You're tearing me apart, Lisa!

So. I can only describe The Room as something you MUST experience at some point in your life. It's hilarious. The best, worst movie ever. A movie so bad, that's it's so awesome. Preferably, find a local cinema that screens it, because this film is best enjoyed with friends, in a crowd. Trust me on this. Fortunately for me, the indie theatre here in Athens screens The Room once a month. I'm certainly going to be attending again.

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On a suspiciously-gay note, I absolutely LOVE this Dove Men+Care: Extra Fresh bar soap. It's so good. Normally I don't use bar soaps, but hot damn, this is great shit. I decided to give it try as I'd been using the bottle version of the Dove Men+Care deep clean. I've concluded that the Extra Fresh bar soap is fantastic because not only is it more cost efficient than the bottle version (2 soap bars for almost the same price) and it feels better to use compared to Deep Clean, but when the bar is left to sit in my shower, it also freshens up my entire bathroom with its nice, clean scent! Score.

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I like stumblingupon these words that other languages have but do not exist in the English language (English is dumb anyways.)

Gheegle: (Filipino) The urge to pinch or squeeze something that is unbearably cute.

Cualacino: (Italian) The mark left on a table by a cold glass.

Sgriob: (Gaelic) The itchiness that overcomes the upper lip just before taking a sip of whisky

L’esprit de escalier: (French) The feeling you get after leaving a conversation, when you think of all the things you should have said. Translated it means “the spirit of the staircase.”

Pari-pari and Saku-saku: (Japanese) Hard-crispy verses Soft-crispy, i.e. a rice cracker versus fried chicken

Stam: (Hebrew) An agreement out of amusement and frustration that something doesn’t have a satisfactory answer among those talking.

Forelsket: (Norwegian) The euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

Pena ajena: (Mexican Spanish) The embarrassment you feel watching someone else’s humiliation.

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One day, during a rehearsal for Seussical in my freshman year, I overheard a conversation and a guy was talking about his underclassmen years (yeah I people-watch and eavesdrop, wanna fight about it?). I recall how he described he could just feel himself being molded, his being and ideas shifting and morphing. Kinda trippy, but at the time it made me wonder what I was doing to expand my own values and knowledge, my character in general. At the time, I couldn't recognize any sort of self-transformation. At the time, I was scared that I was missing out on something.

But now, I think I can sense that very something. This entire year so far has been a rather molding experience (wait, that sounds like fungal growth, but it's not, I swear). A lot of things have changed, and will continue to change in times to come. However, I feel like only in the recent month or two have I begun adapting accordingly. It's a surreal feeling, and I can only wait and see what the outcome will be. It might've taken two years, but hey, better late than never, right? It's rather enthralling, really.