fat

this summer has been much too lazy. nothing but ice cream and naps with my cat. it's good for the spirit, yeah? no? oh.

oh and Bill Murray is amazing. and I love how he's in every Wes Anderson film there is.
Moonrise Kingdom is out, and sister and I went to see it at the Tivoli. very good (a teacher just told me that every 'very' should be replaced by 'damn', according to Twain)... damn good.

I'll have to watch it again (as I watch all Wes Anderson films twice) in order to judge it's placement in the list of films, but I think it could be up with the big guys- Rushmore, Royal Tenenbaums. then again, I think every Wes Anderson film is his best the first time around (because they are damn good). Moonrise Kingdom has all the stuff to be in the running. I wish Jason Schwartzman would have played a larger role, but it was a damn sweet surprise.
An even bigger surprise was to see Bruce Willis

recommended

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wizarding worlds

Yes, I am a Harry Potter fan. But who isn't? I've grown up with these kids and envy their lives more than any real person I know. But now that both books and movies are over, I must face the fact that I will not be receiving my "sorry we're so late" Hogwarts invitation.

Tonight I go to see the newest installment in my friend's defeat of evil for the second time (of-coarse I went to the mid-night showing). I like to watch all my movies twice.

Reading and watching Harry Potter has always made me wish I was a wizard. In contrast, Lord of the Rings makes me ashamed to be human. So power hungry, so weak, such greasy hair.

I am looking forward now to the Hobbit movie coming out sometime relatively soon.

Pippin seems happy here. But I am not because they left out the Ravenclaw common room in the last cinematic chance I had to see it (outside of my mind's eye).

Did you know brontosaurus never existed? 3rd biggest disappointment in life.

favorites of favorites

Our blog has a new design: it is rustic and beautiful to me. I have also promised myself to write more often. Yet, I have no ideas for a post worth reading. Thus, I will share my favorite blogs (mostly food blogs. yes, I love food porn) and other favorite things. Yes, I am pushing you off onto other blogs due to my lack of online communicating skills. Here it goes:

To read:

1. Joy the Baker - one of our favorite food blogs to steal dinner ideas from. Joy, we salute you.
2. Orangette - We loved Molly's book, A Homemade Life and thus love her blog
3. The Scout - one of the very few websites from whom I love to receive emails (subscription recommended)
4. 101 Cookbooks - lovely lovely photography of lovely food. We also have fallen in love with Heidi's cookbooks and her Flickr
5. Smitten Kitchen - best food photography

To browse:

1. Nerd Boyfriend
2. The Selby - most obviously
3. The Devil's Dictionary

other favorites:

1. Favorite trailer of the summer
2. cats - calicos
3. Cute Roulette - may have something to do with #2. just maybe.
4. Most recent movie watched: Never Let Me Go. Depressing, but in a way a good depressing movie should be depressing. Also, Carrie Mulligan is my favorite cutie.

and finally, my new hair cut of the summer:

I have already been called "sir"

O Captain, my Captain

Ah... my deepest apologies in not writing in awhile. The school work has been an over load.

But alas! this weekend I found time to not only watch The Dead Poets Society but also to go to a birthday party.

In my family, we have never truly celebrated birthdays. I suppose we are just introverted people (which may be the cause of our long silences online). But last Friday, I visited a friend's house.

This certain friend, who is absolutely insane (and it's adorable), celebrates not only her birthday but her birthday month. For the past two months she has been counting down in algebra class until this iconic day. When the long awaited moment arrived, she left school in order to get her license. This may not seem odd to some, but to me, 16th birthdays don't inspire much interest. Yes, I am 16 (and have been for awhile) and no, I do not have any interest in driving (besides getting rid of a carpool).

Strangely enough, I do not find her enthusiasm annoying, I find it rather interesting and charming. Her insanity was echoed throughout her house. The outside was very dainty, taller than it was wide, and still displayed two Christmas wreaths. She told me not to enter the front door, because they never answer it. On the way to the attic, I walked up 3 stair cases, none much wider than me, and one painted bright red. As I expected, the entire house was covered in piles of stuff, crap, and dirt. I had more fun walking up the stairs than I did socializing.

Moving on to the next night: I watched The Dead Poets Society, featuring Robin Williams as an inspiring and unorthodox English teacher and controlling parents of teenage boys. After watching each boy break the rules, "seize the day," and follow his every whim (including one suicide), I felt like rebelling myself. Thus, I took hold of the orange juice bottle and took a swig. It felt very nice to break the rules (even if it was never really a rule) so I took a second drink. Then I made myself some chocolate milk and played Iron and Wine on the guitar until my right arm hurt.

That was my rebellious and out of control weekend: a birthday party with tiny stairs and a swig of orange juice from the jug.

Carpe Diem

(which Latin students know is actually suggesting young men seize something else)