Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label movies. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Winter News

After the fifty billionth person told me that I needed to watch "Frozen," I finally checked it out.  I don't know if I'd endorse this movie as enthusiastically as the entire world seems to be doing. It was lovely and the "Arrested Development" references were fun, but IMO the film was more forgettable than, say, "Wreck It Ralph." (Hope you're all impressed with how I spend my free time.. comparative children's cinema seems to be my forté these days.) However, I will say that the entire movie is worth watching if only to hear "Let It Go." They should advertise it as the most empowering 4 minutes of your life, or your money back. 

Are you rolling your eyes about now? Cause that's what I did every time I heard another 20-year-old geek out about how they blast "Let It Go" on Friday nights...  And yet, here I am. Blasting this Disney song. While Ernesto hides in the bedroom with headphones on so that he won't have to hear me try to hit all the high notes. 

I've made it my personal goal to watch every single cover and foreign language version of this song, but if I had to choose just one video to share with you, it's this one. The singer, Christina Bianco, blends "Let It Go" with a bunch of celebrity impersonations. 




Besides feeding my obsession with children's movies, I've also been watching the Winter Olympics (read: crying non-stop in front of the TV). How do Liberty Mutual and Oikos yogurt commercials manage to elicit the same response from me as seeing the world's greatest athletes defy gravity? One minute I'm mopping up my tears and yelling "YES DO THE FLIP SCORE THE POINTS YOU'RE AN AMAZING HUMAN BEING," and the next I'm sobbing, "YES TIDE IS CLEARLY THE NICEST-SMELLING AND MOST INSPIRING DETERGENT IN THE UNIVERSE." I'm disgusting, but at least someone in advertising is doing their job right. Is it you, Peggy Olson?

In addition to all the winter-themed shenanigans going on --including our very own snowpocalypse in Dallas, i.e. a whole half-inch of snow that shut down half the city-- Ernesto and I went to another breathtaking Josh Ritter concert in January. Still not sure whether he ever got my creepy gift, but a girl can dream. I've decided to take his involvement with the Parenthood soundtrack as a sign that we're best friends.

Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Reasons Why I'm Crying

It's Meg Ryan's birthday. Can we all just take a moment to thank this woman for bringing Kathleen Kelly to life? I can't be the only person who crawls under the covers and watches You've Got Mail whenever my painstaking attempts to micromanage the next 10 years of my life explode in my face. Part of me wants to throw everything out the window and move to Manhattan and work at a doomed bookstore just so some online stranger can tell me, "Don't cry, Shopgirl." /bawling

Ryan Cabrera used to be relevant. Remember his YuGiOh hair? His sentimental-without-actually-saying-anything songs? I sure hadn't. Like, for a good six years, I'd forgotten that this guy had ever existed. So hearing "On The Way Down" and "True" brought back a whole lot of memories.. mostly of stressing out over what a boutonniere was and avoiding my biology leaf project. And of failing to realize that Laguna Beach was a TV show, not a retail offshoot of Abercrombie and Fitch until my hopes of being remotely cool vanished into thin air. Thanks for the memoriez, Ryan.

I don't know what I'm doing with my life. Obvi.

This Stephen King book isn't getting any better. In the spirit of JFK Day, which is this city's bizarrely laid-back name for the 50th anniversary of the president's assassination, I thought it would be appropriate to read Stevie K's novel about going back in time to save Kennedy. Shockingly enough, the first half of the book was about fun times in Derry (fun times in Derry today! Derry!). After 350 pages of thoroughly enjoyable "It" references , it felt like some passionless editor reminded Stevie K, "Hey, this book is supposed to take place in Dallas. And it should probably include Lee Harvey Oswald. Maybe throw in a generic love interest for good measure. Have people say 'Hun,' a lot." Don't listen to them, Stevie! Listen to your heart, and if your heart tells you to ditch the historically appropriate premise and bring us back to Derry for the billionth time, just do it. I WANNA SEE YOU BE BRAVE.

Tears of joy: there are two flavors of ice cream in my freezer. Not one, but two flavors. Few other things in life bring such tidings of comfort and joy. In this case, "comfort" is spelled "Spiced Apple Pie" (or what I refer to as apple pice cream) and "joy" is spelled "Mint Chocolate Cookie Crumble," and both go extremely well with chocolate syrup. I kid you not, these two tubs of ice cream are currently the highlight of my existence. If there's more to life than this, I'm not interested.

