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"Tu sors avec une personne spéciale?"

was the question my French teacher asked me for today’s lesson.

Much to my chagrin I answered , “Non, je ne sors pas avec une personne spéciale.”

Thanks for the reminder, teach!

After I responded, my teacher says “C’est une question indiscrète, non?” Um, hell yes. It didn’t help much that the girl sharing my book with me had to ask, “What did she ask you?” and I had to repeat my answer in English.

Goddamn, and then at the bus stop I saw this BJ Brovak-looking guy give his pasty-faced girlfriend a kiss on her forehead. Her forehead. How cute was that? Let me tell you, it was super cute. He was holding onto his bike getting ready to part with her and they were just hugging right there and they looked so dorky and awkward. If they can do it, I can do it!

I feel like everybody is coupling up lately and I’m still—cue Eric Carmen song—Alll byyy myyyseeeelllffff.

I dunno. Things are good, bad, confusing and strange all at once for me right now. If my emotions were a painting they’d probably look like “Guernica.” Overstatement? Maybe a little, but whatever I’m all over the place right now.

I just need to find somebody who can tolerate my awkwardness, my insecurities, my, well, I guess everything, y’know? I mean, that’s what everybody wants but fuck, it’s so difficult. And when I think I’ve found somebody (which is really rare), either the odds are not in my favor or I just don’t know how to function in those types of situations. Or both.

Je ne sais pas, je ne sais pas. Ma vie est étrange en ce moment.

les réponses à vos questions/commentaires.

do you like richard linklater’s films? (I mean the ones he wrote the screenplay for).

I’ve only seen Waking Life, Dazed and Confused, Before Sunrise, and bits of Slacker and I enjoyed all of those. I have a feeling, though, that I’d get kind of annoyed with Slacker after awhile, but I still really want to finish watching it. That Me and Orson Welles film looks terrible and not only because Zac Efron is in it (I almost typed Zach Braff.). Then again, I hate to judge films prematurely. BUT THAT TRAILER IS TERRIBLE AND REALLY MAKES ME NOT WANT TO WATCH IT. But I will probably watch it, maybe not in theatres, but later when it’s on DVD and I’m visiting home and my mom forces me to watch it with her at 10PM over a bowl of cereal. I can seriously picture this. My mom’ll ask, “What did that guy come out in?” in reference to Zac Efron and I’ll have to explain that he was in High School Musical and she’ll just say, “Ohhhhh.” And I’ll look like the stupid one.

But anyway, yes. The short answer: I like Linklater films.

pretty much everything you post i want to be like “yeah totally i know forever” but most of the time you’re not on aim or something. nausea is really good, right? yo. it’s nate btw, nosex. black moon was sweet. etc.

I didn’t know whether to respond to this here or on some other social media platform, but I decided to do it here. Hi hi hi, Nate! Nausea is great. I did not mean to rhyme there, but it happened. It’s taking me forever to read Nausea because I’m, like, “hella busy” or whatever my California peers say these days. I read about 20 pages in my geography class today, though. “Sartre is smartre.” Also, glad you liked Black Moon!

I like your tumblr a whole lot. We’d probably be friends irl. But who am I? That’s one secret I’ll never tell.

xoxo Gossip Girl

JK,
abirdinthemouth

Thank you thank you. Haha, my roommate always makes fun of that xoxo Gossip Girl stuff. I’ve never seen the show. I remember some of my friends got super into it and then stopped watching. My only contact with Gossip Girl is through acquaintances’ statuses on Facebook. “OMG GOSSIP GURL 2NITE. LOL! LUV ITTTT!”

Anyway, I went on a tangent. I really do appreciate your “we’d probably be friends” statement—it makes me feel that posting stuff on Tumblr isn’t just an activity to pass time, but that I’m actually entertaining others and it’s always good to know that my actions are extending more than three feet away from me.

Oh no you gave in…I’ve been a bit weary about getting my own. But anyway…HIHI! This is FECKLESSS. YOU ARE THE BEEZKNEEZ. I KNOW YOU. LET’S DRINK TEA TOGETHER AND LISTEN TO MUSIKZ.

Yeah yeah yeah tea, music. Let’s get to important matters—when are you going to kidnap Nick Cave?

oh hi! what do I do here? I can do a little dance maybe.

I like you and your tumblr! well, I don’t actually know you, but I think I would like you if I met you in person. you also post film stills of all of my favorite movies and that makes my day.

Oh no, anonymous. :( I am glad my little online well of images has the ability to brighten your day. I wish I knew who you were. I would ask you to reveal your identity, but if you wanted me to know you’d have included yr name. Oh wellz. I’ll “accept the mystery.” Have you seen A Serious Man?

I’m not just addressing you, mystery person, but whomever is reading this right now: If you have not seen A Serious Man, go see it. I had to watch that shit* TWICE. Which isn’t that many times, but it’s more than usual?

*= I’m trying to be colloquial. I don’t actually think that film was shit. The shit, yes. But not shit.**
**=I know I didn’t have to explain my use of “shit.” Consider this a bloggy tribute to David Foster Wallace.

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Anyway, I started my Tumblr nearly exactly a year ago and since then I feel like I am becoming more “vocal” on here. I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. I’m hesitant to post this again, but I like reading your responses. »CLICK«

On Thursday I ordered a bunch of Criterion DVDs from Barnes & Noble

and had them delivered to my parents’ house so I could have something to look forward to when I visit home for my Thanksgiving break—because having to write essays and  endure familial arguments is going to be annoying.

This is a text my mother sent me just now:

All of your movies are here including black oqpheus :-)

Thanks for being text-illiterate, Mom. Luv u!

On an unrelated note, Grizzly Bear’s “Veckatimest” is AMAZING. I can’t stop listening to “Dory.” Can’t stop, won’t stop.