[She] Loves Me Not

Hello lads and lattices. Lassies? Shout out to my Ir-ish friends (you know who you are) who can someday teach me the correct verbiage of the legends themselves.

My week was pretty much the most exciting week a person can have. I procrastinated studying for my upcoming exams because it is, in fact, extremely demoralizing when you have different layers of homework. Instead, I enjoyed the warm weather and played pickleball without shoes on. I now wish that I had put shoes on, but not enough to guarantee that such an occurrence will be singular in my lifetime.

Today I watched the new Captain America, which was pretty much the worst movie I've ever seen. It was as though a 13 year old in a low level drama program wrote their first play and said, "oh my goodness, i think i have something here." They didn't actually have anything though, and what resulted was a laughable non-comedy that was meant to be a solid action flick.

In total, utter contrast, I watched an incredible film that was both unsettling and entertaining. I highly recommend it for French and English speakers alike. It was called "He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not." Mwahaha jumpscare title. I can't go into much detail because I really think it deserves to be experienced to have any sort of dramatic effect, but I will say this: I hated it by the end of the first half. My hatred for the first half fuels the enigmatic second half, in which the perspective flips. For those who have been a part of my movie guessing game, this was the closest I've come to losing. I was able to figure out what generally was going to occur before the second part began and realized many of the small pieces of "evidence" that were hidden throughout the film. I didn't expect the extreme nature of the character's condition, but I think it does a moderately good job at depicting the type of mental illness that it aims to. It was a very thought-provoking film that I immediately thought "I am going to try to forget I ever watched that" afterwards, but I think everyone ought to see it at least once. If you can't fathom watching it alone, invite me and I'll watch it with you even though I just saw it.

Today was tiring. My days are too long, but it's good for me. They ensure that I sleep at night because I worked enough during the day that I am tired. One of my problems in the summer is that I don't do things to exhaust my brain, so when I try to sleep, it stays active and runs a billion miles an hour for no reason. It then takes forever to fall asleep. I have discovered that when I do things all day that make me tired, it is easier to fall asleep. Weird how that works. The tangle-y saying "mother knows best" seems like it might have some level of truth to it.

I hate school but I also like it. It's a very strange mix that you probably already picked up on. I am looking at being a part of one of two, maybe three research groups in the physics department. I might also look at something in the math department. I think cryptography is super sick, but I don't know how cool I think it is. I am a firm believer that you can do anything as long as you are willing to put in enough work, but I do also believe that if you pick the right thing it'll be much easier to put in that work, resulting in a much better outcome for less work. I'm kinda at that point right now in my academic path. I know that I love physics and several other things, but I don't know which one I would also be the best at. If I put those two things together, then I should be set up for quite a bit of success, I would think.

I think that's pretty much all. I got to experience a great example of non-judgement and caring and empathy, etc. that I wish the whole world could learn from. 

I'll let you go to bed now, or to school, or to your p-day activities if you're reading this in a morning setting.

Bye bye,

Guillaume Ott