I'm gonna go ahead and say that this was a pathetic Oscar year, and I'm going to base that very sophisticated and I'm sure valued decision on the fact that I have seen none of the winning films (save The Bourne Ultimatum which won for sound and editing). It's not that mere fact that I didn't see any of the films, but more the fact that I had virtually no desire to (besides Juno and perhaps Michael Clayton) and the movies that won were even decried by the Vatican as showing America as a "hopeless" society. What happened to truly good movies? We can be artistic and talented and moving without being morbid and shocking and rated R. At least I think we can. I'll take a line from Bob Halligan at this point and say I'll stick with my own.
Side note--gorgeous day out. Got to walk around at Wash Park, which, let's be honest, makes any day better. A piece of mine was selected for publication in our school's literary journal, which I think I've already shared with most people who would care, but the reason I'm proud is not so much that I was selected, but that I had the guts to submit in the first place, because I've always wanted to do that kind of thing and never felt I had anything good enough to show. And I have the most wonderful friends in the whole world. Friends that make me smile, let me cry, share a meal, or a walk, or a phone call, or even a memory. Friends that can turn a day around just because. Friends that make life worthwhile. So thanks to all of you, because if you're wondering if it applies to you, it probably does. You rock.
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