortunate for knowing what I want to do later on. Makes me real excited to see what's next. It's like everything is a step. High school is a variety of 'steps' though, like when you get on the treadmill at XSport, and it says 'enter time', you debate for a second, then push 60:00, next you just stand there and say 'fuck my life', push START, and cover the clock up with your sweat towel. I'm starting to cover up time with my sweat towel because no matter how much I think about what I'm going to do after college, I then remember there is another year of high school yet to come....Next step though, applying, acceptance, and just fricken WRITING my life away.

Woah, who is rocking the metaphors today? That's right.
[writing] for now,
Linds