movies and moving
The 6th movie was definitely the best in terms of characterization and acting. I felt less like the people were imitating characters and more like they were acting roles. I dunno, but much easier to watch. I felt the movie was well done over all, except it was anti-climactic. My brother said he recalled feeling the same way when he finished the book. Also, the extreme LACK of use of the "half-blood prince" factor was annoying. The relevance of it is completely lost in the movie. Which is simply disappointing. However, the humor was well done and the overall work of the movie was satisfying. Oh, I definitely appreciated the maturity and seriousness the movie takes as it portrays the more gruesome and chilling sequences.
Dad and I bought the Watchmen tonight and we watched that -- so I'm movied out today. But that was certainly interesting -- and very existential. I was informed that it was perhaps a little overly-gorey with far too many scenes. And I agree with that. My brother said the movie was more gorey than the actual graphic novel. Also, the musical choices were interesting. The awkward full-view sex scene with an awful rendition of "Hallelujah" in the background was about as atrocious as it sounded. Although I must admit it was excellent to watch a movie with more nude men than women. Besides it being a little too show-y with a few things -- perhaps hitting up the stereotypical comic book and video gamer crowds -- it was also a well done movie. (Not that I doubted, I'm just saying . . .)
I have been slowly packing, hitting walls of how to organize, and continuing to pack. I want to have all that is mine packed. Some of it will stay with my parents until after I move out of Florida and on to my big-kid job. So I want it to be packed and ready. Otherwise, I am packing as much as possible of my things to take with me with only a few exceptions. It is very surreal. I will be adopting a lot of furniture from my parents -- including a desk from 1947 which is, as my father said, "built like a brick shit-house." I have begun to pack clothes. This is the point for me which always makes moving feel more real and finite.
I have already talking to my roommate about going to the beach for a vacation after I get down there. Her response: "definitely!"
I have not determined if my crush is/was due to being horny because of my period or just being lonely or legitimate. The man is charasmatic, stable, has made truly helping people his profession, loves soccer, and holds similar opinions to myself in regards to our passion for the South. But I have only worked with him a few times and I will only see him once more before I leave. I want to give him my contact info, but reality tells me that it won't lead anywhere. I also don't know for certain if he's even single. I hate being so unfailingly optimistic to ignore my conscience telling me how reality often works. Besides, why would a 32-year-old doctor be interested in "keeping in touch" with a 22-year-old grad student?
I suppose I will find out on Tuesday. Til then, I have to pack and survive my awful retail job and do my strengthening exercises. I need to see my grandparents before I leave.
All of this preparation and work and endeavor -- and I can finally taste what and who I've wanted to be. It took four very hard years of school and bad relationships to become this woman. I think that's the other reason I'm attracted to him -- so many people my age have a jaded glaze over there eyes. He looked at me with the most honest and open blue eyes that it caught me off guard and I averted my gaze. I want to go back to that. Perhaps the unfailing optimism just needs to be redirected.