Nature is breathtaking, too, I guess. After a hellish two weeks that drained pretty much all of my will to live, Ernesto and I went camping in Oklahoma. This inferior blog gives a pretty decent recap of our adventure, though none of the pictures do a great job of capturing the number of alcohol swabs from our first aid kit Ernesto used to start our fire. Our outdoorsy incompetencies aside, the trip was a welcome reminder that the earth is a gem.



Monday, July 22, 2013

#winning

- After spending approximately 15 hours trying to download the app on my piece-of-crap phone in time for the wedding of the summer, this guy is on Instagram! Get ready for some quality hashtagz.

- My lifelong struggle with keeping my rate of quarter-life crises at less than three per week is slowly getting better thanks to my new five-year plan, which consists of moving to Georgia so that John Mayer's songs will be about me. 

- In other news, Men in Black is on TV so I'm going to go live-tweet this thing in the hopes that Amelie Gillette will notice me and ask me to be her bff. I've got the matching necklaces ready!

Is my life as epic as Charlie Sheen's? You be the judge. 

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

November happened, and some other stuff

- I originally started writing this post like two weeks ago. It was a Friday night, mere seconds after I'd finished NaNoWriMo, which was supposed to be this really great moment and I had all these plans as to how I was going to celebrate (i.e. I bought a box of brownie mix) (like, quality brownie mix. Ghiradelli double chocolate brownie mix)..  aaaaand I got about 15 words with my Caps Lock on into this blog post before falling asleep on my sofa at 8 pm. #woooo #lastfridaynight

SO, I slept a solid 13 hours and woke up on Saturday not feeling lame at all. Maybe I felt a little bit lame, but to be honest witchu, a good night's sleep is what I've spent the last 4 years fantasizing about throughout college.

I'd wanted to write about Nanowrimo, but that train lost steam a loooong time ago. Suffice it to say, Nano'12 was a trillion times better than Nano'11, probably because I went into it this year with something vaguely sort of similar to a plot. Having something like a plot made this year's writing a lot more fun and significantly less terrible, but the terrible started to show towards the end of the month. That much is evident in this screenshot:
the not-so-glamorous writing process

Needless to say, I took a much-needed break after this really painful paragraph. It feels pretty to good to be done with the whole thing, mainly so I can spend all of my free time playing Song Pop again.

- Speaking of "literally".. I recently saw this tragic/hilarious Presidential Barbie at Toys R Us.

Barbie 2012 stands on her own. (literally)
I saw this and wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. Just kidding, the only thing I could possibly do was laugh. A lot.

- Another hilarious thing I saw:


Annakeira Knightlenina.. how Uptown Theatre says "'Anna Karenina', starring Keira Knightley."


- I took this picture during my first night back in Minnesota for Thanksgiving. I'm telling you, it was like a sign from the gods of the Midwest. "Welcome home Paulina. Have some awkward wordplay." 

Anna Karenina was a book that I really, really wanted to like. And I did like it, but it was sort of like reading The Jungle in American Studies (the real ending happens about a hundred pages before the author keeps going on about idealistic social theories). It took me like four years to actually finish it because I kept starting and stopping, but once I got to the end (IN NOVEMBER! This month was full of defining moments for me), I could safely say that I like it enough to endure 2 hours of Keira Knightley. Side note: Jude Law plays Karenin in the movie, soooo maybe he's the real reason I want to watch it on the big screen. All I want for Christmas is to live-tweet this movie, and for Jude Law to retweet everything I write. 

- I am physically incapable of talking about Keira Knightley without mentioning "Love Actually," the movie that I watch by myself every December in a locked room so that no one can hear me crying the entire time. Is this movie the worst kind of emotional pornography known to mankind? Yes. Is that going to stop me from continuing the tradition this weekend? No.

- MY BROOKHAVEN MATH FINAL WAS CANCELLED! BOOYAH! ChRiStMaS mIrAcLe! I didn't even know something like that could happen. Take note, Carleton College. 

