rebecca_in_blue: (dropped jaw)

I really read a lot of good books last year. Even more so than usual. Now without further ado, here's the round-up for 2006.

Book Awards of 2006 )

There are 80 altogether this year! I think that's a record. I took an intense (but enjoyable) Shakespeare course over the summer, which is why all of his major plays appear on this list. Looking back, it's crazy to think that I read so much Shakespeare so fast. I did Uncle Johnny proud.

All Books of 2006 )

rebecca_in_blue: (excited grin)

I usually keep lists of all the books I read, not all the movies I watched, but in 2006, I did both. I saw more movies than usual in 2006, partly because I was keeping this list but also because, for the last few months of the year, I had access to HBO and my own personal TV (both for the first time in my life).

Warning: Reeeeally long list behind this cut. )

rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)

One of my roommates cooked a huge batch of cookies early this month, and even with all four of us eating them, they lasted a pretty long time. I still don't know what kind of cookies they were, but I was able to identify chocolate chips, white chocolate chips, raisins, and oatmeal in them.

Today I discovered that I'm weaker than the wind. I was trying to ride my bike to work, but the wind was so strong that it practically knocked me over.

Pizza Hut pizzas may have gone the way of lemon meringue pies. I got sick on one once and now I think it's lost its appeal to me forever.

Today a reporter for the campus newspaper interviewed me for a story about "straight-edge students," which are students who don't drink, smoke, do drugs, or have casual sex. She told me I was the first person she'd interviewed who didn't do any of those things.

Exactly one day before it was due, I finally mailed my application for an assisstantship in France next year. I had to heckle a dollar off the price of a manilla folder and pay for stamps with a credit card, but I did it and I'm proud of myself. It may not seem like much, but just mailing the application was a big deal for me. JXB and Yeager were incredibly helpful, and I hope they'll continue to be if I actually get accepted.

Music of the Month: "White and Nerdy," by Weird Al Yankovic, "How to Save a Life," by The Fray, and "Suddenly I See," by KT Tunstall.

Shakespeare Quote of the Month: Parolles: "Yet am I thankful: if my heart were great, 'twould burst at this." -- All's Well That Ends Well.

rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)

My new apartment has its own challenges, but they're not the sort I had anticipated. It's great to finally live with people who don't feel free to barge into my room whenever they want, but without people who also feel free to order me around, my procrastination has skyrocketed. I'm lazier now than I've ever been before.

I always take about ten minutes to walk a two-minute distance at this time of year, because the acorns are falling from the trees and I love stepping on all of them. Sometimes I pretend that they're the heads of people I hate. It gives me such satisfaction.

My front right tire went flat, and I was forced to spend about four hours in Wal-Mart waiting while it was repaired in the auto center. I was quite surprised at how I was able to pass the time. There was an ATM machine so I was able to withdraw money for my rent, and there was a customer service center where I could buy a money order with it. There was also a garden center, an optical center, a hardware center, a nail salon, a pharmacy, a portrait studio, a resteraunt, a bakery, and several dozen different vending machines. I read several magazines and the first few chapters of Ann Brashares's Girls in Pants. I tried on velvet top hats in every color in the Halloween costume aisle, and I found Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen brand movies, clothing, make-up, shampoos, perfumes, toys, and furniture. I smelled all of the scented candles, from vanilla to cranberry mango to moonlit path. I watched the last forty minutes of Return of the Jedi, which was being played on a display of enormous flat-screen TVs. While I was watching, a woman asked me what movie it was. I told her, and then she asked a clerk to find it for her on DVD, then she ended up buying the DVD for $20. Why would you ever spend $20 on a movie that you can't even recognize when it's being played? I was shocked at how much Wal-Mart fuels our pointlessly consumer-driven nation. Its "pie-crust" purchases (easily bought, easily broken) are one of the biggest factors behind our throw-away society. I feel sorry for people who shop there regularly.

Lesson Learned: Not all grass is friendly. Case in Point: This month I went to a drive-in movie at a local art gallery and encountered quite a dangerous type of grass. The blades seemed to be made of needles. I was only pricked a few times in my hands before I relocated to a safe wooden bench, but the pain left me trembling.

