Suny Purchase: Paradise found. Or lost. Let’s see.
So today, I went with Bella (oh my GOD soon to be 18 and a college freshman– are you FRIGGIN’ KIDDING ME??) to Suny Purchase to which I was thrilled that she got accepted because not only is it a great arts school, writing school and only 45 minutes from the city, but AFFORDABLE too.
So, I, like the old farty mom that I am, go up to a kid and say, “where is the Student Union”, and he’s like “um, student union? I don’t think we have one of them.” I clarify, “student center” and he says OH, the STEW. And, I’m like, “yeah, yeah, the STEW” –(I feel really dumb saying that) and he gives us the directions and we get there and it is graffettied and gross and there are about 10 skate boarder guys, 
(yes, each one cuter than the next) and I’m like “Bella is NOT going here”, but of course she LOVES it. Oh and by the way the skate boarder guys are actually SKATE BOARDING in the friggin’ student union. And I REALLY don’t get this. (Nothing like Wesleyan, no NOTHING like it at all, but I understand it really makes no difference because drug usage there is just as bad, only more carefully planned so as not to get caught.) But MEANWHILE, back to Purchase. So due to the high volume of coffee that both B and I consumed, we needed to venture into the eqully gross bathroom, also fully graffettied with wonderful colliegiate sayings like, “Jason loves to eat p*&sy”, and great thoughts like that.
The rest of the tour was somewhat less eventful, but on the way home it’s like this (as in discussing the gross bathroom walls:
BELLA: The walls reminded me of the boys I know who like porn.
ME: All guys like porn.
BELLA: No, bad porn.
ME: There is no bad porn.
BELLA: Well, the kind where it pinches girl’s…
ME: STOOPPPPPP. Don’t say no more.
BELLA: Masochists.
ME: No Sadists.
BELLA: Well, they say if a girl says it’s OK, it’s OK. So they are Sadists too.
ME: um. No. The girls are Masochists. The boys are…
BELLA: Sadists.
ME: As long as we get that right.
Purchase. Hmmmm. Really?
Lara’s Lousy Movie Review: Company Men
So I gotta say, usually I am not running to anything with Ben Afleck in it. I am not sure how he and Matt Damon got so paired up, because in terms of acting, Ben can’t hold a candle to Matt, much less a movie role, but he is adorable, in an annoying Boston accent kind of way. (But I do want to know, why all of Ben’s movie’s of late those put on South B. accents? I go there all the time and have yet to hear anyone say pak the ca in the ga– well what ever.) Back to the Company Men.
I decide to go see it because of all the THUMBS UP on 777film, and well, I’m sorry, I end up sitting through 2 hours of an incredibly boring, sappy, bullshit formula movie. Ben. Not so surprised. But Tommy Lee, what were you thinking?? Spoiler alert. Ben loses job (but still keeps his $850,000 house, Porche and Golf Club Membership) After 12 years, he only gets 3 months severance. (Nothing is stated about unemployment benefits.) So after his benefits run out, he is screwed because apparently he has absolutely no savings. So after they sell the house, the Porche and the son’s X-Box, they STILL end up moving in with Ben’s parents. Then Ben takes a job with his brother in law who he hates, but now likes, who is Kevin Costner (still incredibly hot)
I am really, really sorry, but REALLY? You don’t have enough money for an apartment? OK, well, if you are still following here, there are constant voice overs on the radio about what the president is doing to bail out the banks, and somewhere in here we find out that the owner Ben’s ex-company makes $20 million (yes he started and built the company and wants to keep his $ millions even though he has to lay off about 8000 people to do it–even his best friend, Tommy Lee Jones). Somewhere in there is also a suicide because another guy decided he couldn’t afford to send his daughter to Brown anymore, and so of course she would much rather get his life insurance than quit Brown.
Get my drift? In the end, Tommy Lee starts another perfect company and hires back a few hundred of the people his ex-partner has laid off. The end. Except I can’t figure out if Tommy Lee continues the affair he was having with the 40 years younger blond HR women who fired everyone in the first place.
So, I am thinking, political mover and shaker that he is, Ben should start taking some of the millions (he earned $37 million last year) and start giving to all the unemployed auto workers, so they can start their own company. Ship building? Not so much.
Oh yeah, and if there is ANYTHING that I took away from this movie…it’s that I ain’t ever working for no one again. Catch my drift?
Freaky, eeky stairwell
So, listen, this is the stairwell outside my gym. I think it’s to give you an out if, once you’ve spent the last hour staring at all your rumples and bumples in the mirror as you fight with the eliptical and you decide life is no longer worth living, it’s right there in front of you. The way to end it all. Click to see the larger view.
Daddy mine
Tonight I watched the tele show,
About a man, his life did blow.
He writes about how he hurt his kid,
He can’t believe what he did.
And I can’t help but think,
How life would be in the pink,
If you were still at home,
Today I’d ring your phone.
You’d never do what Hank Moody did
All your kindness is what you’d give.
Because of you, I am me,
And of you, I think, constantly.
In every part of every day,
I often wonder what you’d say.
Your voice still echoes in my brain,
That “don’t get mad, get even” sayin’.
But anyway alas I stray,
I just wanted to say Dad,
Happy Birthday.
Your ever lovin’ Lara
View from above
Noticed that (as I walked over it), this was not exactly a friendly DROP!
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Please get me out of Manhattan
I won’t be able to live in the same city as the Kardashians.