After celebrating the fact that I never have to divide anything in different bases again, I started thinking about what finals time was like in Carleton, and most of what I could remember was:
1. not sleeping
2. not showering
3. eating Basil's pizza for a week
4. hating everyone in the library for getting up earlier than I had to find a decent desk

In conclusion..  Oppa Brookhaven Style!

- I recently found out that my phone hasn't been sending all of the texts I write, so that's inconvenient. 

- Daniel freaking Handler was on NPR the other day while Ernesto was in the car and I wasn't even there to geek out about it auuuuuuugh. Talk about pearls before swine.. he didn't even read TSOUE. Fun fact: Jude Law plays Lemony Snicket in the weird movie version of TSOUE. That and GATTACA should be enough to justify how much I like this guy.

- I really don't have that much more to say on here. I just spent an hour in the kitchen deciding whether or not I wanted to bake cookies for some staff dessert potluck tomorrow. I looked up how to tell whether baking soda is still good or not and I tested mine (no worries, our baking soda is working fine).. so yeah. That's how much I value my time. Obviously, it was all for naught because I'm sitting on my bed writing on here instead of licking cookie dough off my spoon. One day, I'll learn to make good choices. 

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Four Things

Hey blogging world.

1. IT'S HALLOWEEN, and I'm really excited because (brace yourself for a letdown) this will finally be the year I watch 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'. TNBC is pretty high up there on my list of things I awkwardly pretend I've seen, so this is going to be a life-changer.

Things I pretend I've Seen:
- A Charlie Brown Christmas
- The Nightmare Before Christmas
- the last episode of LOST
- The Little Rascals
- The Goonies
- The Brave Little Toaster
- Rocko's Modern Life

 Growing up, my mom had a thing against anything that had to do with Tim Burton (why mami? whyyyy?) so all of my contributions to most of the The Nightmare Before Christmas-related conversations (there were more of them than you'd expect. There were enough of them to make me feel like a big fat weirdo for being the only kid in my class who hadn't seen the movie) were based on the 30 second movie previews that came before the feature film on my Thumbelina VHS. Mostly, the conversations went like this:

Friends: Blah blah blah.. like that one part in 'The Nightmare Before Christmas'! Have you seen that movie?

Me: (stammers) (sweats a lot) Uh, y-yeah! Haha! Duh. Ha. Who hasn't? Haha. What a great movie. Ha. That guy's white pumpkin head is so cool!

Friends: You mean Jack? He's not a pumpkin. He's a skeleton.

Me: (stammers more) (on the verge of tears) What? Haha. Oh yeah! I absolutely know who Jack is! Ha. And that he's a skeleton! I just love this movie so much and sometimes it's hard to talk about things you love and I think I hear my brother calling me so bye! (runs far away before they realize what a fraud I am and refuse to go trick-or-treating with the loser who hasn't seen The Nightmare Before Christmas)

My childhood Halloweens in a nutshell, people! Enough nervous laughter and lying to last a lifetime.


2. Taking a break to talk about non-seasonal items of business: I'm still ginuwinely (wait for it) upset that I dropped 400 SongPop points on the so-called Modern R&B playlist (geddit?!) (but seriously, I'm upset). I thought it would be all Craig David and Ashanti and Blu Cantrell (those three make up 95% of what I listened to during all of 6th grade, so there was a lot of emotional baggage going into this playlist), but the playlist doesn't have any of them. I don't know who it has. Obviously. Given my abysmal scores every time I play the stupid playlist.

3. I've been doing a really good job of meal-planning for the past two weeks so that my next grocery trip won't be until after Halloween is over so that I can stock up on clearance Count Chocula and fun-sized Kit Kat bars. My. Glamorous. Life.

4. Halloween is all about choosing to be terrified for fun, which is a great segway for me to mention that NaNoWriMo starts in 6ish hours and I still don't have a main character. Any volunteers?

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

There are probably better ways to use my time.

You guys. I have a lot of lame hobbies. Among these, there's looking at calendars online (not shopping for them, not printing them out and USING them.. just looking at them in awe), e-stalking this person, freaking out when I recognize actors that play secondary characters across different shows*

*TIME OUT FOR A RELEVANT EXAMPLE

In my last post I posted a clip of Glee where Sandy Ryerson yells at someone for not knowing who Josh Groban is. Last weekend, I watched Groundhog Day with Ernesto and was super excited to see a young, less pastel-covered Sandy (whose name is Stephen Toboloswky IRL) hanging out with Bill Murray.