My birthday is approaching, but now that I have all the Peter Pan movies I really want, I don't know what else there is to ask for!

Music of the Month: "Here It Goes Again," by OK Go; "I Can't Hate You Anymore," by Nick Lachey; and "Chasing Cars," by Snow Patrol.

This month I suffered a terrible loss -- my donkey, my red-white-and-blue all-American jackass, my beloved Alan R. Moore -- and I blame Mom entirely. Even though I know it wasn't all her fault, she was partially responsible, and it feels good to have a scapegoat. I still don't know what became of him and probably never will, and I am still adjusting to living my life and driving my truck without him. Wherever he is, I hope it is in a better place.

Alan Roosevelt Moore
2003 - 2006

rebecca_in_blue: (Default)

Between work, Shakespeare plays, chemistry experiments, riding my bike, finding a new apartment and moving out of my old one, July went by so quickly that this month's entry is going to be a lot shorter than most. Here's a brief list of some things I did this month:

  • Visited the family grave. My grandfather, aunt, and three cousins are all buried in the same double plot. It's getting crowded down there!  Ate sno-cones.
  • Bought the coolest Beatles t-shirt ever!
  • Passed my Shakespeare midterm with ease and my chemistry midterm with blood, sweat, and tears. I just took my chemistry final last week and am still nervously awaiting the results.
  • Finally watched Andrew Birkin's 1978 JM Barrie bio-pic The Lost Boys.
  • Attended an art gallery exhibit of children's photographs of the Baton Rouge FEMA trailer park where they lived after Hurricane Katrina. The kids themselves were at the reception.
  • Ate lunch with my boss and co-workers.
Shakespeare Quote of the Month: "But thy eternal summer shall not fade." -- Sonnet 18. This quote perfectly describes Louisiana in July (or August, or June, for that matter). It was even quoted by the campus newspaper in a weather report.
rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

Too often we only realize how much something means to us after we lose it. In an effort to try to appreciate things while they're still a part of my life, and not afterwards, I've compiled this list. Most of the things and people listed here will not be a part of my life once the summer is over.

1. Riding my bike. I've ridden Clochette (that's the name of my bike and also the French name of Tinkerbell) to and from school everyday this summer, and I just love the healthy, happy feeling that it gives me. It's sweating and getting Clochette up and down the apartment stairs that are the problems.

2. My Shakespeare professor. He quotes Billy Joel songs in his lectures, shows us the young and modern movie adaptations of Shakespeare's plays, compares King Henry and Prince Hal to Anakin and Luke Skywalker, and makes a lot of other attempts to try and seem cool. It's actually pretty funny.

3. Ann Marie. Ann Marie sits in front of me in Shakespeare class. She spends every class knitting, and she always has something interesting to say. But the prize for the best comment in that class has to go for me for, "I think that maybe Iago is actually in love with Othello and that all his hatred really stems from his inability to express this desire." Half the class laughed, and the other half gave me weird looks.

4. The crepe myrtles. The crepe myrtle trees on campus are still in full bloom, which is a little unusual for this late in the summer, but I'm not complaining. They look and smell gorgeous. I always walk by a crepe myrtle tree full of pale pink blossoms on my way to work, and it is so beautiful that I look forward to it everyday.

5. Mater Dolorosa and Cousteau. These are two pieces of artwork currently on display in the art gallery where I work, and I have a very good view of each of them from my desk. Mater Dolorosa is a needlepoint of the Virgin Mary, and Cousteau is a watercolor of a small spaniel named after the French explorer. Cousteau hangs on the wall directly beside my desk, so I like to pretend that he's my dog.

6. If We Fall in Love Tonight, by Rod Stewart. This is one of the CDs that my boss keeps in the gallery, and I usually play it when I'm at work. I've listened to it so often this summer that I should have gotten sick of it a long time ago, but I haven't. I especially love "Downtown Train," "All for Love," and the horribly cheesy "My Heart Can't Tell You No."

