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2006-11-13 || 2:18 p.m. || overture || we were hoping the storm yesterday would be as epic as television news was promising. we were hoping for candlelit living room and no working alarm clocks or televisions. we were hoping for stay-home monday, even though i was suffering from cabin fever, seeing as i only got out of the house three times over the weekend, with one of the times not really counting because i was wearing my xxxlarge drool-stained "special lady" sweatshirt (favorite article filed under category: attire of slack and depression) under my coat, and it's kind of like an umbilical cord to the couch. end very long sentence. i watched several movies*. 79% of leaves have blown off the trees of our neighborhood so that everything - streets, lawns, cars, the cemetery up the street - is blanketed with yellow, and while driving last night i realized this is that special time you want to keep shoving soggy leaves into your pockets because after a while they'll be gone and all you'll be left with is tree skeletons for months and months. bleak. it's bleak. *one of these movies was East of Eden starring my boyfriend James Dean, my girlfriend Julie Harris, and the object of my current affection, Lois Smith. please go rent EoE and pay strict attention to the barmaid Anne. she is so amazingly beautiful and young-fawnlike that you'll want to pause the movie several times to just look. to see how shadows fall on her face and how one side of her mouth pulls up when she smiles and how gangly and awkward she is and you'll want to draw her, she's so lovely. she's only in the movie for fewer than five minutes, but if you get the DVD you can see her in silent wardrobe tests standing alongside James Dean, refusing his cigarette, scolding him with words you can't quite make out. it was beautiful. the two of them together, especially. they had to keep their heads close together a few times during the tests, and all these feelings flash across their faces. she looks almost scared a few times, or maybe just has the dizzy panic feeling you get when having your face that close to a boy's is still foreign and scary. since it's silent, it's like you're eavesdropping on a secret. Lois! Smith! guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |