On Friday Marie and I went to see The Pursuit of Happyness.
Normally i"m not a fan of tear jerkers. Cause lets be honest you put Will Smith and his real like son in a movie about a father trying to overcome heartbreaking obstacles to accomplish a dream with a young son in tow you are bound to shed some tears.
Though i was extremely tired on Friday after returning home from school and spending the majority of the day decorating and buying Christmas present, i was more than willing to go to a movie at 9:30pm, to get my mind off of Chemistry.
As usual Marie and I were cursed with the movie jinx and ended up sitting next to the two people in the whole theater who would not shut up. They were a boyfriend and girlfriend who decided to spew every thoughtless comment out of their mind. What food they were going to eat after the movie, how much Will Smiths son looked like him, and everything else that they wanted to talk about. It was as if the whole audience were seated in their living room which gave them the liberty to talk as freely as they wanted to during the movie.
Between their conversation though, i did manage to get some of the movie's content in. And even though the tear jerker genre isn't for me, i was impressed by it. It was cheesy uplifting, like a lifetime movie where the sweet and gentle person finds there weigh through hardships(usually medical related...cancer/some weird disease no one's ever heard of) and comes through triumphant.
This one was more real. He was a faults, disappointments, but he made it through it. I mean besides making it to become a stock broker he became the father he never had, and he pursued HappYness, the hardest and most difficult pursuit of all.
I couldn't help but think of my pursuit of happiness, to think about what in the world it means to me, and trying to figure out if i have the willpower to go and fight for it.
As i have mentioned before i have kind of hit a crossroad. Not only do i not know what i want to do with my life but i haven't a clue on how to get to that point where the road becomes clear. I actually think i am preventing myself from seeing the course i want to take. Which is both frustrating and tiresome.
I can't pursue happiness when I'm not willing to admit how hard it may be to establish my own dream. But i look around me and everyone in my life is seems so...unhappy with where they are. They of course are the one's giving me advice that is becoming more useless as they give them to me.
Normally i"m not a fan of tear jerkers. Cause lets be honest you put Will Smith and his real like son in a movie about a father trying to overcome heartbreaking obstacles to accomplish a dream with a young son in tow you are bound to shed some tears.
Though i was extremely tired on Friday after returning home from school and spending the majority of the day decorating and buying Christmas present, i was more than willing to go to a movie at 9:30pm, to get my mind off of Chemistry.
As usual Marie and I were cursed with the movie jinx and ended up sitting next to the two people in the whole theater who would not shut up. They were a boyfriend and girlfriend who decided to spew every thoughtless comment out of their mind. What food they were going to eat after the movie, how much Will Smiths son looked like him, and everything else that they wanted to talk about. It was as if the whole audience were seated in their living room which gave them the liberty to talk as freely as they wanted to during the movie.
Between their conversation though, i did manage to get some of the movie's content in. And even though the tear jerker genre isn't for me, i was impressed by it. It was cheesy uplifting, like a lifetime movie where the sweet and gentle person finds there weigh through hardships(usually medical related...cancer/some weird disease no one's ever heard of) and comes through triumphant.
This one was more real. He was a faults, disappointments, but he made it through it. I mean besides making it to become a stock broker he became the father he never had, and he pursued HappYness, the hardest and most difficult pursuit of all.
I couldn't help but think of my pursuit of happiness, to think about what in the world it means to me, and trying to figure out if i have the willpower to go and fight for it.
As i have mentioned before i have kind of hit a crossroad. Not only do i not know what i want to do with my life but i haven't a clue on how to get to that point where the road becomes clear. I actually think i am preventing myself from seeing the course i want to take. Which is both frustrating and tiresome.
I can't pursue happiness when I'm not willing to admit how hard it may be to establish my own dream. But i look around me and everyone in my life is seems so...unhappy with where they are. They of course are the one's giving me advice that is becoming more useless as they give them to me.
I've have always had a problem with having my voice be heard. It some how gets lost in the crowd and i struggle to find which viewpoint i want to listen to. But maybe my first step to happiness is finding and validating my own voice. To not always question the one voice whose wholehearted interest in finding my pursuit of happyness. I figure that voice only will carry me through the fog. Lets hope it will.
Christmas is one week ago, and this year we have bought presents. Last year we just celebrated the holiday it's self, getting one giant family present instead of individual ones. But because this is our first Christmas in new apartment, i figured gift giving should be brought back int the equation.
So yesterday at target i coolest microwave known to man for my mom. You may be wondering "Beckett, a microwave? That's an unusual present". But you have not see my mom's ugly purple 1985 microwave(i must take a picture of this thins). She got it at a yard sale or something, and i have burnt many dinners in their. it's just the ugliest thing i have ever seen, and i am pretty certain she'll be happy with the one i got her.
I have been shaking the boxes with my name on it to try and figure out what it could be. All the shaking I've done i hope i didn't break the damn thing. I hoping it isn't clothes though, ever year i get some shirt i am never going to wear paired with a sweater three sizes to big. Lets hope she sticks to the basics, movies/cd's/and books.
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