  
    

 While I was looking for relevant pictures to put on this blog, I found THIS ONE..


.. and then it took like 20 seconds to find Stephen Tobolowsky's AMA and his podcast. Which I am listening to right now. He's talking about yogurt and heart surgery and being a terrible bowler. (!!!!)

Okay, so that unprecedented detour does a pretty good job of depicting how I spend an alarming amount of my free time. It's an even more alarming amount now that I'm in this awkward space before school and work start again. Since Ernesto already has a life, I spend most of the day alone in our apartment trying to ignore the 3 boxes that have been halfway unpacked for the past 3 weeks and dividing my time between the hobbies previously discussed and watching old episodes of Project Runway. 

At first, I was like, "Why is this the first time I'm watching this show? I should've listened to Person From High School Who Recommended It. This show is incredible. Omg Tim Gunn." And thennn I realized that what I love about this show is that it's exactly like watching episodes of people working on art projects at Carleton until 4 in the morning, had those episodes ever been filmed. It took 3 years of being in Boliou the night before (or morning of) a deadline, running on no sleep and being surrounded by 11-15 people who are freaking out, followed by a 2-hour critique where everyone tells you all the different ways they hate your piece and one part they liked about it to appreciate what goes on in Project Runway. Granted, Michael Kors is a little bit more creative with the insults he hands out, but you get the picture. So yeah, I've felt sort of like a veteran who can't stop watching war movies. 

In an attempt to feel less gross about myself after finishing Season 8, I started looking for new books for my Kindle. Ernesto got me The Firm and well.. okay, I thought I'd lost all respect for John Grisham when I learned he was responsible for Christmas with the Kranks. WRONG. It turns out that I still had a light at the end of my John Grisham tunnel, and that light disappeared with The Firm. I don't think I'm even ready to talk about this yet. I'm definitely not one against trashy novels (remember sophomore fall term at Carleton, when I read like 4 Princess Diary Books AND the entire Queen of Babble series AND both of the Bridget Jones' Diary books? If it sounds super lonely and pitiful, it's cause it was. But at least it was enjoyable), but The Firm made me want to sue John Grisham for allowing himself to accept a spot on the bestseller list.

After that debacle, I was browsing r/kindlefreebies and THIS IS WHERE IT GETS GOOD I found this website that has a hundred free e-books.. Oh man. Oh. Man. I don't even have the words to convey how terrible/awesome it was, so I've picked out a few of the most memorable titles (accompanied by the original cover art and a brief description by the author):









My favorite cover is definitely Plankton We Have Heard on High, but it's tough to choose. Part of me sort of wants to download some of these and see if the inside is as entertaining as the outside, but I don't want to spoil the illusion.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Another Fangirl Post

It feels SO GOOD not having to post that hideous 22b422 logo, oh man. That was one joke that got more than enough stage time. To help my eyes heal from the Wordart, I've been playing around with some versions of this week's SUMO poster. For Drive. The movie that I'm in love with. NBD (but actually..).

Here's the one that's actually going up around campus:


And here are the ones I am going to use to paper my living room:



My personal favorite.


I know.. but I couldn't not make this joke.


Can you spot the subliminal love note?


GEDDIT GLOVE  

Oh man I love my job. 

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

I spend a lot of time

- daydreaming about baking cookies with the fake vanilla extract I bought two weeks ago.

- trying to wash the printmaking ink out of the corners of my fingernails, failing, and looking like my hands just came out of a zombie movie.

- listening to "Set Fire to the Rain" on the radio, as in hearing it four times on three (THREE) different radio stations during the 45 minute drive from Nofo to Roch.

- trying to convince myself that saying "Nofo" and "Roch" doesn't make me sound like a tool.