7. Sam. Sam is probably my favorite co-worker. Our hours don't overlap very often, but when they do, I like talking to him. Over the summer, we've discovered that we both love a lot of the same things -- Harry Potter, Star Wars, Law and Order: SVU (and the possible romance between Elliot and Olivia), and the unbelievable head-butt that Zinedine Zidane pulled on Marco Materazzi earlier this month.

8. The birds. I've eaten lunch in the oak grove everyday this summer, and I always feed my bread crusts to the little birds that land beside my bench. I've seen many different kinds come looking for crumbs -- finches, blue jays, robins, sparrows, mockingbirds, and the occasional squirrel. I feel like I have twenty pet birds with cages that I never have to clean.

9. The two guys who have the lab station next to mine in chemistry class. I don't know their names, but these guys are hilarious. They're always telling jokes, and even the professor cracks up and lets them get away with quite a lot (they once threw a cup of dry ice onto the floor -- it disappeared!). They like to joke about having to inhale all the fumes in the lab because their lab station is right next to the fume hood.

10. Cream pops. On a spur earlier this summer, I bought a bulk box of cream pops at the grocery store. Cream pops, popsicles with an ice cream center, were one of my very favorite treats when I was a little kid, and I hadn't had any in a very long time before I bought this box. I still have a few more in the freezer, and I hope to make them last all summer, so that in the future I can refer to Summer 2006 as "Cream Pop Summer." Or maybe cream pops will become an annual summer tradition for me.

rebecca_in_blue: (subtle sigh)
List: Things Rebecca loves about America.
  • The Bill of Rights (the first ten Amendments to the Constitution).
  • The Declaration of Independence.
  • Dimes.
  • The Fourth of July.
  • Inventing rock-n-roll.
  • Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr.
  • Landing on the moon.
  • Louisiana.
  • "My Country 'Tis of Thee."
  • The Nineteenth Amendment.
  • The Oscars!
  • America's treatment of its Jews. Although American Jews have always faced discrimination (most states did not allow them to vote until the late 1800's), America has never passed the slew of anti-Semitic laws that most countries in the world, especially most European countries, have enforced at some point in their history. America has never outlawed Jews from owning property or forced them to live in ghettos, pay special taxes, or physically identify themselves as Jews by a sign or specific article of clothing. Nor has America ever had progroms, organized killings of Jews. (We did have lynchings, though. Minus one for America there.) From George Washington's letter to the Jews of Newport, Rhode Island, in 1790, to George W. Bush declaring Jewish Heritage Week in 2004, America ranks close to Israel as one of the least anti-Semitic countries in the world.
rebecca_in_blue: (dozing off)

Sara and I have named our bed Le Lit du Beurre (The Butter Bed) in honor of its bright yellow sheets.

"Center Stage," one of my very favorite public radio show, is finally back! NPR only plays it during the summer, and I’ve missed it so much! I think I may love it even more than "A Prairie Home Companion," if it isn’t sacrilegious of me to say that. Mom and I saw the movie adaptation of "A Prairie Home Companion" this month, and it rocked! It was just as good as the radio show has always been. Garrison Keillor is simply the best ever.

Mom has been dropping hints (unsubtle ones) that she wants Sable to die soon. I hope she understands that if she takes even the smallest step in this direction, she will be dead to me forever. I think she wants Grandma to die soon, too.

This month I started my new job in the art gallery – working for Sara – and the most important thing I’ve learned so far is that cleaning acrylic cubes is easily the most pointless thing in the world. No matter how many times I coat them with layers of fine scratch remover and polish, the cubes always look exactly the same after I clean them as they did before. It simply doesn’t make sense, considering how expensive acryllic is.

Today I learned this about my three future roommates: They already know each other, none of them like to read, and they all love Bush, country music, and shopping. I'm trying not to be too depressed. One thing I remember from four years of Catholic high school is that Jesus was born in a stable -- a stinky, unsanitary stable full of fleas and manure. I have always taken that a lesson that really good things can sometimes come from really unexpected places.

