Saturday is game day, bitches.

Hello dearest blog!
Despite whatever possessed me to type that title for this blog entry, I am in fact not that spirited. Well, I will shout "GO BEARS!" when provoked, but I could care less about football. Except when we beat Stanford. I enjoyed that victory. Oh how I enjoyed it.

Since I returned home for the summer I have been attempting to label all of my mysterious music on my itunes. I realized I have about a bazillion (and that is an exact count) unlabeled tracks. Yes indeed. And so I began the great mission to label everything. But once I started doing that, I realized I have a shitload of music that I haven't even listened to, and that is terrible of me. So I am attempting to listen to as much of it as possible and label all of it. For some reason I have a ton of unlabeled Supremes music. Not exactly sure when that happened, but oh well.

Anyway...so my first week of classes (school started this week) was actually really good. All of my teachers seem pretty fun and nice, and not at all boring, which is great. There are some pretty cool people in my classes too, and I am pleased to say that two of the conversations I had with people who sit next to me have been about Superbad. Good times.
In other news, I am still totally obsessed with the Best Years. I know it's really melodramatic but it has a pretty interesting heroine. Also, I told myself that I would not develop a crush on the nerdy film boy character- Noah- because that would be so predictable of me. Unfortunately, after many many weeks of resisting it, I now have a full-blown nerd crush on him. Oh well. It can't be helped. He is a good boy and I'll forgive him of his preferring to watch American Pie over Casablanca. I mean, I get that they offer way different things, but c'mon. C'mon, you can't compare those two movies! They're soooo far apart in their scope and subject and I really don't like Jason Biggs. Sorry. Anyway, I can't help it. I realized it the other night when I was watching the newest episode and Devon, his roommate, said that Noah was holed up in their room watching tragic french love movies. Sigh. I would watch Jules and Jim with him any day.

I just discovered that I have "She Came in Through the Bathroom Window" sung by Joe Cocker, in my itunes. Awesome. Joe Cocker=the guy who sang the Wonder Years theme song. I'm just saying.

I'm reading Lolita currently and dude. My goal is to finish it this weekend.
In other news, I was overcome by the need to clean today. Which= Laura doing dishes, and neatening up my room. Hey! Neatening is a real word? Wow. My spellchecker isn't underlining it in red, so it must be real. Weird. I thought I made it up. Damn.
I'm seeing Rocket Science on Monday for the second time. I saw it at the LA Film Fest and it is most excellent. Plus, the director, Jeffrey Blitz (Blits? I dunno.) was really articulate and cool. I liked how he answered somebody's question during the Q&A about why he chose to have an omniscient narrator for the movie who wasn't one of the characters. He said something like how he liked to have a voice be able to comment on and guide the story or something even though Hal, the main character (who stutters) has to struggle to find his voice so much throughout the movie- and I mean, literally, he stutters, so it's really hard for him to do that. Excuse me while I geek out like the film nerd that I am.

My current Starbucks drink of choice is the pumpkin spice frappucino. It is most delicious. Also, there is this really awesome baristo at our Starbucks with this awesome mustache. Seriously- it's amazing. I mean, no one can pull off a mustache as well as this guy. Well, I'm sure there's someone- insert name of awesome mustache person here ____________. Alright. If you can think of a good one, I'll give you a gold star. A hypothetical gold star. It'll be magical, I swear.

I want Kelly Link to publish her newest book of short stories now, dammit. She's probably my favorite short story writer ever. Jincy Willett's pretty amazing too. And we can't forget Ray Bradbury. And Stephen King. But the thing with those two titans of fiction is that their amazing novels make me forget the short story awesomeness when considering them. But if Kelly Link wrote a novel, I'd be all over that. Oh yeah. Like honey on my toast. Anyway.

It is time to order pizza. I must go.
Until next time.
Flounder...away!