Alice

I went to go see Alice in Wonderland tonight as a break from not getting any studying done. It's funny how movies can affect you in ways unrelated to their plot (or maybe that's just me), especially when you go see them by yourself. I don't usually feel affected by movies more than acknowledging an overall sense of "like" or "dislike". And I would like to point out that the fact that Alice made me think more than just that doesn't necessarily mean that it was a particularly fantastic movie as the last movie to do this was Space Chimps (although I did like Alice).

When I left the movie theater I felt as though I had gone down the rabbit hole, too. Everything seemed fake; surreal. It was all too perfect, all too strange. The flowers were plastic. Houses were too skinny or too short. Even the moon didn't really exist, just a silhouette sprayed onto a dark canvas. I was dreaming. Watching myself. I was spinning and walking and standing perfectly still. I was watching clouds change shape two feet from me as I lay on a carpet of grass infected with buttercups.

I wanted to do exactly what I wanted to do and new that I would, despite not knowing what any of that was.

Maybe I'm just feeling particularly introspective tonight, but that 10 minute walk home made me feel less terrified about graduating with no plans.