Music of the Month: "What’s Left of Me," Nick Lachey; "The Riddle," Five For Fighting; "Single," Natasha Bedingfield.

Shakespeare Quote of the Month: "And summer's lease hath all too short a date." -- Sonnet 18. I'm taking a Shakespeare course in summer school, and this line was quoted by my professor when he explained why we were reading the plays so quickly, and why he wasn't making us write papers.

rebecca_in_blue: (worried eyes)

May 2006.

Lesson Learned: "The best-laid plans of mice and men gang aft agley [go oft awry]." -- Robert Burns. This is lesson comes from Robert Burns's "To a Mouse," which we covered in Dr. Moore's English class, and it is something I wouldn't have minded learning once. But it was frustrating to learn it so well, and on so many separate occassions, all in one month. But perhaps this is lesson that merits repeated learnings, because it essentially teaches you that sometimes things go wrong no matter how hard you try and that it isn't your fault.

Well, as of today, only two weeks left of my junior year. I don't understand it. My last semester dragged on for what felt like years, but this semester seems to have flown by so quickly. I wonder why.

Lesson Learned: Staying focused for the last two weeks for the semester is harder than staying focused for all the other weeks put together.

Lesson Learned: It never rains but it pours. Case in Point: I spent all of this semester and last semester applying and being interviewed for jobs that I never got. Now, after eight months of having no job offers, I suddenly have two!

Of all the aggravating things that Mom does -- and there are many -- the absolute worst is that she starts bawling if anyone within a ten-mile radius of her so much as things about Dad. And she'll probably keep doing this for the rest of her life.

Music of the Month: "Hips Don't Lie," by Shakira with Wyclef Jean; "Where'd You Go?" by Fort Minor; and "Over My Head," by The Fray.

Shakespeare Quote of the Month: Vernon: "As full of spirit as the month of May, And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer." -- King Henry IV.

New Mexico.

Lesson Learned: Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Case in Point: As of today, I've been here in New Mexico for exactly one day, and never before have I so missed the humidity, Gulf breezes, green grass, Magnolias, Oaks, and other tall trees of Louisiana.

There is a mountain above Las Cruces, New Mexico, with a big white "A" painted on it. I'm serious! The "A" clearly visible from our hotel window, and from just about everywhere else in town, it seems. Who the hell put it up there? And why? I know it stood for "Adulterer" in Hester Prynne's case, but I can't imagine that's what it's supposed to mean here.

So, after three different people tried to speak to me in Spanish in three days (and someone else probably will tomorrow), majoring in French has never felt so useless.

The coins are brighter here in New Mexico, as if they're newer. I think it's all this sun that makes them so shiny; honestly, I haven't seen shade for a few hundred miles, and I haven't felt a raindrop since before we left Louisiana.

I've never done drugs, but I imagine feeling high must feel similar to standing in the middle of the desert of White Sands, New Mexico. The hot sun beating down in the middle of blindingly-white sand dunes stretching as far as I could see. Easily the most unreal experience of my life. Ever.

Dad's Memorial Service.
(Held May 20, 2006, Unitarian Universalist Church of Las Cruces, NM.)

Dad's memorial service went off beautifully, despite all my worries. Mom and Celeste were both there, and they didn't kill each other. Mom cried so much that we all nearly drowned, but I had expected that. Ben decided not to come at the last minute, but I guess I should have expected that, too (we are talking about Ben, after all). I had promised myself that I wouldn't cry, and I didn't, although I came close. But a lot of people did cry whom I had never seen cry before, including Steve, Mark, and Michael, which was weird.

