Firstly-- the infamous $700 billion economic bailout package has finally and officially been approved by the House and by G-Bush. (we all know that George is a straight-up G) Although seemingly good news for the Wall Street crisis, this is also rather dismal news for myself. My mission to single-handedly save the economy through ridiculously overpriced patent-leather heels down in SoHo, now seems depressingly futile. Oh well, being an undercover fashionista Wall Street savior was great while it lasted--even considering the penniless consequences!
Secondly-- this is world history everybody: I wore my soft and wonderful Lumberjack shirt today, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER. (deep breaths people, deep breaths) Oh the joys of turquoise plaid flannel! But in all honesty, this was a relatively huge deal in the life of Julia. I had forewarned my buds about my shirt, with praises of love and joy, and I don't think that today was a letdown. Matta fact, I think I looked pretty good! (Blogging is bringing out my inner confidence. Note to self: blog more)
Thirdly-- Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist came out today! Can we get a hip-hip for cute geeky teen indie flicks? I have to say, though Michael Cera is only capable of playing the same adorable nerd with varying degrees of instrumental-use and orangish tic-tac fixations, he never ceases to make me gush. And I mean, gush, in the girliest way possible. And it's not just him! Boys and men alike, who act like him, apply to the gushness as well! What a horrifying comfort it is to know that I will consistently melt to any dork who is relatively musically-inclined and has a cute and vulnerable puppydog demeanor! (shall I jump out the window now, or later?) I must say, I was a little dissappointed with the movie; I thought there were some very awkward and unnecessary remarks, like when the bitch/skank/ex-girlfriend of the movie jeers Kat Dennings, the main girl, for not being able to have an orgasm. I mean, really people? Really? Is this really what years of "yo mama" and fat people jokes have lead to-- now we're making fun of one's ability to screech during a pivotal point in sex? Come on now people, come on. All things considered, Nick and Norah's was endearing. With the span of the movie lasting from 3PM to 6AM on an action-packed Friday night, it was appropriately filled with head-bopping alternative indie rock music, glorious love pentagons (yes, I counted the side-story love of those hottie gay boys), unsanitary yet enchanting barf scenes, diseased bubble-gum interactions, an interesting strip tease by the Hudson River, and awkward dialect between newfound hipster teens of New Jersey! I enjoyed my three hours worth of time watching N&N's-- partly because Michael Cera is coffee-dunking-cute, partly because Vampire Weekend's new song "Ottoman" played during credits (so good guys, buy the soundtrack!), and partly because my Times Square movie seat was so damn comfy! (CURSE YOU, man-who-kicked-me-out-after-the-credits-rolled-down! There I was, an innocent AMC movie watcher, taking in the last of my comfortable-movie-seat-alter-ego-life, which I should add, is so hard to come by these days of shitty seats, and bam! An old man gives me the dirty look and yells at me to "LEAVE!", when there were a solid nine other people left in the theater.)And the most exciting news of today?
This very blog, In A Hot Cross Bun World, is born!
(I'll explain my choice of title next post)
So get ready to read the semi-interesting and semi-comical and semi-pathetic life of, well, me!
Signing off, tired and blogged-out,
Julia
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