Say what you mean to say.

I watched Before Sunset yesterday when I couldn’t sleep, and it broke my heart as it always does. And now, a little more than 24 hours later, it’s still on my mind, so I looked up the New York Times’ review of the movie, which includes one of my favorite passages written in a review (and possibly just written in general):

Can’t these people just get to the point, you may find yourself wondering, stealing a glance at your watch. Can’t they just say what they mean? Can you? Language, after all, is not just about points and meanings. It is a medium of communication, yes, but also of avoidance, misdirection, self-protection and plain confusion … people often talk because they have nothing to say.

Survey says…

Right before I left for college, I had the foresight to delete basically everything I’d put on the Internet as an angsty high schooler. Old email accounts with ridiculous handles and Xanga posts filled with the details of my sophomore year drama are gone. I backed up a lot of those files,  but that computer crashed years ago.

Nearly a decade later (OH GOD HOW DID THAT EVEN HAPPEN), it makes me a little sad to think that all of these writings are now gone.

So, of course, I sought out a blog that I happen to know is still on the Internet, and I discovered one of those surveys I use to fill out all the time. Now seems like as good a time as any to look back on my post-freshman year of college life. Also, I had coffee at 3 a.m. to get me through the rest of my overnight shift, and it’s now biting me in the butt.

3 a.m.

It’s 3 a.m. and I’m working on some freelance stuff and crying over Joshua Radin songs. Because sometimes, that’s just life.