to do list:

Life has been pleasantly uneventful since the return from Newport. 

Fourth of July was a bit too eventful, but there were fireworks, and in the end, that is all that matters. Thanks to Natalie for having a beautiful party and an endless supply of mango rum, vodka&punch, and apricot beer.

also, a very special thanks to Jesus for getting everybody home safely and making sure my camera wasn't broken.

However, no matter how unfortunate it may be, not every day can be the Fourth of July. Thus, between applying for jobs and getting ready to bail on LA for two weeks on the 14th, my time has mostly been consumed by:

Movies:

How I fell in love with Charlie Bartlett.

If you haven't seen this film yet, rent it (or Netflix, you lazy bastards). You will not be sorry. 

CB is one of those movies that people rent for Rob Downey Jr. and end up loving because of the underdog. Boy hottie Charlie serenades us on the grand piano, laughs, cries, has sex for the very first time, and counsels those around him from a bathroom stall. All the while teaching us that the only hope we'll ever really know is the comfort that comes from not fitting in and realizing that rather than alienating us, we are more-so united. Anton Yelchin was heartbreaking and hilarious and well worth the $3.50+ at Ho-Vid.

(Don't forget to watch for 3, yes 3, of your favorite Degrassi alumni cameos).

Sanity vs. Normalcy has never been so... cute?

Find a dirty independent theater (or pay 14 bucks at the Hollywood Arc-Light like we did) to see The Wackness.

Wet, hot, 1994 NYC summer. 1 hour and 45 minutes of epic psychologist/patient team-worked drug deals, sexy summertime beach sex, heartbreak, old-school hip hop, random semi-celeb cameos, and NY slang = a nearly full theater that literally stood an applauded the movie upon finish. Needless to say, Mary Kate Olsen dazzles (obviously) for a few prideful moments, and the de-virginized ex-Nickelodeon star of the film Josh Peck was phenomenal. LOVE love loved this movie, which is great, because the trailer made it out to look like absolute shit.

Both these movies involve late-teen boys involved in a lot of that same Holden Caulfield-esque bullshit and pull it off pretty damn well. 

Music:

A little late notice but worth mentioning anyway:

Whatever you do, do not miss The Growlers or The Nightbirds!!! + Ana Calderon DJing. If I am getting out of bed then you should too.

Listen to: March Fourth by KaiserCartel. Yummy gorgeous self indulgent folkpop. 

Love.It.

TV:

My sister and I devoted any spare time during the past seven days to watching the entire season of Freaks and Geeks on DVD. Six disks. Eighteen episodes. That's about sixteen and a half hours of footage, not to mention all the special features, interviews, and outtakes. Honestly, sometimes AC blasted afternoons spent watching shows about people whose lives rival your own in terms of humiliation and frustration turn out nothing short of perfect. 

ALSO "worth" noting: Our very favorite bachelorette DeAnna Pappas will be choosing the father of her future children this Monday night on ABC. Jason vs. Jesse. Sensitive, compassionate father-of-one vs. ultra-sexy yet immature pro snowboarder. When you are 26 years old and want to pop out 3 children by the time you are 30, the choice just seems blazingly obvious.

You will find me kickin it in the dugout batting  for team Jason, during which time I will be planning out just how much it will cost me in gas milage to drive up to Breckenridge and heal Jesse's broken heart.

Lit (or lack there of):

Blair Magazine

read. it. 

Etc:

THE NEW BILL VIOLA VIDEO INSTALLATION AT THE GETTY!!! Hurry hurry hurry please before it goes away. There is no excuse not to visit The Getty anyway when it's so goddamn gorgeous outside and the entrance fee is FREE. Nothing in LA is free!! Bring a hand to hold and stay for the whole video, then call me and tell me I was right/wrong/criminally insane for recommending you all do this.

OH, oh. And the outrageously sexy & mind numbing photographer Philip-Lorca diCorcia has a display going on at LACMA right now that'll be up through September. Here is a man who sees the world exactly as I want to see it, and it makes me jealous, uncomfortable, and so incredibly stoked about living.