I will spend this summer pursuing nothing but my own happiness.

Drive

Last night I watched Drive upon Mitchell’s request. It was really good!

The plot, he and I both agree, was simple. It was twisted and strange but simple and not surprising.

Altogether though it was beautifully filmed! The camera angles and movements were seamless and all created a sort of emotional theme for the film. I love it when movie’s use silence as part of their soundtrack. There were moments with no background music specifically to enhance intensity. The music within the piece was great though!

Ryan Gosling was the perfect actor to play the protagonist! It was such a different role than I’m used to seeing him in that at first it was weird seeing him act like a mostly-silent criminal. After the first few scenes though it was really obvious that he was playing the character perfectly!  The deeper emotions within the characters were displayed perfectly too! The subtle and powerful emotions within them were displayed even in moments of silence.

The movie was really great! No, it wasn’t a revolutionary piece about life and there was no hidden message, but cinematography-wise it was awesome!

Mitchell

Wow!

We sat in the park and talked for hours! He played guitar and I listened. We meditated. He made me laugh a lot. I don’t know, he’s just funny and intellectual and weird.

Last Night > This Morning

Here’s a layout of the things I remember from last night:

Arriving to a group of people standing outside and Ali and Alex welcoming me! Grabbing a coke and mixing it. Holiday walking in and asking me what I was drinking. Ali warning me not to start using the restroom otherwise I’d be in there all night. Asking Haley where her bathroom was. Leaning back on the plant box and Basia catching me. Using Jordan for balance several times. Asking Tanner questions for Basia. Sitting on a rock with Basia in a shady corner. Nadia calling herself a “fucking moocher.” Walking through mud. Nick walking in and me introducing myself (even though I know him) with a very intimate hug. Ali warning me not to be sloppy. Ali telling me I was sloshed. Calling my moms phone only to realize she hadn’t paid her bill. Paying Ali $5 for a ride home. Ali telling me Nick puked in the woods, me wanting to go back to comfort him (although the party was over and he had probably left). Walking into my house and thinking about how loud the door was.

Here’s this morning:

Woke up with my jeans still on, my shirt on the floor, my bandeaux still on, and my sandals in the bathroom. Texts from my phone that I never knew I sent. Head Pounding. Several trips to the bathroom. Feeling sick when I lay down in any position. Water. Water. Should I eat food? Texts asking for help. Plain burnt toast.