Birdman. Uhhhhmmm......... I really liked Emma Stone's hair. I think I'm gonna bring a picture of it to my hair guy.
I don't know how I felt about this movie. I....... liked it? It reminded me that acting's not important, which was a nice confirmation of what I've already been feeling. But also the acting was really good in it. Zach Galifianakis was really good, like serious good, not to mention everyone else.
The writing was........ interesting. The Birdman voice / guy was creepy - that was the Satan character in my opinion, even though it's who Michael Keaton referred to as the voice of truth. (Wow, how we can mess that up.)
After the movie was over, I was like, "I wanna get drunk." I say that all the time for shock value because I don't really drink usually, but my friend Aprile's like, "Really?" I'm like, "No." [pause pause pause] "Really?" Ugghhhhh.
So we went to Urban Home instead and looked at all the Christmassy homey stuff and I thought about what it would be like if I had a home and babies and a husband and cute reindeer dolls on the mantle. Yeah cause what do I do after seeing a movie that reminds me the stuff we care about is meaningless? Go somewhere to care about more meaningless stuff and think about how I can't afford it.
This is my life. But it's gonna change soon I can feel it. I'm feeling inspired, ready, like something's bubbling up and about to burst forth into the world, probably in an invisible way but in a way that will make me feel purposeful.
Well anyway. I don't know what else to say. I need to go to bed. I have a really early babysitting job in the morning. Goodnight!
