epic haiku

home again home again...

I am in the process of ordering a butt load of art supplies for my new major... boy, this is a different world. It's been exciting to be able to tell people back here what's going on with me quickly and with enthusiasm: "I just switched my major from Philosophy to Art so that I can go to Film School." La la la. The prospect of actually doing this is exhausting.

This has been the easiest coming home yet since going to college. There have been no big fights, no yelling, no panic attacks before having to go into large crowds of people who all expect me to talk to them, no more then two random crying fits. I have been really crabby the last couple of days, but it's is more because I know that I shouldn't try and think right now then because of actually being pissed off. I've stopped worrying about people thinking I am a snob if I act shy and only said as much as I want to. This basically means that the people I care about most get more of me and the people I don't need to give energy to don't get it.

I got my computer back at long last. They wiped out my hard drive, which means I have to re-down load my music for the third time. Blech. I am learning now what I listen to on iTunes and what really just needs to stay on CD for those random emergencies. For instance, the Cranberries, Jennifer Knapp, Twila Paris and Enya are artists that I always skip on my iTunes random play, but NEED for those certain moments when I would prefer a cocoon of sonic safety to cradle me back to childhood (or junior high, but only in the music I listened to then sense, not the actual time or place). Other artists I only listen to on iTunes... I don't know who they are right now though...

I've been watching as many movies as I can. In the cinema I saw Spanglish (which I really enjoyed actually), The Aviator and The Life Aquatic. My mother didn't get or enjoy The Life Aquatic, which is a shame really. Watching the Aviator was like a sigh of relief. As soon as the opening credits went up it was nice to surrender myself to what I knew would be excellent cinema, and it was. Cate Blanchet is my hero. I used to read biographies on the folks involved in that drama for fun (Ava Gardner's autobiography when I was like, 13 or 14, followed by a Bette Davis obsession and a definite dabbling in all things Katie Hepburn). To watch these women so accurately recreated was so satisfying. My only complaint is that everyone that has brought the film up in conversation talks about Howard Hughs or Leo... what about the director people!?!?

On the small screen I had the please of absorbing Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Criterion, with all the fixings that entails), Cinema Paridesio and Melena (same director, a look at Sicily without the Mafia- enchanting), a couple of Japanese films that my sister picked up (not Anima, one that was like a cross between You've Got Mail and The Truth About Cats and Dogs called And I Hate You, and another Vampire/Goth Metal flick about Vampires called Moon Child), the wonderful extended version of Return of the King (not as many tears as last year, but just as many lumps in my throat), Chasing Amy (one of my friends wanted to see it... and didn't know the story line... I felt like I was corrupting her, but she liked it and I hadn't listened to the commentary track, so that was fun), Queen Margot (not that good), Valet (that good) and other stuff I forgot about.