Let's Give This A Try

Oh, hi you. So my screenwriting professor told our class we should be writing/expressing/reflecting as much as possible this semester, so that's exactly what I'm attempting to do with this blog. You must be bored as hell to have stumbled upon this though. I can assure you I have nothing particularly exciting to report at the moment. But let's see if I can muster something up... 

I finally saw "Slumdog Millionaire" this weekend. (Oh my god, you just saw it? How amazing was it, right? Those little Indian kids are so cute!) The process of getting to the theater, however, was a pain. First, my two roommates and I drove to Point where a line coiled out the door and the movie was sold out. So we sped to Sundance (yes, Madison is one of the two cities in the country with a Sundance theater) where it had already started 10 minutes ago with a practically full theater. I don't understand, the film has already been out forever. 

Still, we decided to suck it up and sit in the front row—talk about sensory overload. The music and crazy cinematography made it a really overwhelming experience. A 30-foot screen about four feet from your face will do that. It was great though. Little Jamal getting locked in the outhouse and jumping into the pool of shit was definitely a cinematic highlight. Even though people might be annoyed that "Slumdog" swept the Golden Globes and perhaps will do the same at the Academy Awards, I'm happy a foreign film with an unknown cast is getting the attention it deserves. 

"God, this feels great!"

On a completely other note, I'm taking yoga this semester so I can live up to my alter ego nickname Bendy Wendy (wait, who?) No, but really, I think it will be a good way to start my mornings and hopefully encourage me to have a healthier lifestyle in general. No more meth for me (wait, what?) The instructor is quite the stereotypical yogi—she's a thin, older woman with the voice and hair of Meryl Streep, who kind of prances around the room watching the guys in our class struggle to touch their toes, while throwing out words like "shalaminka." It's fun, I suppose. 

Alright, I realize this first entry is mildly awful so maybe I'll spruce it up later or just knock your socks off with my next one. I'm really gonna try to keep up with this, but I won't make any promises. Until then, stay warm.

-J.