it’s acorn season.

Officially.

It is also the beginning of good TV season. How was my grammar, there? It sounded a little weird to me, but you catch my drift.

There’s a new show with Zooey Deschanel (my fave) called The New Girl that looks really good! I was only just recently “the new girl” when I used craigslist to find my new place and so I’m sure there will be some comedic gems in it that will have me dying with laughter.

And there’s that other new show called Pan Am that looks pretty awesome too. It has Christina Ricci in it (love her) and the preview makes me think Catch Me If You Can meets Almost Famous.

Bored to Death, Gossip Girl, 90210 (guilty pleasure), Glee, Boardwalk Empire, Workaholics, and How to Make it in America are all coming back very shortly. I. CAN. NOT. WAIT. ANY. LONGER.

Although I realize it should be embarrassing to have such an extensive TV addiction, I flat out refuse to feel shame for enjoying such high quality programs. The Entourage series finale was last night, as was the True Blood season finale so I need something to look forward to. What I’m really pumped about are the new seasons of Game of Thrones and Mad Men but I will have to wait awhile for both of those.

After watching just one season of HBO’s Game of Thrones, I know that I need to read the books.

But before I can do that, I need to finish the following:

1. Water for Elephants

2. Just Kids

3. The Thirteenth Tale

4. Sarah’s Key (I’m seeing the film tonight!)

5. One Day

I’ve been told to read The Shadow of the Wind, The Calligrapher’s Daughter, The Historian, and A House on the Heights, all of which sound good. It always feels so good to get back to reading again when there has been an unnecessarily long hiatus. If you know of any good shows, movies or books worth reading, let me know! I’m always looking for suggestions.

Sorry for the rambling, gros bisoux!

The New Basterds. Emphasis on the E.

We went to Tarantino’s new film (well, remake) tonight.  Inglourious Basterds.  The theater we went to happened to have French subtitles (shock! Not dubbed!), but we didn’t relax for two and a half hours (in luxury- it was a beautiful independent cinema).  The film is told in three languages: French, German and English.  The French parts obviously didn’t have subtitles, so that took some focus.  But surprisingly harder to understand, were the scenes in German.  There were French subtitles for the German parts but the aggressive acting of the crazed Nazi officials would distract me away from focusing on reading the sous-titres. haha.

I really enjoyed it- I would recommend it to anyone (who can handle watching people being scalped a little gore).

I have a meeting with my coordinator, Francois, tomorrow morning at 8:30; so I better go to bed.

Bonne nuit.

xxo

mondayyyys. meh.

The most dreaded day of the week is upon us.  Especially when your weekend has been as colorful like mine, Mondays are particularly painful.

My roommate and I had an end of summer party, a little shindig if you will, on Saturday and this is the best photo:

I think it says a lot about that night.  Actually there were very few photos taken, but I think you get the idea.  We converted a closet door and 4 plastic storage boxes into a pretty badass flip-cup table and had a great turnout.  Not so much from my DAM friends, but that’s ok, Ilana and some Tri-Delt friends showed up which was a nice addition to Emily’s friends from work.  I was feeling a bit cheeky and invited our neighbors across the way as well (yes, that includes the neighbor who saved me from the squirrel).  Overall, I’d say it was a success.

Also, I sold my couches (finally, YAY!) and so our living room is very bare.  Here is a secret photo I took out my kitchen window of the guy who bought them:

teehee.

It did make movie night with our neighbors Collin & Frank (who really isn’t a neighbor because he is crashing on Collin’s couch but that’s just semantics) rather interesting though.  Why we didn’t go to their apartment, I have no idea, but we ended up watching the King of California on our floor in sleeping bags.

Oh. And I saw that damn mouse again. 1, 2, and now 3 times it has visited me.  What makes it even worse is that no one else ever sees it. I swear I am NOT hallucinating.  I still need to tell my landlord about it. meh. mondays.