i should go to bed.....

of all the things i am excited for now that i am a college graduate, reading books for pleasure is by far the number one. i will now finish the things they carried and the age of innocence, i started both this semester and sadly had not the time to make it past page 20 in either book. the only thing i read was harry potter. this, to some, may seem like a sad, sad confession, but to me harry potter is like candy for the brain. a little treat for getting my homework done, a little relief from the stress of the day. i normally would think, i will read only one chapter before bed as a small reward for a day well done, four chapters later i would have to physically force myself to put the book down and go to bed...all dorkiness aside i do think harry helped keep me sane in this crazy full semester (which hallelujah is over).

 speaking of harry:

movies never live up to their books. i found this travesty out after reading jurassic park. the movie was so awesome that even though i was 8 i decided to read the book. it was sooo much better, i still have nightmares from that book, and still suffer the consequences of realizing books are so much better, and yet i sometimes hope for a movie that will meet my expectations, but have mostly, due to much disappointment, decided to completely divorce the book from the movie. this way i can love the book and the movie as separate entities. for instance, persuasion, i love both (of course i love the book more but i still love the movie).

i think i was thinking about this all because on saturday taylor and i went to a concert at a pizza bar in d.c. and the cute drummer looked like my harry potter, not daniel radcliffe or harry's illustrator's version of him, but the person i would cast were i to be the casting director of the films. i kept looking at him thinking, he looks so familiar, when i realized who he was i told taylor, who said "yeah but he is too tall to be my harry" maybe this is why books are always better, because no matter what you can't make a movie that is like the author's words and the minds of every oeuvre of the book. whoa, that took a little bit of a philosophical? turn, i did not mean for that to happen...i am just rambling and tired. 

  

today i was walking along campus thinking "i am going to blog about all the things i take issue with; like the weather, finals week being mixed with the last week of actual classes, uggs..." and just as i was thinking of more acrid things to say i noticed that the girl walking next to me was getting uncomfortably close, i braced myself, clutching harder my super cute bag (that i can't even look at right now because it weighs 30 lbs and is subsequently in time out), and started to speed up...then the girl spoke--now, i am not the typical byu-idahoer and don't talk to strangers on campus, but i stopped to see what she had to say. she stops and says, "i just have to say that you are like realllllly pretty, i mean you are beautiful." what a nice, cute girl...i am glad i stopped, it made me feel really good, especially since i didn't really get ready today (although this story would have been a lot cooler if it had been a guy, maybe only girls think i am pretty though). and i am glad i had something better to blog about than the bitter ranting of a horrible procrastinator. 

word to the wise, should anyone give you the book "ART in Theory" just say no. it is awful (with a few exceptions like picasso), i have been reading it all day and still have 150 pages to go...boo

one more thing...i can't wait to see mi familia, i miss you all and love you