That darn white rabbit.

I admit, I'm a sap. I love a romantic comedy. I also admit that I'm behind the times. That said, if you haven't seen Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, you've missed something great.

It is sarcastic, fun, and has (as you might expect) great music.

Two Fun things

I saw "Coraline" tonight. I highly recommend it.


My friend Ginna told me about a project/website that is genius. People from all over the world take photos at 10:15am and send them to be posted. Every day there are interesting things to look at. My favorite thing about the website is that each day is sectioned off with the title "Brand New Day" and then the date. I like it.

Maybe I'll see a photo of yours on there soon.

Happy Sunday!

Prayers for Bobby

Whoa. Cry fest. Prayers for Bobby (a Lifetime television event) was on the other night, and since I don't have T.V. I went on Itunes and downloaded it for something like $3.99. Well worth it.

Here is the trailer.

It was a hard movie to watch. The movie involves the true story of a close-nit christian family and their reactions to homosexuality. The mother in the movie (played by Sigourney Weaver) takes it incredibly hard and prays that her son "be cured" of his ailment. The stress and self-loathing that Bobby feels grows and eventually becomes too much to handle and he commits suicide.

The mother blames herself and feels that she did not listen to Bobby or show him compassion. She begins to question her beliefs and eventually decides to speak out about how churches treat homosexuals and how suicides by gay teens could be prevented.

What I would stress though, is that Bobby made his own decisions on suicide- I don't want it to seem like I believe his mother killed him.

I'm interested in what you think about it. Please comment.

I have a time-share I'd like to sell you.

I love movies. I love escaping into them. I love becoming engrossed into the characters lives and situations. I love getting to leave them behind at then end of 2-3 hours and going back to them on my terms.

I’ve been in communication with an ex from home. He isn’t “home” and neither am I really but it feels like home to even be on his radar. It was a love. It still is a love. But I wonder how much of that love is fleeting, like the love I have for characters in movies. I’m sure he wouldn’t want to be compared to movie characters, and really, unless it’s a great movie, who is like the people on the screen? But I’m getting away from the point I’m trying to make here. There is a point, I think.

I haven’t dated someone in years, getting close to 4 years now really, and I think for a lot of people that would be unsettling or heart breaking. Not me. I don’t really think about it too much, but lately I’ve wanted to “be with someone”. Sharing time with someone else is one of the most romantic ways I’ve heard someone put love. It really is love to share time with someone else. Both parties sacrifice their own time to be with that person. I’m not sure sacrifice is the best way of putting it, but you know what I mean.

I think I’m finally ready to share time with someone. No, I’m more than ready; I’m aching to share time with someone. I’ve wrestled with the thought of chalking up my recent feeling to being generally alone, but I’m not generally alone. I work in an environment where alone doesn’t happen, I attend school, and frequently go out at night. Alone isn’t my problem. My problem is the lack of another. Now, I can’t go out looking for another, I’ll drive everyone away with my talks of sharing time and not being alone. I’m going to have to simply make myself available for another. That’s going to be hard.

It wasn’t hard to be with my ex. He was a lot of what people look for in a mate. Caring, supportive, loving, available, and compassionate. I loved being his. The problem was that I wasn’t what a lot of people look for in a mate. I was selfish, sarcastic, cynical, distant, and inconsistently loving, a jerk really. Anyway, I’m learning to be less sarcastic, selfish, and have almost worked through the cynicism. I try to be present when I’m with other people, and will continue to learn how to love for the rest of my life I’m guessing.

Thanks for sharing some time, and keep sharing with others, loving others, and doing what you know is true and right.

I’ll try to do the same.

Watch out for Joey, Jim.

I wonder how many blogs have been written about Across the Universe, the Beatles, or Jim Sturges? I'm gonna say more than three. Hahaha. I also wonder about how many people have either seen the movie or have had friends that have seen it. All of this may explain why I think that a lot of people are tired are hearing about this movie. That said, this blog is about Across the Universe so stop reading if you are tired of the topic.

Wow, what a movie. Wow, what a cast. Wow, what an absurd use of the word wow. Really though, I enjoyed it so much I told my buddy that if there was another showing right after I would have stayed and watched it again. Thankfully and unfortunately I saw the 10:05 showing. It was late, I love the beatles, I'm a sucker for a love story and my heart bleeds for people who get hurt because of hate/misunderstandings. All of that and the smooth voices, artistic use of color, details, visual affects cued to the beat of the music made me squirm in my seat with excitement. I'm getting the soundtrack from my buddy and I can't wait for it to arrive. Confession: I bought one song already off Itunes because I couldn't wait to hear it. I'm trying hard not to buy more.

Added bonus/nervousness I went to see the movie with my new friend Clint. It was hard to tell if he thought it was a date and whether or not he thought I thought it was a date. Number one I hate crap like that. Drama in general makes me crazy. So when he asked if something I said was a pick up line, I made it clear it was just a line. Movie was great, he was pleasant, and we parted ways easily with a hug (this is only a big deal if you know me and hugs...I'm trying Amber). So, all in all a great Thursday.

I'll catch you up on Friday-Sunday later. More to report.