I had a lovely time at the doctor’s office this morning.
I’ve finally finished my analysis of The Darjeeling Limited. I’m pretty sure I’m going to get an A.
today I had a Starbucks mocha frappuccino for the very first time in my life and then I biked a furious one mile to meet my IRL OTP Kurlecki at the park by my house but I had to be home by 5:15 because I had homework so then I biked home a ferocious one mile once more and now I’m just relaxing and I get to analyze a movie of my choice for literature and guess what I’m watching
The Darjeeling Limited
this is beautiful The Darjeeling Limited-watching weather
my opening paragraph: “Set in the vibrant golden sunsets of India, The Darjeeling Limited is not a movie for entertainment, but a work of art. Director Wes Anderson explores the journey to spiritual enlightenment in life through metaphors and symbols relevant not only to the characters, but to anyone of an open mind.”
…I enjoy feigning intelligence in my assignments
tonight honestly feels like summer and it’s only March and all I can think about right now is hot air ballooning this summer vacation as well as going up to Mikey’s lakehouse and riding in the back of his pickup truck and kayaking in his lake (jk more like my friends kayaking, and me tying my kayak on the back of theirs because I has no upper body strength) and looking up at the stars and resting heads on shoulders and holding hands and feeling sore after running everyday and biking over to my friend’s house listening to “Judas” by Lady Gaga on repeat and watching Filipino soap operas with her eating ice cream and making macaroni and cheese with garlic salt and going to the pool and getting as brown as a milk chocolate bar and breathing in summery air that tastes like wonderful blissful carefree happiness
summer vacation is eighty-two days away
We’re learning about Steinbeck and Hemingway and Fitzgerald in my literature class. And, just as we got to watch The Age of Innocence for the realistic period, we get to watch Midnight In Paris for the modernistic era.
While I was reading TFiOS I took post-it notes and marked every line, dialogue, quote, or scene that I particularly loved.
The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars / But in ourselves.
I’ve grown up thinking everyone watched and loved every Disney movie like I did
I still get shocked when someone says “I haven’t watched The Hunchback of Notre Dame”
it’s like
what did you do as a child
because obviously all I did was sit around screaming at the TV when Kocoum got shot in Pocahontas
I love the shift from season to season. I love opening my window for the first time in months to chase out the stale air that accumulated in my room during the winter. I love the change in humidity and temperature and how everything suddenly feels so light and free, and how the sun sets more gold and at a later hour. I love filling my lungs with the air that holds all these changes.
I’m so exhausted. But in a good way. I usually get drained from pining for happiness rather than actually feeling it. But right now I’m emotionally exhausted because I had such a good day. Yay.
I want to start reading TFiOS so bad. But my eyes are already half-closed, so goodnight everyone ♥
I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good Saturday this entire school year.
I went prom dress shopping with one of my best friends. We tried on some of the most gorgeous dresses I’ve ever seen on a department store clothing rack. And we went home with the intent of watching a marathon of Supernatural, but decided to call up Mikey, who came over—then we went to the park and met up with Caroline. Three best friends on a Saturday of good weather = very happy Manilyn indeed. And then it was the golden hour and Mikey and I were running around in the field waving our ukuleles screaming “Home” by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros at the top of our lungs and then meeting up with Jenna’s boyfriend Mitch with whom I ship Jenna so hard it’s not even funny—and we were just talking and laughing and running around—and then, I learned that Mitch’s favorite show, other than Supernatural, is Whose Line.
You did good, Jenna. You did good.
So we devoted like, ten minutes to discussing Whose Line and Whose Live and RyCol and Cheff and all the good things and then another half hour to Improv-a-Ganza (it was the Short Fuse episode) and I was just looking around at the people I was surrounded with and felt so so so satisfied and happy and fulfilled because I hate being by myself—
And then, like every other rare night that I happen to spend with friends, we decided to go outside and lie down and just stare at the stars. And we were all laughing and holding hands and I was just enjoying everyone’s presence and to quote Perks I have to say, I felt infinite.
Okay. I’m not letting this upset me too much. I had a fantastic day. I ran a mile. Met one of my best friends and her boyfriend at the park where we just sat in his car with the windows down and the radio on. Sixty-five degree weather, not a cloud in sight… today was a beautiful day and I’m not letting my parents ruin it. Seventy-two days until Whose Live.
