Happy endings: Just what did you do, if you're a dream then come true
I am not going to leave the flat tomorrow. I went shopping today; I know I have food and toilet paper, therefore no emergency could make me leave. There's recycling that needs to be taken out but I'm leaving that for Thursday. I haven't spent a day totally inside in ages.
Hannah, by the way, seems to be changing her mind about the going for a drink with me thing. Or not changing her mind but rather... you know what. I have no fucking clue. She wishes we were friends more and doesn't want to hurt my feelings. And reading those words makes it sound like I've been dumped by someone I wasn't going out with. But I'm being harsh; this whole situation was kinda sprung upon her without warning and she's probably just as unsure how to act as I am. No, I don't want to be bitching about her on livejournal. Or anywhere really. I'm staying optimistic. These are good mistakes to make and it's about time I was making them. At least now I'm not crushin' on someone who doesn't even notice me. I mean damn but that one gets old quickly.
I saw films today. Though I saw this one second, I'm going to talk about it first. I am not really into drug culture and certainly not into pot culture, but Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay has a lot of funny moments. I mean there were a lot of times when everyone else in the cinema was laughing and I wasn't and there were some times when I was laughing and no-one else was, but there were a decent number of laughs that we all could share. There's not a lot more I can say to review it. I haven't seen the first film but after watching this film I would not avoid it. Not feeling inspired to track it down either, though.
I'll tell you what is a good film. The Diving-Bell and the Butterfly is a good film. It is very sad though. Sam cried and I'm a man so I only almost cried. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is the memoir of a journalist written after he had suffered a massive stroke and could only communicate through blinking. It is quite beautiful and very moving. Wikipedia tells me it took 200,000 blinks to write, averaging two minutes to write each word. There was a quite horrible sequence near the start where a paralysed Jean-Do has one of his eyelids sewn up by a doctor, and you see it all from his perspective. That one made me feel quite ill and I almost had to leave the screen. Don't like eyes. But the film is just great. Jean-Do Bauby - the journalist - has a wonderful sense of humour that skips between cynical and optimistic. This is a film worth watching.
It's nearing one o'clock and I'm going to stay up for a while longer because I have no reason not to.
Hannah, by the way, seems to be changing her mind about the going for a drink with me thing. Or not changing her mind but rather... you know what. I have no fucking clue. She wishes we were friends more and doesn't want to hurt my feelings. And reading those words makes it sound like I've been dumped by someone I wasn't going out with. But I'm being harsh; this whole situation was kinda sprung upon her without warning and she's probably just as unsure how to act as I am. No, I don't want to be bitching about her on livejournal. Or anywhere really. I'm staying optimistic. These are good mistakes to make and it's about time I was making them. At least now I'm not crushin' on someone who doesn't even notice me. I mean damn but that one gets old quickly.
I saw films today. Though I saw this one second, I'm going to talk about it first. I am not really into drug culture and certainly not into pot culture, but Harold and Kumar Escape From Guantanamo Bay has a lot of funny moments. I mean there were a lot of times when everyone else in the cinema was laughing and I wasn't and there were some times when I was laughing and no-one else was, but there were a decent number of laughs that we all could share. There's not a lot more I can say to review it. I haven't seen the first film but after watching this film I would not avoid it. Not feeling inspired to track it down either, though.
I'll tell you what is a good film. The Diving-Bell and the Butterfly is a good film. It is very sad though. Sam cried and I'm a man so I only almost cried. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly is the memoir of a journalist written after he had suffered a massive stroke and could only communicate through blinking. It is quite beautiful and very moving. Wikipedia tells me it took 200,000 blinks to write, averaging two minutes to write each word. There was a quite horrible sequence near the start where a paralysed Jean-Do has one of his eyelids sewn up by a doctor, and you see it all from his perspective. That one made me feel quite ill and I almost had to leave the screen. Don't like eyes. But the film is just great. Jean-Do Bauby - the journalist - has a wonderful sense of humour that skips between cynical and optimistic. This is a film worth watching.
It's nearing one o'clock and I'm going to stay up for a while longer because I have no reason not to.