vivah

One of my favourite things to do is put on my big[ger] headphones, plug them into my laptop and listen to awesome music while either drawing or trying to type. Right now seemed like an appropriate moment.

I just finished watching Vicky Cristina Barcelona and am now in a conflicting state of mind. This usually happens after I watch Woody Allen movies - somehow, every time I come out of watching them feeling very reflective, confused and trying to explain myself to myself; sometimes this is accompanied by the voice inside my head taking on a Woody Allenesque tone. Before watching this movie, not particularly knowing much about what it was about, I was hopeful to feel a connection with Vicky since we technically share the same name. I was very disappointed though after my first time watching it to discover that Vicky, and her fiance/husband Doug, annoy me quite a bit. Not that Cristina makes me any happier.

The narrator introduces Vicky and Cristina as having the same viewpoints and opinions on most things other than love - I, however, could barely see a resemblance between either of them. Even their hair colours accentuate their differences. This separatness of their characters has made me wonder: am I a Vicky or a Cristina?

Neither, hopefully.


In other news, I have finally have a job interview tomorrow at a jewelry kiosk in the mall - and no matter who might burst out laughing when I say I may have a job with a company called Vivah, I am truly excited to get another part-time job under my belt and supposedly wicked discounts on jewelry. After the interview, I go home for the weekend where I will see Kyleman, and some family members and perhaps Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs - since, you know, I have a large number of relatives under the age of ten.

Wish me luck!

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I haven't written in a while, I know - shame on me. Tut tut.
The last couple weeks I've been attempting to lay low as much as possible to conserve money while working almost constant shifts at my summer job. Two days until pay day and when I can buy Regina Spektor's new album.

Why don't I just pirate it like I do my other music, you ask?
Because she is an artist I am thoroughly willing to spend my money on. Including for a concert ticket to see her for my second time in Toronto in September. Hurrah, I say! Hurrah!

For now, I must content myself with researching the Upper Canada Rebellion of 1837 while somewhat awkwardly sharing an office with someone who seems allergic to work and being on time.

On an ending note, I feel like I am in a completely jazzy/big band/smokey music type mood and that a pillbox hat with a face net/veil would be appropriate.