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.

“She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged.”

I think I may have mentioned this previously, but I’ll say it again.

I watched the film The Hours a few weeks ago.  When it ended, I turned to my roommate and literally, the exact words that came out of my mouth were, “This was good.  It was really dense though.  I would hate to write a paper on it.”

And guess what?

I need to have Mrs. Dalloway read by tomorrow for class.  Next is a screening of Mrs. Dalloway the film and then The Hours.

Perfect?  I’d say so.

Wish me luck, I have many pages to go.

xxo