Everyone who spoke at the memorial service talked about what a wonderful, loving father Dad had been. In fact, it seemed the only people who didn't say he was a great father were his kids. My mom said that Dad never complained that his kids always wanted to eat at McDonald's, never minded eating another meal of chicken and macaroni and cheese. Another relative (I can't remember who exactly) said something to the effect that Dad never uttered a swear word in his life. Both are completely untrue. I am not trying to insult or belittle my father's memory, but nor do I want him to remembered as something he wasn't. He swore often, and I have several memories of him and Mom swearing at each other, repeatedly and loudly (one, for example, was one night when we were driving out of Houston after visiting Mark and Vickie and we got lost). He complained that I watched my "Peter Pan" movies too often, and he told that the soap operas I watched were crap. I usually had to say "Dad" four or five times before he would hear me, and at least once a week, he would get into his car and drive away to somewhere without saying a word to anybody, and he didn't reappear until several hours later. Dad wasn't a saint; Dad was a man, with the same imperfections as all men.

rebecca_in_blue: (dishevelled hair)
I saw X-Men 3 in theaters today with Adam and Sarah, who love the first two X-Men movies as much as (if not more than) I do. I had worried that the balance of action, drama, and comedy that marked X-Men and X2 was too perfect and delicate to continue into a third film, and all my fears were confirmed. I suppose I should have seen it coming. This is a letter I e-mailed to Adam last summer:

June 20, 2005.
Hey, Adam, Sarah's latest issue of Entertainment Weekly has an article on X3. Read this! 
"Fox's Marvel-ous band of mutant freedom fighters have done their fair share of evolving lately. After original helmer Byran Singer opted to direct Superman, Matthew Vaughan stepped in ... and then stepped out. An X-insider says Vaughan wanted to stay in Britain. X3 starts shooting in Vancouver in August. With Fox determined to meet a Memorial Day 2006 release, Rush Hour's Brett Ratner was quickly hired to shoot a script on which he had no input. "Other directors might have been wary," says producer Avi Arad. Adds Ratner: "It wasn't like there were any mistakes to clean up. It was all fantastic." The entire X-cast is returning, including Hugh Jackman (now also co-producer of the film) and Halle Berry in an expanded role. Joining them: Kelsey Grammar as a furry blue genius named Beast."
OK, my hopes for this movie has been pretty much dashed. Hiring a director on the spot who wasn't even involved with writing the script or developing the characters? Rushing production to make a summer 2006 release? Bringing back Halle Berry? Put them all together, and they spell death. I thought Berry wasn't doing X3 because she didn't like Storm's small role, but I Miss Oscar isn't sitting so pretty now that she's realized she has a crappy eye for material -- Gothika? Catwoman? -- and so now she's sticking with a good thing, and the producers are bringing her back because she's a big name. What does this prove? That Fox doesn't care about satisfying fans, just making money. Prepare to be disappointed.
rebecca_in_blue: (red riding hood)

Every spring my college campus becomes infested with an army of caterpillars, and this spring they’re worse than I’ve ever seen them in my three years here! They’re everywhere!

Lesson Learned: Scissors can be extremely dangerous! Point In Case: I was cutting the tag off a new pair of jeans, and I accidentally cut my left thumb. It was a small cut, but because it was deep and right along my nail, it bled profusely for over an hour. I squeezed it in my right fist until my hand got a cramp, then I tried to apply pressure by wrapping it up tightly in bandages. But no matter how many layers of bandages I wrapped around it, the blood soaked through all of them, then dried and hardened, making the bandages extremely uncomfortable, so I had to change them often. The cut didn’t clot for two days, and twice I nearly passed out from the sight of so much blood.

Today I realized that I don’t think I’ve ever heard my mother laugh. Ever. That is the most disturbing realization I’ve ever made. Ever.

List: Works of art I recognized in V’s collection in the movie V for Vendetta: 1) The Cycladic icons of Ancient Greek, studied in my Art History class; 2) "The Lady of Shalott," painting by John William Waterhouse, studied in my British Literature class when we read "The Lady of Shalott" poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson; 3) "Puberty," painting by Edvard Munch, studied in my American Literature class when we read Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick.

Ironic Instance of April: I stopped taking my sleeping pills and discovered that I sleep better without them.

Music of the Month: "Always on Your Side," by Sheryl Crow with Sting; "Again and Again," by Jewel; "Not Ready to Make Nice," by The Dixie Chicks.

