Some disjointed thoughts:
I didn't really like The Aviator but I did like Cate Blanchett's portrayal of Katherine Hepburn.
In fact, I like Cate Blanchett in general. (Ahem, Galadriel.)
I'm going to help teach ninth graders World History next year. I've never really felt like teaching is something I want to do as a career, but that said, I do seem to spend a lot of time teaching/tutoring/playing with kids. I don't know.
I think I'd like to lose my virginity to Radiohead. It disturbs me vaguely that I would think this.
I want to get my hands on The Whole Earth Catalog (after hearing Steve Jobs' Stanford commencement address--"Stay hungry. Stay foolish." Yes!)
My sister teases me because I actually become distraught when bad things happen to Harry Potter in the books ("Why is everyone so mean to him? They don't understand anything about him!")
I can't decide whether everyone is like me or nobody is like me. Probably nobody; I don't know if I'm happy about that or not. (Guess I'm an indecisive gal, eh?)
That said, there's probably nothing more exciting than finding like minds. I've found a few, not many, but a few.
Is it possible to feel nostalgic for times you weren't alive in, or miss someone you've never met?
I don't want to go to college, I just want to go out into the world. I'm not sure what this means for my future.
I painted again today, over an old painting. It's funny, I never need to buy new canvases, because I just paint over old paintings when I run out. It's cathartic.
People with catatonic schizophrenia sometimes freeze in a strange and impossible position, like a statue, for hours. It is a scary and beautiful thing--it seems magical.
I got Oki's zine today, and the best word to describe it is YES. It's hilarious and beautiful and completely bizarre and fun and fantastic. It's the best. She's the best.