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 Well, happy leap year! Tomorrow's March and I think that's mad. Spring is just around the corner, though I doesn't feel like it weather-wise. I was reading at the local coffee shop a few days ago when this lady having a conversation next to me says, "You know, the New York mentality during the winter is to hunker down. In the summer, you go out and stock up on food but in the winter, you kind of survive on the bare minimum until you really, absolutely need to go across town to the grocery store." It's true, though. In fact, the guy she was having a conversation with went, "That's so true!" I think we're all a little reluctant to go outside or do anything during the winter. I guess we have this tendency to "hibernate" until the warm air and sunshine comes back. You know, when life seems more viable. On a completely different note, I swear if Fox dares to adapt Spaced, I'm going to throw a shit fit. Even Edgar agrees. Spaced is quite possibly the most brilliant cult comedy ever, and I love it too much to see it get ruined (it's my favorite TV show of all time). Once in a while British crossovers succeed (The Office!), but only when the original creators are on boat... with an extremely talented writing crew and cast. And neither Edgar, Simon, Jessica, or anyone from the original show are involved. Most of all, as Edgar writes, "That show was very personal to us. It's about Simon and Jessica, not just some format or high concept." Case in point: Fox likes to ruin things that are good.  Ohh, I hear some drunk guys outside screaming, grunting, and banging on trash cans. Hang on. Okay, I see them running around the street aaaand... a taxi is about to... nope. The guys got out of the way in time. The taxi driver honked angrily in response. So, here I am again. Unable to sleep. My mind won't stop racing. If I could, I would take my brain out, set it on the window ledge and tell it to chill out. Dude, just sit there and take in the gloomy cityscape, okay? Thanks, man. Homegirl would appreciate that. Anyway, I was up yesterday as well and I actually wrote something in my deranged state. Ready for this? Because when I went to read it again this morning, I went, "That's, uh, something else." Behold what my mind spews out at 2AM: She could sense movement, she could feel presence, she could see the shapes dancing through her mind. Sounds blared in her ears. She couldn't raise her hands to cover them. Vibrations shook her feet. She couldn't move to safer ground. She wanted to leave, run, flee. She sensed movement again. Closer this time. She couldn't shrink away. Why, why, why, she thought. Is this a dream? Why am I here? Why can't I wake up? She didn't want to be in this state anymore. "Is it over? Can I open my eyes again?" A comforting hand squeezed her shoulder and she opened her eyes. Much better. I think I was trying to say that being awake is better than sleeping. Or at least that I preferred being awake? At any rate, a lot is on my mind even though I think there shouldn't be. It just can't stop oozing with thoughts. Like, when I'm sitting and eating a sandwich, my mind goes into overdrive and shouts, "HOLY GOD THIS SANDWICH IS AMAZING WHY DON'T I MAKE THIS MORE OFTEN I LOVE HOW THE MUSTARD COMPLEMENTS THE HONEYED HAM--" At this point, I think to myself, "Dude, stop capslock shouting at me!" And my mind goes, "oh geez, sorry. it's just this sandwich is rocking the taste buds." Pretty much, all I want to do is to be able to sit, eat my sandwich in peace and have my mind think about nothing. Nada. Zip. Zero. Just for a few minutes. That's all I ask. Heck, even when I sleep, it's not a well-rested kind of sleep. You know? It's become a chore. I know I should be sleeping, I should be getting rest. But I'm not. I go to bed restless and wake up unsettled. Okay, I have no idea what I'm talking about anymore. I think I'm going to go toss and turn until I fall asleep. Ohh, I hear a siren.  I'm so incredibly happy that Glen and Markéta won the Oscar for best original song! And I absolutely loved that they let Markéta come back to speak after accidentally cutting her off. Aw, hope does bring us together in the end. » "Falling Slowly" » Performing at the Oscars » Acceptance speeches  If there was a fire, what would you grab? Instinctively, I feel like I would just take my computer and run. But I think, truthfully, I would grab all my handwritten journals. It sounds silly, but I have them safely bundled up and ready to go in case of an emergency like a fire. They go all the way back to when I could form my first sentences. One of my earliest entries is, "I played outside today." They're a large part of my life, containing almost all my memories. I say almost because sometimes I would forget to jot it down or be too tired to recount the day's events. You see, my biggest fear is forgetting. I guess it makes me a really big pack rat and the kind of person who feels the need to record everything, whether through writing or pictures. I try to take in everything in the moment. You know that feeling when you're somewhere new and you just want to let it sink in? It feels like that to me a lot of the time.  - Internet Love Song - Verizon: Awesome! - Frozen Grand Central - Survival of the Fittest - Barack Obama Is Your New Bicycle - $1 Image Stabilizer For Any Camera - Lose The Tripod (Previously: Lists, part 8)  "'Anticipate nothing, because it's always worse in your head.' We are capable of freaking ourselves out way beyond comprehension, whereas the world is a little more gentle on us than we are on ourselves sometimes." -- John Krasinski  There's something about being able to disappear underneath the skin of a character and completely transforming yourself that appeals to me. It wouldn't startle your friends or family, but in fact, it would be natural. It's tempting to be someone else for a day or more, to completely immerse yourself in an alternate world, to live a fictional life. And after all is said and done, you would still be you. It wouldn't be a change forever, but just for a while. I guess for the time being, changing my hair around will have to do. For those who guessed I have long hair, I now have shoulder length hair. It was quite liberating cutting off my hair; it's like a weight has been lifted. Plus, less shampoo for me to use! I'm being practical. Kinda.  Between watching the TV, refreshing the news, and checking off states for each candidate on a chart I made (too much? Probably), the outcome of it all was this: still anyone's game with the Democrats (as some say, the battle has just begun) and wonder kid McCain decidedly became the frontrunner for the Republicans. On a side note, can I just say that Huckabee keeps surprising me? Anyway, it was interesting walking around yesterday. People were essentially walking advertisements with big, bold stickers showing who they supported. Mixed in the fray were the Giants fans coming and going to the ticker-tape parade. It truly was a red, white, and blue day, you might say. While on this topic, I'll mention this for the design fanatics: The Hardest Working Presidential Candidate Logo. (That and the website are ridiculously well done.) The article ends with: "The effect of design on political ambitions is likely more important than political advisors would think, but certainly less important than the actual policies of the candidate. Nevertheless, it's encouraging to see design and identity innovation in an otherwise stale category." Edit: Also, Top 50 US front pages on Super Tuesday.  Today: Super Tuesday, Fat Tuesday, and the ticker-tape parade for the Giants. It's just super everything. Hope you guys got to vote while wearing mardi gras beads and Giants gear!  GIANTS WIN THE SUPER BOWL!!!!! Ahh, I'm so happy! Eli Manning, MVP. I believe, I truly believe. That was an amazing game. Holy crap, I don't know how Eli escaped that one for sure sack. That was amazing. It was just amazing all over. Above and beyond. I Twittered quite a bit through the evening. My apologies for flooding fellow followers with Super Bowl updates. Here are some festivities from the night. People were running up and down the streets screaming and saying one these phrases: "18-1! 18-1!", "F**k Tom Brady!", "F**k New England!", "Eli! Eli!", "LET'S GO GIANTS!" I love this city. I love the fans. I love this team. I'm over the moon. |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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