July 28, 2009

Northwoods Charm

I finally got to see the glory that is River Falls this past weekend.

There was Foosball at The Lazy River and Ground Zero,
a Moger Long Island (Sloe Gin in place of Coke,
which comes in a one liter plastic cup for $4)
Green Dragon shots at Boomer's,
Jagerbombs made with something called Bonzai instead of Red Bull,
after-bar doughnuts and pizza at The Holiday,
and 1pm breakfast at The South Fork Cafe.

I'm tired.

Still More Movies

Ok. Harry Potter & The Half-Blood Prince was easily the best movie in the series so far. Easily. It was also the most changed, edited, and condensed script compared to the book version so far in the series, which usually would annoy me.

But #6 was my least favorite book in the series and the movie version made all the hormones and teenage love stuff much more prominent - and much more funny - than the novel.

I'm actually seeing it again tomorrow night. I'm excited.

July 24, 2009

Double Shiny

A friend and I have started an online journal.

It's called Double Shiny

send some poems or extra-short stories to doubleshinyreview@gmail.com

that is all.

July 23, 2009


Going to see Harry Potter tonight. I can't wait to roll my eyes at all the things they cut out, add in, or just change in order to make it seem like the trio of Ron, Harry, and Hermione are the only kids who attend Hogwarts anymore. I also can't wait to hate the new Dumbledore even more than I already do based on the last two movies. I bet he's going to be all angry and shouty like in Goblet of Fire.

Oh I saw Away We Go a couple weeks ago at Sundance. They wouldn't give us the student discount because only one of us had a valid ID, so I didn't really enjoy the movie as much as I probably could have. That, plus the fact that Maya Rudolph's character kept getting praised for her beauty by all the other characters and I kept being more and more incredulous, made it an average to below-average movie-going experience. Don't tell Emily that, though. She was too busy laughing and/or crying through the whole thing as if it perfectly captured her torturous struggle as a mixed race pregnant woman in her early thirties.

I kind of want to see Zombie Strippers again. Remember when we got to see that for free because that guy I had a class with knew worked at the theater? And we were the only ones in the theater so we got to talk and laugh at it the whole time? That was great.

July 21, 2009

We're really doing this...

Got my last Wisconsin haircut today, at least until Christmas break anyway.

I hope I don't have to get a military style buzz cut at some $5 barbershop in Alabama. I suppose my alternative will be going to some southern belle salon filled with pregnant sixteen year-olds from that MTV show and stylists that look like Kate from Jon & Kate Plus 8.

I can't wait to open my Alabama bank account, and to get my first monthly stipend. My friends have decided it will be presented in the form of two five gallon jugs, one filled with moonshine and the other with barbecue sauce.

The jug of moonshine will be identified by the XXX scrawled across the front.

July 11, 2009

This Is What Happened

Last night I had a dream that I spent the night at your house, in one of the many vacant rooms I remember seeing the first time I visited. But when I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, I couldn't find my room again. The whole layout of the house had changed, but I wasn't scared. I was just annoyed.

I kept looking in all of these rooms on different levels of the house, and in every one there was a computer on a desk whose screen lit up the room. Each of these computers was on a different poet's website or blog. They were all poets I'd never heard of, and after thinking about it I decided that they probably weren't real people at all, and that the poems featured on their pages hadn't been written yet. I read a poem by one of them that I liked a lot, and decided to steal it, since I wouldn't really be stealing it from anyone. I didn't bother writing it down, since it was so good and its imagery so unique and memorable I had already memorized it.

I ended up sleeping in a different room, too happy about my new poem to care that I was in a strange new room, then found you after waking up in the morning. The layout had changed again, and was close to, though not exactly, its original state. You had no problem showing me to my original room, then you rushed me down the stairs, and in every room we passed there were young women and their mothers getting ready for the wedding that afternoon.