ramble through the bronx

Thursday, March 03, 2005

look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive

Whew, I've been listening to a lot of Tegan and Sara (thanks, Calgary, for bringing us this wonderfulness).

I'm even going to be really cheezy (and channel all my inner 17-year-old) and quote a whole song. Yay!

where do you go with your broken heart in tow
what do you do with the left over you
and how do you know, when to let go
where does the good go, where does the good go
look me in the eye and tell me you don't find me attractive
look me in the heart and tell me you won't go
look me in the eye and promise no love's like our love
look me in the heart and un break broken, it won't happen
it's love that breaks the seal of always thinking you would be
real, happy and healthy, strong and calm, where does the good go
where does the good go
where do you go when you're in love and the world knows
how do you live so happily while I am sad and broken down
what do you say it's up for grabs now that you're on your way down
where does the good go, where does the good go

Anyway...

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Just watched Ghost World again -- thanks, Natalia, for giving me a copy. While the credits were rolling I flipped through the comic, which was fantastic (and does a much better job of showing the relationship between Enid & Rebecca -- in the comic, Becca gets about the same number of good lines as Enid does -- unlike in the movie, where Enid gets all the good, snarky lines, and Becca's just kind of a wannabe yuppie). Anyway, comic-book-purist-snark aside, the movie's still good, although they seem a lot younger than when I first saw the movie (when I was in second year of undergrad... Megan saw it with me, at the Bloor).

After seeing the movie the first time, I went home crying & called my mom (at midnight) to tell her that I didn't know what I was going to do with my life, or whether I was making the right decisions, etc.

After seeing the movie this time.... I don't know. I like where I am in my life; I can still laugh & enjoy & relate to much of the movie, but in a different way -- more an acknowledgement of shared human nature, rather than still having the feeling of being 18-20 and totally confused. I think my students are still there, at that point. It's weird to think I've moved a little past it, since I didn't notice getting more "mature," you know?

Mature, schmature.

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(and I'm not going to see James this weekend; he's in Chicago. So no fifth date yet.)

jane 10:17 PM [+]