mood: frozen music: 'sometimes' by my bloody valentine

this sunday's a bit different than most.

first off, i don't have school tomorrow, and that's always a plus. it's a faculty inservice day, so all the teachers have to meet at loyola for some retreat thing. apparently it's some sort of religious thing; i know because one of my teachers is head of the theology department and was telling us a little about it. i often wonder if they grumble as much as the students would if we were forced to come in like that. i say many of them do; we have a very cynical group that runs our school.

second, my dad ran a marathon today in the OC. newport beach, to be exact. this was his second race, the first being the long beach marathon, and he finished 26.2 miles in 4 hours and 35 minutes, which is very quick, and that's not taking into account that he's turning 53 this month. oh and the rain was coming down in torrents this morning, so he was cold and in danger of cramps. hooray for father! i hope i'm in half the shape he's in at 53.

the other night i was talking to one of my friends about horror movies. i, myself, am most definitely not a fan of being scared shitless, and when i made this point to him, he said something like, 'well nobody likes to get scared...', at which point i interjected and contradicted him.

of course people like to be scared! of the most popular genres of movies to go see, horror is up there in the top ranks.

so he eventually concurred and we kept talking about random things, until another point came up. he started telling me about a movie preview in which an attractive young woman's face is shown against a blank background and a voice starts talking saying something to the effect of, 'this is jane doe. 24 years old. this is jane doe's voice.' and a voice, presumably hers, starts saying the standard, 'hello, my name is jane doe.' and he was telling me that at this point in the theatre he was getting kinda creeped out, but he didn't know why.

well, recently i did a short oral presentation on edward hopper, a realist who painted during the 'inter-war' period in america. the basic concept of his paintings, in my opinion, is to paint something so ordinary, so familiar, that it just doesn't seem right.

think about it: when you see families on t.v. like the cleaver family or the brady bunch that on first view are perfect families, there's an uneasiness about you. if you stare at an object long enough, you'll notice slight imperfections. in the case of the movie preview, the fact that it's so sterile and to the point is very weird. the voice, too standard. the woman, too beautiful. we search for things to be irregular. we've come to expect it. think of that classic sitcom storyline: guy finds girl, girl is his perfect match, guy realizes she is his perfect match, they break up.

everything in life is imperfect, and if it isn't, then that's the imperfection.

in our minds, at least...

so today, it feels like things have stopped, not much unlike normal sundays. but at least i don't have to make that rush for homework tonight. knowing me, i'll probably be making it tomorrow night though.

still, december 5th seems like a day i'd promised myself i'd remember. i don't know why, though. i'll think about it, maybe it'll come back eventually.

coffee would be really good about now.

---Goei---