michelle wie and hugh butt

my new heroes inspire me to do the following: get my ears pierced, grow taller, create nude sculptures, and appreciate hobbies.

to celebrate the latest spring-like weather trends here in the midwest, i like to throw on my favorite skirt and meet erin for late lunches. the other day i drove around with sunglasses and sun warmth and danced to the gorillaz song on the radio, feeling young and cool for the first time in a while. a little sun does wonders.

after watching whale rider, i missed that type of tradition that i was never born with. these people (american indian vs. native american, same diff?) worshipped whales, which automatically makes them cool in my book. granted the entire plot is based on challenging the ancient patriarchal traditions, their culture of inheritance and ceremony and chants that i could never master is most admirable. in comparison, the traditions that i call traditions seem "empty and overhyped", reflecting on this recent christmas when i demanded that we make real mashed potatoes.

the other movie i watched with whale rider was pretty persuasion with evan rachael woods. she scares me so much. even with cute ron livingston and jay leno's recommendation, i did not enjoy this movie. it was sickening to see the artsy brutal reality of dysfunctional families and uber-bitchy girls pushed to the extreme and still supposed to be seen as, somehow, art.

so, back to school. maybe that explains the out-of-sort-ness i've been experiencing lately. my brain is rejecting the idea of its not-so-distant future use. but first, hearing em make an HD reference in her sermon tomorrow morning (oh i wish) and a lot of laundry loads.

i've given up on grown-up books for now. gossip girl #8 has sex in every chapter!