My poetry is better than your poetry
Anyone want to see Kids In Glass Houses when they play Norwich sometime in I think June but I'd have to check?
Anyway, I have spent the day so far at the cinema, gathering shifts and watching films. My sleep schedule is about to get all seriously messed up again because I have nothing but closes for the next two weeks.
Anyway, first I watched Street Kings, which I knew nothing about before I went in except who starred in it and it turns out it's about Keanu Reeves' End-Justifies-The-Means cop under investigation from Hugh Laurie's Internal Affairs division while trying to enact revenge upon the perps who capped his partner. It is Alright. Notice the capitalisation. I don't really know what else to say about it. I think I could use the word 'sufficient' to describe it. It gets the job done and is not a bad way to waste two hours, but it pales in comparison with...
In Bruges, a dark and comedic tale of two Irish hitmen hiding out in the Belgian city of Bruges after a job goes wrong. Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson play off each other wonderfully. It has a clever script with plenty of midget jokes, and when I saw the ending coming I giggled internally, though the execution of it was slightly more serious and I think if I'd actually giggled then, I'd have felt bad. I have a list on my computer (I like lists) of all the films I've seen at the Odeon since I started working there. Beneath that are sub-lists (see, I like lists) of the best and the worst. In Bruges has just become the third film on the Best list, joining Juno and Charlie Wilson's War.
I am going out tonight, probably. I've just looked at the time and there's less of tonight left than I thought, but still plenty. To Po Na Na's. A club, for those of you not familiar with it. An actual club, not like The Waterfront which pretends to be a club but is actually just a place to dance and listen to good music. No, Po Na Na's is an actual club where despite having no dress code, people still put on smart clothes to go to and listen to music that can be alright but mostly sucks. I have not been there in years. Since we've already established that the Waterfront is not a club, I have not been to any clubs in years. But, like, more years for Po Na Na's. My brain and my mind are arguing. I'm not sure which is which in this conversation, but it goes like this:
"Do I have to go?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you've nothing else to do."
"Can't I stay in and read?"
"No. Firstly, you won't read; you'll watch the same episode of How I Met Your Mother you've seen like three or four times already. And secondly, if you don't go then you're boring."
"I'm okay with being boring."
"No you're not. You know how that Pet Shop Boys song goes, we were never being boring, we had too much time to find for ourselves. You wish your life was more like that."
"Aww man, couldn't you have picked lyrics from some cool emo band to tempt me with?"
"Fine; Please make me not so crazy, make me fall apart. Make me think beautiful, unexpected thoughts. I should mean more. There will be girls there. You could talk to them and one of them might make you feel like that."
"You expect me to talk to girls?"
"No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die."
"Where the fuck did that come from?"
"You're reading XKCD archives while you type this."
"Oh yeah."
"Anyway, [Specific Girl] might be there, and you could make an effort to talk to her."
"[Specific Girl] won't be there, I'm pretty sure."
"Why aren't we saying her name?"
"Gossip at the Odeon is the only thing known to travel faster than light. Despite the fact that I don't think anyone who'll be there tonight reads this journal, and even if they do they won't read it before tonight, mention her name and everyone will still know when I get there. Anyway, I don't like real clubs. They never play decent music."
"You might like them if you're drunk?"
"I can't afford to get drunk."
"You're the lightest lightweight in lightweightland. Don't spend too much but I think you can afford to get drunk. You're just trying to rationalise being boring by saying it's for fiscal reasons."
"We still haven't made up our brainmind and this conversation is getting a little too long. Let's have a bath and some food and then see how we feel."
Edit: Boldtext won. And yeah, financial reasons and other rationalisations are boring but I worked hard for this money and it's only just enough for rent and bills. T-shirts from the internets and nights out at the waterfront (guys, for serious let's go to the waterfront some time) are far better ways to spend what little disposable income I have left.
Anyway, I have spent the day so far at the cinema, gathering shifts and watching films. My sleep schedule is about to get all seriously messed up again because I have nothing but closes for the next two weeks.
Anyway, first I watched Street Kings, which I knew nothing about before I went in except who starred in it and it turns out it's about Keanu Reeves' End-Justifies-The-Means cop under investigation from Hugh Laurie's Internal Affairs division while trying to enact revenge upon the perps who capped his partner. It is Alright. Notice the capitalisation. I don't really know what else to say about it. I think I could use the word 'sufficient' to describe it. It gets the job done and is not a bad way to waste two hours, but it pales in comparison with...
In Bruges, a dark and comedic tale of two Irish hitmen hiding out in the Belgian city of Bruges after a job goes wrong. Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson play off each other wonderfully. It has a clever script with plenty of midget jokes, and when I saw the ending coming I giggled internally, though the execution of it was slightly more serious and I think if I'd actually giggled then, I'd have felt bad. I have a list on my computer (I like lists) of all the films I've seen at the Odeon since I started working there. Beneath that are sub-lists (see, I like lists) of the best and the worst. In Bruges has just become the third film on the Best list, joining Juno and Charlie Wilson's War.
I am going out tonight, probably. I've just looked at the time and there's less of tonight left than I thought, but still plenty. To Po Na Na's. A club, for those of you not familiar with it. An actual club, not like The Waterfront which pretends to be a club but is actually just a place to dance and listen to good music. No, Po Na Na's is an actual club where despite having no dress code, people still put on smart clothes to go to and listen to music that can be alright but mostly sucks. I have not been there in years. Since we've already established that the Waterfront is not a club, I have not been to any clubs in years. But, like, more years for Po Na Na's. My brain and my mind are arguing. I'm not sure which is which in this conversation, but it goes like this:
"Do I have to go?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because you've nothing else to do."
"Can't I stay in and read?"
"No. Firstly, you won't read; you'll watch the same episode of How I Met Your Mother you've seen like three or four times already. And secondly, if you don't go then you're boring."
"I'm okay with being boring."
"No you're not. You know how that Pet Shop Boys song goes, we were never being boring, we had too much time to find for ourselves. You wish your life was more like that."
"Aww man, couldn't you have picked lyrics from some cool emo band to tempt me with?"
"Fine; Please make me not so crazy, make me fall apart. Make me think beautiful, unexpected thoughts. I should mean more. There will be girls there. You could talk to them and one of them might make you feel like that."
"You expect me to talk to girls?"
"No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die."
"Where the fuck did that come from?"
"You're reading XKCD archives while you type this."
"Oh yeah."
"Anyway, [Specific Girl] might be there, and you could make an effort to talk to her."
"[Specific Girl] won't be there, I'm pretty sure."
"Why aren't we saying her name?"
"Gossip at the Odeon is the only thing known to travel faster than light. Despite the fact that I don't think anyone who'll be there tonight reads this journal, and even if they do they won't read it before tonight, mention her name and everyone will still know when I get there. Anyway, I don't like real clubs. They never play decent music."
"You might like them if you're drunk?"
"I can't afford to get drunk."
"You're the lightest lightweight in lightweightland. Don't spend too much but I think you can afford to get drunk. You're just trying to rationalise being boring by saying it's for fiscal reasons."
"We still haven't made up our brainmind and this conversation is getting a little too long. Let's have a bath and some food and then see how we feel."
Edit: Boldtext won. And yeah, financial reasons and other rationalisations are boring but I worked hard for this money and it's only just enough for rent and bills. T-shirts from the internets and nights out at the waterfront (guys, for serious let's go to the waterfront some time) are far better ways to spend what little disposable income I have left.