Ataque de Pánico! (Panic Attack!)

Some guy from Uruguay uploaded this video he made with a budget of $300 onto YouTube, and now he has been offered a $30million contract to make a Hollywood film.



I like it because Robots are cool. All kinds of Robots. I also am very proud of the Uruguayan man who now has a 30million dollar Hollywood movie to make. Go the people. Here is the BBC article:  http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/8417789.stm

I'm on a music kick

I have been spending every waking moment in the Library since Friday, the 11th. Therefore, after my exam got out at 5pm tonight, I did not feel bad taking the rest of the day off.
- ate Coconut Shrimp Tacos at Cafe Rio with my mom, Lynda, Robert and Baby Simon
- went with my mom and Lynda to a neighbors house to eat many tasty treats while looking at the hundreds and hundreds of nativities set up all over her house (a Celtic nativity scene, and a modern interpretive scene were among my favorites)
- watched "So You Think You Can Dance" with Lynda and voted for Katy and Russell
- wrote a poem about everything outside of library walls being foreign
- searched music blogs
I do not feel bad for these things that I have done. I don't think I've ever felt more OK about relaxing than I do right now. And I'm really happy about the music I have listened to on various music blogs. I would like you to click on this link that will play the song called Generator Second Floor by Freelance Whales: http://thetorturegarden.org/generatorsecondfloor.mp3 It's kind of the epitome of an indie song (according to me and what it is that I know), but I am also an epitome to some things, I'm sure. Anyway, I like the song.
Now I'm going to sleep and early morning it's back to the library again. 2 exams down, 2 exams to go.

First Aid Kit - Our Own Pretty Ways

Yeah...

I really like my family.

Thanksgiving

I had an amazing Thanksgiving weekend. I played rock band in good company and did not do poorly on medium difficulty of the drums. I set important goals. I went tubing in Park City with dear friends and it was pure exhilarating pleasure. I cleaned the house. I cuddled. I never felt lonely. It was the perfect mix of productivity, relaxation and joy. It did end on a sad note. But if sad things had to happen, that was a good time because my Thanksgiving break was not ruined.

For a brief moment on Thanksgiving Day, I thought about what I was grateful for. Whenever I mull over things I’m grateful for, “trials” always pops into my head. I’m not sure exactly why that happens, I have some theories that involve comparing myself to emo kids. But anyway, you think I would have learned by now, because without fail when I think of being grateful for trials, greater ones always come. I don’t even remember what trials I was thinking of when I was grateful for trials. That’s how insignificant they were compared to now.

I think the trial is not an event that has happened. The trial is learning how to grow and be a better person because of said event. I’m grateful the Lord sees what potential I can grow into and trusts I can handle certain things, it’s kind of flattering. It is not flattering that am constantly compelled to be humble. I’m grateful for my family, they are kind of great at being family member parts. And… I suppose I’m still grateful for trials.

Read

I just finished reading The Road, by Cormac McCarthy. I have no words that could tell you exactly how I feel. If I could find them, they would be similar to "how sad," "how horrible" and "hope was too late." Something like that.

Books I will read next:
The Little Prince, by Antoine De Saint-Exupery
Love Poems from God, translated by Daniel Ladinsky
The Princess Bride, by William Goldman
Out of Mao's Shadow, by Philip P. Pan
The book underneath my couch... something about dogs...


Maybe you think the reason I haven't posted for so long is because now I just read all the time. That's not true. I have lots of things to do that keep me from posting on my blog. But I like blogging, and I will continue to work on being more consistent in expressing myself through this medium.

Feel free to suggest other books I should read.

"Why?"?

Sometimes, when boys do nice things for me, I feel like the wicked witch of the China east. Like right now as I stare at this vase of roses. How could I not want to return the favor with an equally kind gesture? How can this be? Such inequality.

Sad wild thing.

I watched Where the Wild Things Are last night. It made me so sad and I never want to watch it again. It was all fine until one particularly sad wild thing said, "when you go home, will you say nice things about us?" I don't know why that gets me, but it does.

Maybe it's because lots of people I love have moved away from me and I miss them. Maybe it's because I just moved away from other lots of people who I love. Maybe it's because I have no concept of home. Maybe it's because I don't say nice things.

Or maybe I was sad because it showed just how much effort this sad wild thing put into saying what he said, and it made me understand just how sad this particular wild things was. We have such complex (and sometimes painful) relationships with others, most times we just want to be loved.

happiness, happiness, happineeessssss

It's rather selfish of me to be sad about my own insignificant and uncontrollable miseries. I resolve to feel mostly sad about other people's sadness. AND AT THE SAME TIME I will also have hope for them.