Retrospeculation

So Grant posted a four year blog retrospective on his site, which was awesome and funny. I looked back at my blog history and tried to do the same thing. Unfortunatly, it did not cast me in a very good light, since my entries seemed to get less funnier and more self-involved and weird with each passing year. Instead, let's see what I had to say about food each September of the Glorious New (now sort of old) Millenium!

:: 9.16.2001 ::
I briefly think about how much I like ice cream, knock Ed's guitar over twice, climb into my bed, remember to brush my teeth, and then climb back into bed again, fall asleep and dream about how Brazil's going to start World War 3 by forcing everyone to learn Portugese.
...This was about coming home late from editing my first Chapman movie and having five AM technical difficulties.


:: 9.18.2002 ::
Fortunately there was Easy Mac waiting for me back at the dorm like a cheap, cheesy, preservative-ladden slut, and it was more than willing to let me have my way with it, although at the time I was not thinking about that particular metaphor. Let me tell you that easy is certainly a good description for 406’s “pasta” of choice, though: it gets used by everybody here and it likes it.
...I was very ashamed to have written this, but EZ Mac was a very large part of our life. Still, it wasn't a whore! and neither was I?


:: 09.03.2003 ::

I am hungry, all alone in the world without a hamburger. Actually, unless it was a really really good hamburger I probably wouldn’t eat it. And to be honest I have a lot of candy sitting next to me on my desk, but I’m saving it for later. I’m just going to go to bed soon and then I won’t be hungry any more. That’s my theory at least.
See, you know I'm back in college because I'm writing about my eating habits again.
I have been writing about other things though, but very few of them have to do with school or classes. Just finished the first draft of a robot screenplay that I’m excited about . . . and actually, there’s a lot of food in it. I think I have the characters eating something in just about every other scene, even though it make no difference in the plot. I just like to have my characters stand around and drink juice boxes I guess.
...and I still do! My favorite parts of my scripts usually involve characters randomly mentioning weird (normal) foods. I'm not sure what the whining about being hungry was in the first part though. weird. I was such a baby!


Thursday, September 09, 2004
Comer Comida
One of the most convinient things about living with a host family here in Spain is that for the first time in over two years, someone else is responsible for feeding me and doing my laundry.
...strangely enough, even though all that was involved in doing laundry on my part was putting it in a little plastic trash can in the corner of the room, I still hardly ever did it because I felt guilty that it was so easy. What a fool I was!

Hmm, possible titles for autobiography:
"What a fool I was!"
"I was such a baby"
"it wasn't a whore! and neither was I?"

Christina also promises something similar to this. hooray friends! hooray links! hooray for four years!

Social Life

I've been to four parties in the past three days.
I've talked to many people about many things, eatten all sorts of great food, ran around, laughed, sang and played blackjack. I've discovered wonderful parts of this city that I never knew existed, and have been constantly reminded of how awsome and unique people are. My life right now is full and beautiful.
...
yet when i sit alone and try and write, words won't line up in my head.
because when i've found myself alone, i am not sure who i am.
and i am not sure what i'm for.
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I suppose above all else, I have to make it on my own, because that's what you do here, you follow your Heart and do your Own Thing, asserting your Will in the world to create something better I suppose . . .
but on my own i swirl and drift without an anchor.
if you were my anchor . . .
but no
you can't be, for they say no one could be.
So alone I anchor to myself and alone I feel like i
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sink
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