Reclusive
I have been quite the recluse this weekend.
Instead of going to Mardi Gras which I did want to go to as I've never been to see the parade before I did the following:
- Studied (alot)
- Watched Vertigo, Beyond the Valley of The Dolls and High Fidelity. All of which were pretty fantastic in their own ways, but especially BTVOTD as it had a moralistic ending (sort of) which was random and pretty much came out of nowhere. And nothing in it really made sense either, but the colours were nice. Finally watching High Fidelity in its entirety was quite satisfying. I wholeheartedly agree with Rob when he says that it is not "what you're like" but "what you like" that matters.
- Decided to drink my birthday red wine whilst doing the dishes which degenerated into getting drunk by myself, making popcorn and watching about 20mins of Akira before passing out at like 4pm. Woke up two hours later with a terrible hangover and spent the next three hours tring to feel slightly human again.
I was completely devastated when I got three rolls of film I'd taken with my Diana developed only to have five out of the thirty frames actually come out. I don't know what happened...light got in and damaged the negatives. Oh well, at least I know where to get it developed for cheap now.
I really want to see the Kills, but I cannot believe how expensive the tickets are. Stupid V festival. If they were coming out for a proper tour and not with that stupid thing I'm sure the tickets would have been half the price. Or maybe it's because we are in a global financial crisis and we have to pay them in pounds.
After uni I trekked to the city to take Merangy to our favourite soup kitchen and was skanking around Oxford st while she finished work. I couldn't find the Mojo issue with Nick Cave ANYWHERE. The huge newsagent with like the largest range of homoerotic magazines only had the latest issue and last month's issue. After dinner we searched for bar where we could smoke and drink at the same time but Gaslight's upper bar was closed so we skulked back to Brighton Bar and I mostly drank and Mel mostly stared at the huge plasma screen tv that seems to be mandatory in every pub.
Instead of going to Mardi Gras which I did want to go to as I've never been to see the parade before I did the following:
- Studied (alot)
- Watched Vertigo, Beyond the Valley of The Dolls and High Fidelity. All of which were pretty fantastic in their own ways, but especially BTVOTD as it had a moralistic ending (sort of) which was random and pretty much came out of nowhere. And nothing in it really made sense either, but the colours were nice. Finally watching High Fidelity in its entirety was quite satisfying. I wholeheartedly agree with Rob when he says that it is not "what you're like" but "what you like" that matters.
- Decided to drink my birthday red wine whilst doing the dishes which degenerated into getting drunk by myself, making popcorn and watching about 20mins of Akira before passing out at like 4pm. Woke up two hours later with a terrible hangover and spent the next three hours tring to feel slightly human again.
I was completely devastated when I got three rolls of film I'd taken with my Diana developed only to have five out of the thirty frames actually come out. I don't know what happened...light got in and damaged the negatives. Oh well, at least I know where to get it developed for cheap now.
I really want to see the Kills, but I cannot believe how expensive the tickets are. Stupid V festival. If they were coming out for a proper tour and not with that stupid thing I'm sure the tickets would have been half the price. Or maybe it's because we are in a global financial crisis and we have to pay them in pounds.
After uni I trekked to the city to take Merangy to our favourite soup kitchen and was skanking around Oxford st while she finished work. I couldn't find the Mojo issue with Nick Cave ANYWHERE. The huge newsagent with like the largest range of homoerotic magazines only had the latest issue and last month's issue. After dinner we searched for bar where we could smoke and drink at the same time but Gaslight's upper bar was closed so we skulked back to Brighton Bar and I mostly drank and Mel mostly stared at the huge plasma screen tv that seems to be mandatory in every pub.