post-oscar

i dreamt that i was at the oscars and right after i accepted an award i went looking for the toilet. when i got back to my seat the person in front of me was all,"where were you!(hissing)" and i was, "uh? i had to go?" and she said, "you're not supposed to go by yourself! you were supposed to wait for the person to take you!" and, she had a point. because i got lost on the way back and had taken a longer, confusing route. but all i said was, "but i HAD TO GO!!!"

tears for matilda

i was excited over heath ledger's posthumous oscar win, and then my friend went, "it went to a dead person? what's the point?"

what's the point, good sir?

the point is he deserved accolades for good acting, dead or alive.

the point is what a memorable momento of her father it would make for matilda.

the point is, i don't know how to describe why i'm feeling the way i am feeling over an american award show.

babci is grandma in polish but i haven't been to poland

"i'm a grandma."

"how so?"

"a stranger dude wanted to be my friend on facebook. born in 85. i asked him if we knew each other and he replied, 'if u wanna know more call this phone number.' i was all, 'get off my lawn you pesky kid.' "

"heeee."

"and the other i saw shall we dance, and, i think richard gere can court me anytime."

"well, he IS dapper."

"and juno? when i first got wind of it i really thought it'd be about juno, wife of zeus."

"that's not being a grandma. that's being a smarty-pants greek mythology freak."

"but i do think diablo cody is a wicked awesome name, and i have desires to attend a fall out boy concert."

"oh honey, you're like the cool babci."

austen-ish narration

Opening a Jane Austen novel is like coming back to a place you love the most after being away for some time. Although my dreams thence onwards would be filled with austen-ish narration but that is just a tiny price to pay for this boundless love.

 

Currently reading Mansfield Park.

 

 

this is a test

My recent password invention is jonasbro. I KNOW. I am the ship, she has sunken.

Donna Tartt: The Secret History

I’d make this into a movie.

You know that guy on CSI: NY, the one who is blond and wears glasses? Kinda scrawny, a little nerdy? He’d be Bunny.

Camilla could be played by Reese Witherspoon. She’d be perfect, and I’d love to see her in a more serious, meatier role. No doubt Gwyneth Paltrow could pull Camilla off too, but I don’t like her very much.

Delicious James Franco could be Francis.

Who would be beautiful, stoic, almost unbreakable Henry? Christian freaking Bale.

I don’t know who could be Charles, though.

Richard would be Ethan Hawke channeling his Dead Poets Society days, or Matt Damon circa The Talented Mr. Ripley.

I realize these people are 10 and more years older than the characters, but then again they are not your average, normal 20-something-year olds. They are twisted and dark and young actors, the ones gracing The Gossip Girl or 90210? They don’t have an ounce of strength to pull it off.