Shakespeare Quote of the Month: "April hath put a spirit of youth in everything." This line was quoted by me to family friend Bill C. on Easter Sunday: We somehow got on the subject of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," which we both love, but Bill said that he does not normally like TS Eliot because he wrote a poem blasting April for being a month of Spring and rebirth (he must mean "The Burial of the Dead"). In response, I quoted this line by Shakespeare, which Bill had never heard before.

rebecca_in_blue: (bemused shrug)

Of all the things I miss from my childhood, Catholicism is not one of them. I miss its songs and its stained-glass windows and the smell of its churches, but the religion itself I do not miss.

Today I discovered that I’m very good at imitating a horse whinny.

No words can describe the beauty of a Louisiana azalea bush in March. It’s true that they bloom for only week and look scraggly for the rest of the year, but that one week makes it so worth it. I look forward to seeing them bloom every year. I wrote in my paper journal way back on March 8, 1999: "Everything is blooming now. The baby’s breath are everywhere and they are gorgeous. And there are little wild clover flowers and azaleas in four colors – wow! The streets are so beautiful, and on some bushes you can’t even see the leaves, because they are so covered with flowers."

I cannot believe that Crash beat Brokeback Mountain for Best Picture at the Oscars! (And I saw them both, so I can say this.) I also cannot believe that Ang Lee made an "I wish I knew how to quit you" joke when he accepted for Best Director. I wish I knew how to quit the "I wish I knew how to quit you" jokes!

Lesson Learned: You can’t win them all. Case in Point: (Art Exam + 25% of final grade) + (French Project + 20% of final grade) + (Same Day) = Aced the art exam – bombed the French project.

Music of the Month: "Talk," by Coldplay; "Bad Day," by James Powter; and "Just Like Me," by DMC with Sarah McLachlan.

Shakespeare Quote of the Month: Perdita: "Daffodils, that come before the swallow dares, and take the winds of March with beauty." – The Winter’s Tale.

rebecca_in_blue: (raised eyebrows)

Here is a list of a few of my current favorite adjectives, along with something or someone that I would describe using that adjective.

Caddywompus :: Sara
Cute :: Shirley Temple
Delicious :: Pizza with the pepperoni Uncle Steve gave us for Christmas
Evil :: Laura Bush
Favorite :: My Sable
High-larious :: Anything funnier than hilarious
Horrid :: Waking up early
Impeccably perfect :: My truck
Fugly :: Anything uglier than ugly
Funky :: The 1980s
Jolly :: My French professor
Loverly :: Lots of chocolates for me to eat!
Neat :: My cousin Athena
Nifty :: Langston Hughes
Phantasmagorical :: Myron Krupnik
Poetic :: Moby-Dick
Puddlewonderful :: E.E. Cummings
Sticky :: Baklava (can also be described as flaky and yummy)
Tragically beautiful :: The life of J.M. Barrie
Ungodly :: Anything I don’t like

rebecca_in_blue: (pursed lips)

Yesterday I ate some eggs that expired last November. They tasted fine, but later that evening I had a very slight stomach ache which may or may not have been caused by the eggs.

Today I was waiting at the bus stop reading In the Shadow of No Towers, by Art Spiegelman, and I probably met the nicest guy I have ever met in my two years of riding my college bus system. He told me that Art Spiegelman had inspired him to become a cartoonist.

Today I noticed that my thirty-something-year-old female English professor wears the same type of eye necklace as my 18-year-old brother. That is really weird.

I want a simple answer from Coca Cola: Are they getting rid of Vanilla Coke or not?

Why the hell is it still so cold? I live in Louisiana! I should be wearing short sleeves by February!

Today Sara and I went out to Pluckers for lunch, and I would like to know just what idiot decided to serve barbequed chicken wings without celery sticks and blue cheese sauce! Probably the same idiot who gave old decrepit Dick Cheney a gun to go "quail-hunting."

Sara, Adam, and I had a contest to see which one of us could stretch their feet the farthest apart without falling down. We measured by the tiles on the kitchen floor. I could stretch my feet across nine tiles, Sara across eight, and Adam across ten.

Music of the Month: "Upside Down," by Jack Johnson; "Stupid Girls," by Pink; and "Unwritten," by Natasha Bedingfield.