- pretending to be Ryan Gosling from "Drive" whenever I'm driving to Rochester/Northfield/Cub Foods. The ice cold fear that starts running through my veins whenever I have to make a left turn probably isn't very similar to the fear Ryan Gosling's character (who doesn't have a name, fyi, if you haven't seen the movie, in which case I feel so bad for you because that movie is basically the fuel that keeps me running day after day, and not even because it stars Ryan Gozlin' but because it is a work of Capital-A-Art, and I can say that without the least bit of contempt or cynicism. Was that long enough of a run-on fragment for you? Sometimes I think that the fond, fond memory I have of watching that movie in Dallas with Ernesto probably accounts for 80ish percent of the reason I want to move to Texas.) what was I saying before? I'm aware that my adventurous left-turns in rural Minnesota - the kind without a green arrow at the intersection - are not exactly up to par with Ryan Gosling's mind-blowing escapades (LITERALLY) (you could hear brains actually squelching/splashing onto the walls) (P.S. spoilers.. sorry). But pretending to be Driver makes me feel elated, so I do it all the time.

- reminding myself that I need a haircut, then remembering that I don't want to spend fifteen bucks to walk out of Cost Cutters looking exactly the same as when I walked in, then aimlessly browsing DIY haircut tutorials on Youtube until I get distracted by better Youtube things.

- feeling depressed that all the people I admire are probably jerks.

- wishing there could be a bookmark for my audiobook on iTunes so that I could occasionally take a breaks and listen to music without losing my place, then the plot, then the book, then I swear.

- listening to Josh Ritter and trying to rearrange my organs so that more of me could be filled up with his music.

- catching myself about to quote someone's blog, then realizing it would probably be creepy if they knew I even read their blog because we're in that weird limbo between being fringe acquaintances (where the other person probably doesn't remember that we had that one conversation at that one event) and actual acquaintances (where I nod at the other person on my way to class and pretend I didn't just read their really dumb contribution to Carleton Facebook Memes). Do you have a blog? I probably read it. And pretend I don't read it by self-censoring myself whenever I want to reference it.

- saying I want to make this blog look sexier, but in a dignified way. Like, Meryl Streep sexy. Just kidding. I know she's the Lara Croft of actresses, but Doubt totally obliterated any chance of my finding Meryl Streep sexy. I haven't ever played Tomb Raider, but every life-size cardboard cutout I've seen walking by Gamestop leads me to assume that Lara Croft is the most unstoppable human force the world has ever known. Probably accurate.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Follow up post: Toy Story Costumes


Earlier I wrote about some of the Toy Story costumes I've seen throughout the ages, so here's a fluff follow-up post. Toy Story 3 was a big deal, so obviously we had to go to the midnight showing in costume. In an effort to make sure that none of the fringe characters felt left out, I dressed up as Pterodactdoll that Sid made with his sister's Sally doll and a dinosaur head.

The resemblance is uncanny. 



Above, I give you Rex, Hamm and Slinky Dog. 


And here is Barbie, a waaaay less creepy Hamm, and a toy soldier. 

Thursday, December 8, 2011

List of Thoughts I Am Too Lazy To Make Into A Real Post

1. My dad and I got to see Andrea Ledesma in Munich! She and Jörg took the two-hour train from Neumarkt and spent Sunday eating white sausage and seeing impressionist paintings and drinking German punch with us. I tell you this so that you will think we are classy and cultured, when really the opposite is true because my dad and I spent Monday night watching Friends in German. Really it was just me watching Friends with a German phrasebook in hand trying to see what the laughtrack was laughing at while my dad was Skyp(e?)ing with my mom. Other notes about the trip..
-  ABSURDLY expensive internet ($6 euro per hour. PER HOUR!)
- ABSURDLY amazing Michael Jackson altar randomly sitting there on a street. I mean there is some seriously heartfelt fandom going on in Munich. 



The king of Bavaria is no match for the king of pop. 


MJ = Just another part of Munich. 

Speaking of Michael Jackson, this video does a pretty good job of showing exactly what I look like 90% of the time I'm in the kitchen. 





2. The latest Modern Family episode confirmed yet again that Cameron Tucker and I are the exact same person. Exactly. It is mildly terrifying. Even though I'm sure that none of you are in the least bit interested by the freakish similarities between me and TV's most loveable gay dad, I am taking notes to dedicate a whole post (with actual sentence structure) to this. The jist of it will probably be something along the lines of: Paulina Lopez and Cameron Tucker: Hypersensitive, passive aggressive, believe "the more you spend the more you save," invest way too much meaning on random events and cry for hours when others do not remember dozens upon dozens of these tiny but meaningful moments, own too many shirts, have an unhealthy relationship with food, etc.  Stay tuned.


