
What on earth? Someone from the UK mailed me a package with the customs declaration “low value gift”. And they got my postal code wrong.
Didn’t shave, put anything in my hair, or wear anything particularly nice, and yet I felt attractive today. Someone explain this to me.
Remember how I was all like I can’t stop listening to Love and Greed, and it’s not even the best song on the album? But I never mentioned the best song on the album, which is Violet’s Constellations, here:
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
So Darren sent me this e-mail today:
from: Darren
to: Jeff
subject: i don’t really knowhe says whereeeeee where are youuuuuuuuuu he says where are you goooooo-annnnnn!!!!!!!!!!
sheet
I’m gonna go see Magneta Lane with Jeff on Feb. 12 ion toronto
COME COME COME!!CF a little later? I’m waiting for some guy to release some shares online
And the subject + first line are the lyrics in the best part of Violet’s Constellations in the last verse, when Lexi is singing as the keyboard kicks in again.
This is how in tune I am with Darren.
And then news of them IN CONCERT, when I had to miss the Blonde Redhead concert in Toronto last time to take part in Pat and Jen’s wedding rehearsal. I’ll definitely be taking the day off to join them this time around. Maybe visit my dad too, since that’s his birthday.
(Isn’t it insane that out of 2384 posts I have right now, I can remember the entries for these specific events?)
I almost stole a cat. Unfortunately for me, her owners totally deserve her.
Why is it so so so awkward to be the first person to leave a party?
GTA 4 is the only game where you can drive a crackhead to her dealer for a fix a feel chivalrous.
An officer two lanes down gave me a very suspicious look as we were stopped at a red and I was dancing in my car. Did he think I was rollin?
Audio clip: Adobe Flash Player (version 9 or above) is required to play this audio clip. Download the latest version here. You also need to have JavaScript enabled in your browser.
(This first. Listen to the clarity of the lower octave notes that Regina adds in waves and waves at the end of the chorus; you can tell it’s a quality grand piano just from how those notes resonate — an upright would sound much muddier at the low end. This is the song that plays on day (408) and it’s fucking perfect. Also, title from the lyrics.1)
It would appear that someone made a movie of my last relationship, and (500) Days of Summer is to #8 as Eternal Sunshine was to #4. The interesting part is that it was released early last year, during the relationship, and I wonder if it would have changed anything on my end, had I seen it then. And if she saw it now, would she understand things from my perspective? Or does she understand already? And if other people saw it, would they understand how one could unwittingly get their hopes up when things are so clear from the beginning?
I’m so glad Marc Webb, the director, treated the material with such grace. You can tell it was based on experience because the tender moments come from a real place (co-writer Scott Neustadter admitted Summer was based on a girl who “returned his kisses but not his ardor”). In an interview, Joseph Gordon-Levitt said, “I’ve had my heart broken before. Truly, truly broken. But when I look back at me in my heartbroken phase, it’s pretty hilarious, because it felt so much more extreme than it really was. One of the things I love about (500) Days of Summer is that it doesn’t make light of what we go through in romances [emphasis mine], but it is honest about it and shows it for what it is, which is often profoundly funny”, and I completely agree. I also appreciate the fact that they don’t villainize Summer because she never takes advantage of Tom2, and at the same time, it doesn’t make the agonizing days he goes through any less significant or difficult. In a profound way, it brings justification to everything I was (or am) going through. I suppose I’m just waiting for the punchline.
Hah.
Watching it has left me feeling emotionally devastated lately, almost as if I’ve regressed, and lost months of progress. John says it’s because seeing it was like seeing her again, reliving the entire thing from day one, from when we had met in the office. Like a recovering alcoholic falling off the wagon and taking his first sip in 5 years. That doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate the message, and as well as the recommendation to watch the movie from Darren.
Even though I’ve tried to completely forget and move on, I’ve come to learn it’s not that easy. It’s almost as if you have to accept the all the memories, both good and bad, as much as you accept your own qualities and flaws.
The days, months, years you spend with someone significant will inevitably change and shape you. To deny them is to deny yourself.
I found it fascinating to trace the plot developments to parts of my own story. The entries I’ve written over the last two years echo the sentiments so strikingly in dialogue, songs, and voice-overs.
Things in blockquotes are either narrator voice-over or directors notes. I listed the events linearly too (even though the film is presented in non-linear fashion) for the sake of clarity. It’s also interesting to see how the calendar title cards change backgrounds, from bright and sunny, to red and simmering, to grey and bleak.

This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen, of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he’d never truly be happy until the day he met “the one”.
From my entry The Penultimate Letter — “My whole life, I looked for someone like you. Someone who was capable of raising me to my potential, someone who was worthy of the love I have to offer. But even then, I never knew I was capable of a love that resonated so deeply in my person.”
Hurtin’.
Kind words always help me fall asleep.
Is it weird that I want to try chocolate on chicken strips. If honey (sweet) or cream sauces (milky) work, why not? #hungry
I was invited to a night of black magic (as well as some tasty antipasto), and I didn’t know what to expect. Part of the instructions were to bring a large piece of construction paper, a white pencil crayon, and a piece of paper with something written on it that I want to be rid of in my life. Turns out the construction paper was to make our hats and chains, and the pencil crayon was to fashion said hats and chains with our power symbols (something with meaning to each person). I was also given a phrase to memorize and incant during the ceremony.
There were glow sticks, good food1, and great people. I won’t go into details about the ritual, for revealing too much, as I understand it, is akin to telling people your birthday wish. Needless to say, I hope to wake up to some growth down south (aka expansion to drilling operations in the wildlife preserve) one of these days, if you catch my drift.
Another drawback to the baby oil moisturizing solution: smelling like a baby isn’t very attractive. At least, I hope not.
I feel like an adult.