Dog Lesson

I've learned a lesson while house sitting: I am not going to be ready for dogs of my own for a while. I'm LOVE hanging out with them now, but I think by Halloween I'm going to be totally ready to sleep with a few less butts in my face. Although the dogs do regulate my sleeping. On Friday, I went to bed at midnight because Bonnie, one of the dogs (and roommie of Clyde (!)), started yawning and covering her eyes with her paws. I felt so guilty that she couldn't sleep if I wasn't sleeping. Then I woke up at 9am because after we went out to pee, I didn't really need to go back to sleep. It's crazy that my mom had a 3-year-old child (me) when she was my age. I feel like I might not succeed at keeping MYSELF alive, let alone anyone or thing else. Save my fish, hopefully...

On a side note, I AM ready for cable (I know, I know. I'm not going to spend my money on TV. Pipe dreams....)

I had the following non-subtle dream the other day:

I was in my apartment and my roommate Davida had set up a desk and chair set up in my shower. Then her son came over and told me I was ruining the shower with the desk set-up and asked why would I want to do that in the first place. I don't think I explained. Then I had a pretty large, white pet mouse and it chewed through the lock on it's cage. For a minute, I thought it reproduced because there was an orange and black one a little later, but my dream-self determined that it was a dream that the mouse had reproduced (which I enjoyed in retrospect because it felt like my dream was initially going to take it there and then thought it was stacking on the problems a little too fast).

So I get in the car to go to the hardware store to get a lock. It's night time and as I'm driving, I'm swerving everywhere. I evaluate why I can't drive, thinking that I would know if I was drunk. When I get to the parking lot, I realize that I couldn't drive because my brakes weren't working. I also recalled that my bike brakes weren't working (in real life I don't have a bike).

The hardware store is closed and I start to cry. I go in the store through a window on the second floor. As I come down the stairs, I see a person that I know and love and I start to cry again, looking for some sympathy. I told him about my car and my bike and my mouse and my car registration (which is an actual, real-life problem) and I assume I told him about my office-shower. He kindly listens to my grievances but looks at me a little strangely. Then I look around the room and see that I'm not in a public store. I'm in someone's living room and he obviously is wondering why I just burst into a house I'd never been to. Uninvited. At night. And I just started crying at him.

I don't remember the rest clearly, but I stayed at the place and the guy became interchangeable with my dad.

The point is, I have anxiety. I have anxiety about my roommate and the brakes on my car and my registration. Also, my dream went from point A to point B with surprisingly clarity. I think it was more reasonable because it was nap dream, not a night dream.

MOVIE SECTION:

Jennifer's Body. I can't say I really enjoyed it too much. I CAN say that I LOVED Adam Brody in it. The part in which he was killing Jennifer was HILARIOUS! I think the problem was that until Brody showed up, I wasn't sure if the movie was trying to be scary or fun. After I learned that it was obviously not intended for horrifying, I understood the movie better, but then I just lamented Megan Fox's poor acting and the writing that clearly didn't serve it's purpose. Brody hasn't had his big role yet, as far as I know. I've loved him in a BUNCH of stuff that I've hated. In the Land of Women, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, can we assume I hated The O.C. even though I've never seen it? I guess we won't.... I don't want to be rude.

Watched the first half of The Lovely Bones, but I got bored and didn't finish it, which is VERY unlike me. I think what bored me was all the heaven parts. I was trying to understand what I was supposed to gain from it. In the book, it's really just her observing and not letting go, but in the movie she was much more aggressive. Plus, the movie made her heaven very scary and unpredictable, whereas in the book it NEVER scared her or did anything uncomfortable. Part of it could have been visual magnificent, but the CGI was pretty poor and all I could see was the green screen. I think if it was JUST the earth scenes, I would have at least waited it out.

Also, I thought I was going to be sick over Stanley Tucci being a killer, but it didn't bother me that much. I think I would have been more upset by it if you actually saw him rape the girl (which... MAY have happened in the last 45 minutes... hard to say). Mostly he kind of reminded me of one of my grandpas. Also, I have to say that while it wasn't really his fault at all, I giggled every time Mark Wahlberg cried. He did a fine job, but I couldn't keep it together. Rachel Weisz did a VERY annoying cry, but... I love her and she looked very nice in 70s clothes. Mostly that book should not be a movie.

Rewatched 500 Days of Summer. Miraculous! I will own that movie someday! I love that it can be so stylistic without being off putting. I think it's because the fantasy parts were varied, clarified how he was feeling, and were FUNNY. Also, I love that they didn't show the actual break up because I think the audience could get bogged down in the semantics of the break up and find someone to blame, and that's not what it's about. Whoever said it is the Annie Hall of our generation couldn't be more right... in my opinion.

That's all.