"Her and Lost In Translation are connected to each other. They’re very much on the same wavelength. They explore a lot of the same ideas. This all makes sense since Spike Jonze and Sofia Coppola were married from 1999 to 2003 and had been together for many years before that. Sofia Coppola had already made her big personal statement in regards to love and marriage right when the couple was on the verge of divorce; Her would be Spike Jonze’s answer to those feelings. What makes it even more poignant is that Her never feels resentful or petty. It feels more like a legitimate apology. It’s an acknowledgement that, in the end, some people aren’t meant to be with each other in the long run. Some people do grow apart. Lost in Translation is about a couple on the verge of growing apart, Her is about finally letting go of the person you’ve grown apart with and moving on.”
HELP! Open Vent: Roommates
Ok. I know that I am not in the best situation to grumble about my roommates.
I feel like as if I am looking after two children that are trying to take on adult situations.
I am going to bitch that they have three animals that they do not properly clean up after & take care of.
Two guinea pigs that reek of ammonia urine. They seldomly clean their cage till it offends them.
A dog that is too big for an apartment that sheds all year. To a point that no matter where you step; it will end up on your clothes and food.
But here is the thing that really gets me mad. I feel like I have to fight for space. Space for a peace of mind and to unwind. Just with the situation that they have with their animals has brought me to tears. There is no escaping the fact that there is a constant cleaning that needs to be done to be able to set foot outside my room or even sit down, comfortable.
I want to think that I have been tolerate of certain things. I tend to be obsessive, really obsessive. I am not sure if it was the excessive drug use over at playhaus, or bangham.
It might be even a tick. A tick that cant be cured. I will enter a friends house; and refuse to take of my shoes. In what little area that I had to stay in either the kitchen or hallway; I would clean and sort the shit out of them. Pairing shoes together, finding dishes to clean, just shy of folding clothes to get them out of the way.
I just cleaned to feel comfortable and it has been endless.
Then there is the fridge; which is a difficult subject. To each of us, we share the fridge. I want to say that two styles of cooking do not mix well.
I try and cook fresh weekly - bi weekly. Whatever I put in the fridge is gone in three to four days. In total space, I occupy a third of the fridge. I share some of that space with eggs.
Two thirds of that space is misused… and violating available space. I have found pizza boxes that are partly filled and carelessly tossed on my eggs and vegetables.
I just recently found Meat on top of my vegetables. Which in turn brought me here to vent.
I am about to flip out and throw everything in the cupboards and fridge outside to fully be reorganized with them so I can prove a point.
But trying to prove a point; makes me feel guilty as of late. As if I will hurt someone.
Hah… Me cooking
“EDMo”— EDM x Emo