Calculus just leached out of my brain over vacation. I started number 10 during lunch and finally figured out 15 minutes ago that I was rotating the wrong region. Other problems have not been going much better, and slabs of oil make no sense in my brain though they do make my stomach queasy.
Errgh, I've been feeling really stressed out all week. WashU scholarship notifications. I feel mixed about this because I want money but I don't want incentives to tear me away for UofC either. An optimist would call this a win-win situation. I call it a lose-lose.
So Oscars, right. They happened a couple nights ago. Unlike last year, the Oscar ceremony was really classy--from Errol Morris' opening montage to the foreign film tribute to the TV graphics to the costume showcases to the shadow dancing to the sound chorus... Ellen's hemming and awing style bugs me, but she generally fit the classy theme of the entire show. Al Gore, neither a director nor movie star, seemed to be the toast of the night. I was so excited to see the screen combust when Eva Green and Gael Garcia Bernal walked out to present, but they kinda sucked. Her chilly persona and bribe of mummy dress clashed horribly with his small stature and easygoing charisma. Gah.
But.
But.
The most exciting part of the Oscars?
There was a commercial.
For American Express.
Directed by Wes Anderson!
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