Shakespeare Quote of the Month: Don Pedro: "Why, what's the matter, that you have such a February face, so full of frost, of storm and cloudiness?" -- Much Ado About Nothing.

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

Sara, Adam, and I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (the fourth movie in the series) in the theater today, Sara for the first time, me for the second, and Adam for the third. Here are a few of the many sarcastic comments we made to each other:

"A human boy!" Said by me when Professor McGonagall said, "But Potter is a boy," quoted from Wart in The Sword in the Stone.

"Up in his wishing tree," Sung by me when Draco jumped down from a tree to insult Harry, quoted from an episode of South Park that parodied Michael Jackson.

"Has Draco Malfoy been climbing trees today?" Said by Sara during the same scene, quoted from Captain von Trapp in The Sound of Music. I laughed so hard at this one.

"Brush your teeth!" Said by all of us during different close-ups of Karkaroff.

"I wish I knew how to quit you!" Said by Sara when Harry and Ron made up after their feud, quoted from an argument between Ennis and Jack in Brokeback Mountain.

"If you can't fix it, you gotta stand it," Said by me when Harry and Ron made up, quoted from the same.

"I'm a girl-watcher, watchin' girls go by," Said by Adam when Ron said, "You know how I like it when they walk," quoted from the song "Girl Watcher," by The Okasyions.

"Now I've ... had the time of my life... " Sung by me when Ron was dancing with Professor McGonagall, quoted from Johnny and Baby's dance finale in Dirty Dancing.

"Yes, Mother," said by Adam when Hermione told Harry and Ron to go to bed.

"Son of a bitch must pay!" Said by me when Harry emerged from behind a gravestone and confronted Vodemort, quoted from Jack in Big Trouble in Little China.

rebecca_in_blue: (dropped jaw)

If I were meant to be a lucky person, the food for luck in the New Year would be something I like, instead of black-eyed peas. I have thus resigned myself to lucklessness.

Sarah’s most annoying Christmas presents are the DVD of House and the Scattergories game, but I think they might just cancel each other out. If she watches much more of House, her eyes will glaze over and her brain will turn into spaghetti, and then she’ll finally stop bugging me to play Scattergories with her!

Lesson Learned: Relatives will sometimes react to things in the exact opposite way of what you had expected.

I miss Aunt Carolyn when I go to see a really good movie, like Brokeback Mountain. I really, really wanted to hear her thoughts on it. I'm sure she would have loved it. She was such a movie buff and had such good taste.

Lesson Learned: The co-workers and classmates that you see everyday may be going through something that you can’t even imagine. Or something that you can imagine all too well. Case in Point: Today I was talking to India, and I found out that in 2004, we each lost a parent within a few weeks of each other. While her mom and my dad slowly passed away, we went to the same class and saw each other every week, and until today we had no idea what the other was going through. Cripes.

12-hour workdays? I can handle them. In moderation.

Today I was walking to French class when I saw that someone had written the word “tree” in chalk on the concrete next to one of the steel lampposts on campus and drawn an arrow pointing to it. Odd.

Music of the Month: “Better Days,” by the Goo Goo Dolls; “When I’m Gone,” by Eminem; and “Dirty Little Secret,” by the All-American Rejects.

Shakespeare Quote of the Month: Perdita: “Out, alas! You’d be so lean, that blasts of January would blow you through and through.” - The Winter’s Tale.

rebecca_in_blue: (happy smile)

I've looked very carefully over the lists of books for 2005 and handed out the following awards. To keep the awards from getting repetative, the rule is that no book can win twice. For example, Mr. Potter really should have won for Worst School-Required, but it had already won for Overall Worst and couldn't win again. I wrote comments for those I felt mostly strongly about. I read so many Holocaust-related books this year because I took an English courge on Literature of the Holocaust, which required me to read several books on it and convinced me to read several more.

Award-Winning Books of 2005 )

And here's the complete round-up for 2005. There are 46 altogether, arranged by author's last name. I wish I had read more.

All Books of 2005 )


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