3.  Why yes, I did see The Muppet Movie in theatres. Twice. I wouldn't want to see it a third time because everything about Walter makes me want to punch him in the face. Everything about Kermit makes me want to punch him in the face, too. It's the same feeling I got from Mickey Mouse, or Tommy from the Rugrats/All Grown Up, or Little Foot from The Land Before Time. There's something about these characters that makes me feel like I'm being conned.

4. I tried making a list of the top five worst Christmas songs, but all I could come up was Christmas with Weezer, the Christmas album my sister keeps playing around the house.



 I'm into celebrity Christmas albums as much as the next person, but whoever thought that a rock version of O Come All Ye Faithful and O Holy Night would be a good idea is doing the world a disservice.

5. I was going to write something about Herman Cain and Pokemon, but these guys say it best. Needless to say, I was crossing my fingers that he'd quote the ancient prophecy with the clever plot-twisting "ash" pun.

Friday, October 7, 2011

s.o.s.

I am currently sitting alone in a motel room in Texas trying very very hard not to think of the terrifying Texas motel scene in No Country For Old Men.















Friday, June 3, 2011

Listeria II: Goodbyes

The past week has seen a lot of losses. You might want to find a Kleenex box and scroll to the bottom of the post to refer to my handy list of Top Ten Goodbye Songs before continuing. You could also just pop in a NOW! cd, because most songs I put on the list have been on those compilations .. no surprise there.

1. Goodbye, crappy white Macbook.

After 3.5 years of constant use/abuse, you might think that this computer is totally unusable. That's sort of true, because it was totally unusable until 2 days ago, when it was given a new hard drive, new battery, and sent to Mexico.

This computer has seen me through the thick and think of my adolescence. When I was in France, it was my connection to Seth Cohen and Summer Roberts in Newport Beach. It was also my connection to people I actually knew/ college acceptance emails/lots of music, but most importantly it endured hours upon hours of Californiaaa Here We Coooome.

At Carleton, this computer saw me through my linguistics all-nighter, my Latin American Poetry all-nighter, my Arrested Development all-nighter, my English all-nighters, and my many many many studio art all-nighters. The night I was supposed to spend writing an art history essay, I instead spent in the library trying not to cry as Ernesto did his best to salvage my waterlogged computer. I had walked in the rain for 7 minutes, and 7 minutes was enough to ruin the laptop.

NOT! Because my computer is a FIGHTER and on the third day (or the fifteenthth day) it was risen from the dead in glory and splendor and with minimal screen damage. Not to draw inappropriate comparisons.. but that MacBook could've come straight out of the New Testament.

2. Goodbye, Memory Card

So about 36 hours ago I realized that my camera was missing its memory card. Seeing as how the last place I'd left it was approx. 2 inches away from my trash can, and how I've searched EVERYWHERE, I'm assuming it fell in and is now sitting in a landfill next to a bunch of pizza boxes and old tires. It's unfortunate because the neither the pizza boxes or the tires have any way to enjoy the 594 pictures that were on there, so they'll assume that Mr. Memory Card is just boring and quiet and they won't bother starting a conversation when actually he's got 594 stories to tell if anyone would just say "Hey."

3. Goodbye, Yellow Sunglasses
I'd been waiting 7 LONG MONTHS for there to be enough sun that I needed to wear these. Two weeks into that long-awaited springtime, I found away to drop, step on, and break the sunglasses all in half a second. That makes these the fourth pair of glasses I've stepped on in the past year. Owning glasses = constant heartbreak.

My life won't ever be the same without the three of you. Even if I try to replace each of you with bigger and better products, a little bit of me will always be stuck saying "Goodbye." I hope you'll be saying it back to me.

Top Ten Goodbye Songs (dedicated to Crappy MacBook, Memory Card, Yellow Sunglasses, and all of the other possessions I will someday break or misplace):

10. All I Have (ft. LL Cool J) - J. Lo. For all the times you don't want to say goodbye. For all the times J.Lo is bouncin' and you can't do anything about it but rap to try to convince her to stay. 'Instead of beefin come hold me, I promise I'm not a phony.'

