Reminder of the Themes

Back in the day, and by the day, I mean my sophomore year in college, spring 2007, I kept a different blog.  This blog might just become my longest running one if I keep at it and keep telling stories.  I kept a daily blog for my mother my freshman year in college over at Xanga.  Then, for a tiz, I kept a LiveJournal under the name of young-america.  Both of them are still up...I should probably just copy all of the information on them and take them down.  I'll get around to that some day.

Anyways, I was thinking about that because, in 2007, I made two resolutions for the year.  Well, they weren't so much resolutions as they were themes of the year.  A window through which I would place my outlook of the year.  They were:

1. Fuck the bitches.  (Translation: Anyone who is a vampire on your life, a Debbie Downer getting in the way of your creativity, a Negative Nancy raining on your parade...anyone getting in the way of you being the best you can be by trying to bring you down, screw them.  Remember that you're better than that, and move on.)
2. You have some serious problems you need to work on. (Translation:  You (read: everyone) has some serious stuff going down in your life.  There is no time like the present to work on these glaring character flaws, gaps in willpower, and other smudges on the mirror of otherwise spotless reflections.)

The longer I live and the more things that I do, I realize that these things aren't the themes of 2007; they're the theme of a balanced life.  At least a young balanced life.  At least my young balanced life.  So, as I endeavor to make it through, I just have to keep reminding myself of this.  And one day, I'll be the bright shining center that the universe spins around.  And so will you.

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I'm coming back to life, slowly but surely.  Today was a day that I just stayed in my room and watched movies pretty much the whole day.  I haven't had the time to watch a movie from start to finish in ages, so it was great to catch up on some stuff.  Everything I watched today was solid 3.5 stars stuff (I need Netflix to let me rate things on the half star like woah).  The docket included Julie & Julia, Paper Heart, and Yossi and Jagger, my first Israeli Hebrew-language film ever.  Now, I'm loading the LA Theatre Works production of Our Lady of 121st Street onto my iPod and going to the gym for the first time in forever.

Oh!  I almost forgot!  So, the only thing that I've wanted to experience (okay, not the only thing, but one of them) since I moved to LA was an earthquake.  There was one a few weeks ago, but I was so exhausted from Camps that I didn't even notice.  I didn't even wake up. 

Today, I was watching movies, and my building wobbled a little bit from side to side.  I thought that my neighbors were just being crazy and banging on stuff since I was leaning against the wall.  But, no!  It was my very first consciously lived through earthquake.  I'm so psyched!  I mean, I don't necessarily want to be around when the big one hits, but I'm glad I've been around during one, just so that I can say I was there.

Until later, everyone.  (And if you're looking for something to do, might I suggest watching/rewatching: