spent a lovely c-word day with [livejournal.com profile] glaucon watching 4--count 'em 4!--movies at the crest. we had high excitement driving around looking for an open grocery store that would save us from living on movie theater popcorn and sour patch kids all day. luckily, we found one. the albertson's on 99 was open. it was a narrow escape.

the lineup, in our watching order: shut up and sing (the dixie chicks documentary--more interesting than i expected; i have a new appreciation for their music), marie antoinette (i had already seen it with my friend le'a), the prestige (which exhibited, somewhat painfully literally, a deus ex machina extraordinaire), and little miss sunshine (we both had already seen this, and i thought it was a lovely way to cap the day).

today it's back to work. plotting for NYE--can't decide what i want to do. part of me wants to go out to a huge costume-y bash somewhere. i haven't really dressed up in a long time. i mean, really. i'm starting to feel stodgy. you know. old. yet...another part of me wants to go somewhere lower-key, a more intimate social gathering.

i'm feeling wonky this morning, like i sat in a movie theater and ate nothing but dry blueberry bagels, pistachios, and baby carrots all day. melancholy. wondering what's next in this life. wondering how much longer i'll be able to stand the untenable things i've been standing for too long. what's that you say? think one couldn't or shouldn't stand untenable things? what am i waiting for? in the spirit of the red queen (i.e. a misquote): "i daresay you haven't had much practice....when i was younger, i always did it for half an hour a day. why, sometimes i've stood as many as six untenable things before breakfast." so i guess i'm waiting for breakfast.

when i was a kid and i would complain about having to put up with untenable things--that is, things that felt untenable to me--my siblings and my parents always told me to wait til i was older. people tell you that, people you trust, people older and wiser than you, so you do, and suddenly you are. if i were to pick anything as a thematic refrain to my childhood, that would be it.

waiting til i'm older.

waiting for the revolution.

waiting for the sun.

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