9. Closing Time - Semisonic This song is the kind of thing that everyone pretends to hate, they roll their eyes when it starts playing and shake their heads at the DJ, but they secretly know all of the lyrics and get sort of sad when it's over. Also see The Graduation Song by Vitamin C and Good Riddance by Greenday.

8. Cry Me A River - Justin Timberlake So Justin tries to act very strong and detached during this song, but if you listen hard enough, you can tell that it's hurting him to leave. He's mad, and when people are mad they act detached and cold, but the verses in falsetto give him away. He's crying himself a river, that's how hard it is for him to say goodbye.

7. Won't Go Home Without You - Maroon 5 I guess this is another song that's more about not wanting to say 'Goodbye,' which makes it close enough to a Goodbye song.

6. Bye Bye Bye - N*Sync
It's cliche, but it would be blasphemous to NOT have this song on this list. Besides, I'm pretty sure that the Bye Bye Bye Clap has replaced the Wave Goodbye.

5. Let It Burn - Usher There's a fine line between a regular break-up song and an actual goodbye song. The typical break up song is mostly angry or bitter, and few are as emotionally well-rounded as this one. Or if not well-rounded, it's a little confusing as to who's leaving and who's staying, which automatically makes it DEEP. In a few days when I'm no longer procrastinating for my Modern Art final, maybe I'll do a post about how Let It Burn fits pretty well into the PostModern scheme of things. You're welcome in advance.

That's a joke, I hate postmodern things, postmodernism can push itself off a cliff please and thank you.

4. Ruby Tuesday - Rolling Stones This is the part of the list where things get serious. Like, I hear this song and I actually get sad, and it feels like the louder I sing the chorus the better I'll feel. I'm saving this one for the last Harry Potter movie - the credits will start rolling and I'll go, "GOOOOOODBYE, RUUUBY TUESDAY!"


3. You And I Both - Jason Mraz I have nothing snarky to say about this song, because it's very pretty and a little sad and a lot of fun to sing. It's also what plays inside my head every time I leave Rochester. One time I heard it in the HyVee gas station right before heading back to NoFo (that's right) and it made my whole night, because gas stations usually play more annoying things like "Lucky" or "I'm Yours", not good ones like this. I pretended to consider buying a bag of beef jerky so that I could stick around long enough to hear the whole song play.


2. I'm Gonna Find Another You - John Mayer Recently, I had a conversation with my brother about which John Mayer song he could play for me at the wedding, (since he's the best brother in the world and is willing to something like that for me) and after the third angsty anti-love song I suggested, we concluded that John Mayer songs might not be the most suitable for the event. They ARE, however, very suitable for So Longs and Farewells, and so this one made it onto this list.

1. Danke Schoen - Wayne Newton Remember that one amazing movie where the beautiful Matt Broderick wins over the city of Chicago with little more than a wink and a couple of dance moves? That amazing movie is the first thing I'm going to watch when I'm done with finals, and this amazing song is the first thing I'm gonna sing when I'm driving far far away from the cesspool that is Carleton College in about a year and four days. Because although Carleton is a terrible place, it's a terrible place that I somehow care about, and when I say "Goodbye," I want to do it right.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

How to Go to New York for Free

Read:
  • The Hours (worth it)
  • A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (not worth it)
  • The Princess Diaries (worth it )
  • From the Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler (so worth it)
  • The Great Gatsby (worth it)
  • Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (extra worth it)
  • The Cather in the Rye (not worth it)
  • The School Story (so worth it)
  • The Stand (worth it)
Watch:
  • The Devil Wears Prada
  • Ghostbusters
  • Along Came Polly
  • You've Got Mail
  • When Harry Met Sally
  • A Troll in Central Park
  • Annie
  • We're Back
  • August Rush
  • Big Daddy
  • Elf
  • Three Men and a Baby
  • Home Alone 2
  • James and the Giant Peach
  • Men in Black
  • West Side Story
  • King Kong
  • Tootsie
and so on.

Listen to:
  • Breakfast At Tiffany's
  • Crazy for this Girl
  • Maria, Maria
  • Spin Me Round (like a record)
  • No Hay Marcha en Nueva York
  • Killer Queen
  • Lovestoned