A Proper Farewell (2)

Tuesday was spent ricocheting between tasks: pick up glasses, pick up contacts, pick up sandwich from Scaps, pack suitcase for Japan because I'll be at Tufts Wed-Fri and won't have time otherwise, say goodbye to Dad, write blog, etc. ad nauseum. It wasn't too shabby, though. Even though I generally frown when facing the monumental task of squeezing what I find essential into the confined space of a soft trunk, I don't completely begrudge the packing process. More often than not I manage to find scraps of paper and pictures from days past and allow myself a moment to relax in nostalgia. Specific to this packing experience included the Tufts Public Journal (READ THAT SHIT), my yearbook from middle school, and a letter from a girl I used to love. Ahh shit, right in the feels – reaching down your throat and gripping your adam's apple feels; eyelashes doomed to be drowned in a saline solution feels; sad smiles because you can't have it again and have to move on. Yeah, those kind of feelings.

//end emotional tangent

PAUSE::

Re: Middle School Appearance

Why didn't someone shoot me for having hair that long. I mean, come on. That shit went down past my shoulders, and didn't even have the rocker or grunge look that might give some credence to not lopping it off with a pair of shears. Fuck all y'all for implicitly allowing that mane to grow to gnarly proportions (looking at you Mom, Dad, Perry).

RESUME::

And as such my Tuesday went. However, my brother came to free me, if only for an hour or two, from the drudgery.

“You wanna come see The Master at 7?”

Done and done. I wasn't too sure if I could afford to go, but shit son, I only got a few more moments with him before I begin my process of becoming an expat.

The movie was interesting, to say the least, and while I hadn't formed strong opinions of it during the film, the vague feelings I had were given more structure after the movie when I was talking to my bro about it. In his words: “You know how Philip Seymour Hoffman's son said he [Hoffman] was making it all up. Well, that's kinda what the movie felt like near the end; he [Anderson] was just making it up and didn't know how to finish.” (excuse me Perry if I misquoted you)

And that's kinda how I felt when watching the movie. I thought Joaquin Phoenix's character was phenomenal, though, and the way he and Hoffman interacted in the first half was great to watch, the dichotomy between them: an intelligent and well-spoken man attempting to “reveal the truth” and a brutish man who just lived life, almost as honest and true as you can get.

Anywho, check it out. See it, make an opinion, talk to me about it.

That was my Tuesday.

PEACE, BITCHES