I caught myself feeling overly ‘independent’ today. I forgot to do some homework — first time all year — and I didn’t study for my exams. My b. But it all turned out well. Actually, no. Accounting was a disaster. Not only did I not study, but I forgot to bring a calculator, so I had to do everything long hand. But aside from that — I felt good. I felt like a human who did not need to be glued to books or on some drug to increase the likeliness to absorb and retain information. A sponge, rather? Any which way, to top off the evening, I decided to slice my kiwi a different way this time. I usually cut it in a traditional fashion and do perpendicular slices to make it easy to eat. This time, ha, I said good-bye to tradition and sliced them diagonally. That’s independence.
A movie trailer came on when I was watching Prison Break (last episode is tomorrow, I can’t believe it!) – the movie looked interesting. Okay, no. It looked amazing. Really and truly amazing. It’s called 500 Days of Summer. The music, the film, the color, the everything – it’s great. It is not coming to theaters until July, at least. I read somewhere that it was coming in September, but that’s not summer. The poster says July 24th. Wikipedia says July 17th. But I think we learned about how trusty Wikipedia is on that research paper in 9th grade.. But, alas, the movie looks awesome and reminds me of this awesome couple that I stalk casually look at on Facebook. Now they are indie. And that shot is not only really artsy and cool, but I would love to know how and where in Grand Central. I mean, there are some desolate areas, but still, if I was walking, I’d be tempted to punt the camera out the 42nd street entrance.
Any which way I look at it – there is nothing independent about these kids. They are simply bringing back older and more unique styles. With their Urban Outfitters Polaroid cameras, shitty lighting and a rummage through their attic picking out their dad’s old shirts and gear – you can easily send them back 40 years, throw them on Columbia Campus and they’d fit it in.
Hopefully my kids never have the urge to dress like how I did. Granted, I’m not independent – I like looking classy and nice. But it’d still be odd. And remind me to never cut a kiwi like this again.
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