:: Purposeful Death Overhead ::

My dad takes the Jewish stereotype to a whole new level(I'm not even going to start on my grandmother.)


Apparently im supposed to have a perfect body. There is, of course, a problem with this. My dad keeps telling me that if i don't shape up(literally) i will never have a good boyfriend because no decent guy will ever want me. Thank you daddy. One of his quirks is that i don't need to watch what i eat, b/c im young and healthy. Hence the food we eat doesen't help me lose weight.


ARG: so XC starts soon, and I am having serious doubts. I got through a whole season once, but im afraid. A) of the amount of running B) of the amount of work im going to recieve junior year...that im afraid i wont have time to do.


On the other hand, XC'll give me a social life. I'll get to see all of the wonderful people that'r on the team;) And it gets me into shape. All in all, my memories of the races, and bus rides, and runs, and parties...etc. were good. I don't want to give that up.

:: Alina 11:33 AM

Even though I have a bunch of stories to share~(including an "lively" conversation with 2 cute missionaries -_^)~i want to discuss my thoughts regarding "Good Will Hunting," with which i face a sort of dilemma.

The movie, as most readers know was a success in the industry; it grabbed something like 9 oscars the year it came out.
Anyway, I saw the film for the first time tonight.

a quick synopsis: a young man, a 20 yr old orphan named Will Hunting, from a bad neighborhood, solves an extremely difficult mathematical equation while performing his duties as a janitor at M.I.T. The professor catches him, realizing the potential and genius of this tough kid. The prof. convinces the judges to put Will under his supervision after the boy hits a police officer and is sentanced to jail. He also forcefully put into therapy, but cunningly manages to make all the therapists leave, at which point, the the professor enlists the aid of an old friend of his, who ends up guiding Will's struggle to find himself.

I wont explain any further, but as I continue, I will refer to specific segments, and eludidate them in greater detail.

Good Will Hunting is complicated on a few levels, and yet there are elements of the plot which do not fit in well a few of the elements of the film.

The first thing that pops out that you is that Will is a genius. Initially, we see a tough kid that likes to get into fights, and then, we see him solve this difficult problem. Although a bit of information is provided regarding his work habits; he says that the Harvard education that the rich kids pay 150,000 for, he can get at the library for a buck fifty. So we know he reads. But then , as the movie progresses, Will quotes from shakesphere, and pope,demeans the professor, after a while, saying that the renouned mathmatician cannot solve problems which are jokes to Will.
This much knowledge must come from somewhere. Knowlege doesen't come from an empty place. He didn't have to go to Harvard or M.I.T to get this such info, but everybody needs guidance, even a "genius" like this Will.

:: Alina 12:59 AM

arg! i struggle with evil computer problems as i try to publish my next entry....

a poem, meanwhile ~>



Little Bird
Fly little bird. Over the trees, Over the mountains, Over the seas. Fly to freedom. Don’t look behind. Theres nothing you’re leaving back there. Don’t turn around; You might forget why you’re leaving, You might break your wings. No, what are you doing? Why all the sudden, you turn around, Why question my words… NO. Love is not like that. That kind o God you say? What’s God gonna do? You credulous fool, Go on. Get your wings broken. See if I give a damn.

:: Alina 1:37 AM

L'Amour est un oiseau rebelle....................Love is a rebellious bird
Que nul ne peut apprivoiser.......................That nothing can tame
Et c'est bien en vain qu'on l'appelle,...........And it is simply in vain to call it
S'il lui convient de refuser...........................If it is convenient for it to refuse.


Rien n'y fait, menace ou prière,..................Nothing will work, threat or pleading,
L'un parle bien, l'autre se tait;....................One speaks, the other stays quiet;
Et c'est l'autre que je préfère.....................And it's the other that I prefer
Il n'a rien dit; mais il me tient.....................He said nothing; but he pleases me.

:: Alina 12:45 AM

...and so July is upon us(dum, dum, dum...)



God, I can't believe its JULY. Summer has just started, hasn't it? And its July. And pretty soon it'll be the end of July, and suddenly it'll be Augest. And then CC will start, and scbool. We wait the whole year for this endless thing called summer, which passes by instantanously.



I recall being a young kid, when summer felt endless. Remember the feeling? All kinds of soccer camps, all-around-fun camps, and what have you. Went to the pool every day. Had pizza parties, and saw friends you didn't see all year, something always to look foward to. I miss it, just a little.



Then middle school~> high school dawned upon us(which wasn't exactly to far into the past.) The camps ended, and we began to worry about our lives. Why arn't we the smartest? why arn't we the prettiest? Why doesen't that boy that we've had our heart set on for so long, pay attention? With relinquishing the tree houses, and the hours of arts and crafts, we lose a part of ourselves.
~I didn't mean to get philosophical, but im currently reading saint éxupery's "The Little Prince." its the sweetest book ever. (especially juxtaposed to Faulkner's"As I lay dying," our other book)~



"and even if we come home empty handed

well still have our stories

of battle scars, pirate ships and wounded hearts,

broken bones, and all the best of friendships

this is my wish im takin back, im takin them all back"

-the Ataris, "so long Astoria"

(borrowed from Steven Levitus' profile -_-)




But enough about that. I was actually writing this complain about the lack of sun this summer. i mean C'MON. Except for the week I was at Virginia Beach w/ Jill(luv ya btw-_^) it has rained. That week was perfect, wonderful, incredable. And we came back. And it rained. And its raining as I speak.




Is there such thing as a sun dance?

^ ^

**p.s. Willa, thank you for your planning self. @@ <~ me without ya

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:: Alina 12:15 PM