"Les Misérables" trailer

OHMYGALIFREY THIS LOOKS FANTASTIC. I've watched the trailer four times and gotten shivers every time. If I watch it anymore, I think my hardened emotionless exterior will crack and I'll convert into a ridiculously blubbery mess of feelings.

I've actually only watched (the old) "Les Misérables" movie once, and I didn't pay attention to much of it but I know enough that I feel that (1) the story is fantastic, (2) the characters are amazing and (3) the music is phenomenal. Which is good enough for me for me to be insanely excited, even more so than when I usually am when I see the imminent unleashing of a potentially fantastic movie.

This is such a good trailer (however slightly misleading, as it kind of doesn't focus on the main character) and I hope that the movie can live up to it. It has so much potential. BAH, I'm looking forward to it so much.
Love,
-J-

The joy of sock launching

Today offered the perfect opportunity to remove my socks and throw them at a performance.  

At the "Got Talent" competition, one of the performers I'm acquainted with prefaced his band's cover of "Lonely Boy" by saying "I hope we take your socks off." I exchanged looks with the girl sitting next to me and we simultaneously took off our socks, balled them up and threw them at the end of the song. I'm glad the band fully appreciated having several pairs of socks launched at them from the front row.

However, I did have to crawl backstage to retrieve them from tech crew, eventually.

I feel like my life is ever so slightly enriched because of that moment of anonymously throwing socks at a band as a gesture of appreciation.
Love,
-J-

Becoming a hippie.

I'm considering becoming a hippie this summer. By hippie, I mean at least trying out being a vegetarian, supporting local businesses, attempting to become less materialistic, being more eco-friendly, etc. For no apparent reason it hit me today that I should (and I want to) be making a conscious effort towards those things.

Also, I want a hammock.

This conscious effort towards these things will seem a little hypocritical if I get hired by a chain/ a large corporation. Which, if anybody bothers to hire me, it is probably going to be the case. 

Now I could insert my usual gripping about not having a job, but I will use this opportunity to state that even though the place I was taking driver's ed from shut down when I had a single remaining driving hour, I state joyously that I finally got a letter that allows me to go to another driving school for that last hour. There is a small possibility that I can get my license before summer!
Love,
-J-

Partying, partying yeah.

So, my thoughts on my first high school party . . .

First of all, I greatly admire Reeves' parents' insanity by allowing thirty rowdy, drinking teenagers over to their house. They made us food and told us to drink out of red cups because if they saw bottles they would take them away. Those were their only rules for us.

At first the party was a little awkward because there were so many people, most of whom I kind of knew, but none I could really stick with. After people began drinking, the groups because more defined, as the people who were drinking and those who weren't. The majority of the people I was hanging with weren't drinking for whatever reasons. We eventually ended up sitting outside with pulled pork sandwiches while drunk people danced inside and yelled to obnoxiously loud pop music. We still had a good time 'drunk watching' and witnessing David tipping backwards and getting legitimately stuck in a folding lawn chair for several minutes (impressively, while completely sober).

I found that at a point that I could begin dividing people into the amusing drunks and pitiful drunks. There was this one couple who would slowly stagger outside every five minutes while supporting each other, give each other a few quick pecks, and step back inside, completely oblivious to the group of eight people on the lawn who were watching them in these recurring episodes. The one pitiful drunk that I could find was this 9th grade guy who staggered outside, took great pains in laying down on the grass, complained in various accents that he had to walk home after the party, stood up and staggered back inside. I walked in a few minutes later to see him sitting on a couch by himself in an empty room, drinking straight out of a wine bottle in his hipster glasses and backwards baseball cap.

My conclusion on my first high school party is that it was a reasonably good time. Possibly because even though I didn't know people that well, I'm still pretty comfortable with them. I approve. And I can cross something off my summer list, despite it not quite being summer yet.
Love,
-J-