Monday, Monday

Listening to the new Elliott Smith CD, "From a Basement on a Hill." I was showing this to S. at work, and when I asked if she liked E.S., she said that his music was depressing. Yes, it is. I guess that's somewhat the point. I don't actually think he set out to make depressing music, but he was just being honest with himeself.
We had also talked about her wanting to leave NJ something fierce. She's been here all her life, and she's ready to get going. I guess I can understand her desire to leave, although I can't relate, given my past. We moved so much, all over the place, so I don't really have a hometown, and I really don't know my uncles or aunts all that well, as everyone is still in "old Europe."
That's something I envy about living in one spot...in that you have your family all around. However, if you've lived here in jersey all your life, I guess I can understand how eager you would be to leave. It's a big world out there. It must get old seeing the same people your whole life.
We also talked about movies. I said she had to see "Finding Neverland", and when I asked if she had yet to see "Ray," she said that she hadn't seen it, and doesn't know anyone to go see those movies with. She quickly added "or they've seen them already."
Normally, I'd see this as an opportunity, but I think I'll just let this one lie.