This was much harder than I thought it would be...
Comment and I'll give you a letter, then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. Afterwards, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own.
angelil gave me S...
1. Sam's Town, the new album by The Killers. Not a massive fan of their first album (singles were, of course, excellent, but it was otherwise a bit patchy) , but this one is amazing. It manages to sound like an epic whilst still being less than 45mins long.
2. Soppy movies. I do tend to get all misty-eyed at a romantic or weepy film. Be it E.T. (oh my God, their friendship was soooo beautiful), Brokeback Mountain (sob, the bloodstained shirt....) , Amelie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind etc etc. They will cure every and any bad mood ever...
3. Shreddies. I mean, should I say more? Without question the best breakfast cereal, and the only way to start your day. No, I'm not sponsored by Nestle, by the way (who, by the way, are an evil company, but not quite evil enough to prevent me from buying Shreddies).
4. Stuart. My brother. He's difficult, should really break out of his self-imposed shell, and should really change his music taste, but he's a great brother, and, without doubt, a great friend. He's usually the first person I tell stuff to, and the last person to be kept out of the loop.
5. Self-deprecation. Along with the obvious basics of a sense of humour and honesty, I think this is one of the very best traits somebody can have. I hate people who take themselves too seriously, think everything they say is gospel, think they have got everything in their life sorted. You haven't, you never will, you smug bastards (end rant). One of the most boring things in life, believe it or not, is perfection.
6. Sugar. It's just great, isn't it? It can get you through a whole bunch of stressful situations, just eat a Mars Bar, everything just seems to get faster and seems much more funny. Who needs drugs when you've got a flapjack?
7. Southern Comfort and coke. Mmm, tasty. I'm undecided which is better; this or JD and coke. Probably this though. Less potent too, I'd imagine. Which may or may not be a good thing.
8. Shitty horror movies. Not particularly high brow, I know, but it's a particular weakness I have. I'd rather see Evil Dead or Snakes on a Plane on repeat than sit through the latest classic literary adaptation. Shocking, I know, for an English student. As much as I admire literary movies, they don't really seem to have much of a sense of fun, do they? Give me tongue in cheek gore and zombies any day. Or perhaps combine the two...
9. Spaced. One of the greatest TV programmes, ever! So hip, funny and clever, but also so heartfelt and lovely. It's a shame Shaun of the Dead wasn't the masterpiece it could have been. Not bad, but no match for this.
10. Short, snappy novels. OK, so there are some great Loooooooong books. The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen is nothing short of a masterpiece, Ulysses, Tom Wolfe books, etc etc. But generally if you can't squeeze what you want to say in under 300 pages, it really isn't worth reading, to be fair. Modern authors should take note of the literary legacy of Albert Camus, Kafka and Hemmingway. That's fiction, baby.
angelil gave me S...
1. Sam's Town, the new album by The Killers. Not a massive fan of their first album (singles were, of course, excellent, but it was otherwise a bit patchy) , but this one is amazing. It manages to sound like an epic whilst still being less than 45mins long.
2. Soppy movies. I do tend to get all misty-eyed at a romantic or weepy film. Be it E.T. (oh my God, their friendship was soooo beautiful), Brokeback Mountain (sob, the bloodstained shirt....) , Amelie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind etc etc. They will cure every and any bad mood ever...
3. Shreddies. I mean, should I say more? Without question the best breakfast cereal, and the only way to start your day. No, I'm not sponsored by Nestle, by the way (who, by the way, are an evil company, but not quite evil enough to prevent me from buying Shreddies).
4. Stuart. My brother. He's difficult, should really break out of his self-imposed shell, and should really change his music taste, but he's a great brother, and, without doubt, a great friend. He's usually the first person I tell stuff to, and the last person to be kept out of the loop.
5. Self-deprecation. Along with the obvious basics of a sense of humour and honesty, I think this is one of the very best traits somebody can have. I hate people who take themselves too seriously, think everything they say is gospel, think they have got everything in their life sorted. You haven't, you never will, you smug bastards (end rant). One of the most boring things in life, believe it or not, is perfection.
6. Sugar. It's just great, isn't it? It can get you through a whole bunch of stressful situations, just eat a Mars Bar, everything just seems to get faster and seems much more funny. Who needs drugs when you've got a flapjack?
7. Southern Comfort and coke. Mmm, tasty. I'm undecided which is better; this or JD and coke. Probably this though. Less potent too, I'd imagine. Which may or may not be a good thing.
8. Shitty horror movies. Not particularly high brow, I know, but it's a particular weakness I have. I'd rather see Evil Dead or Snakes on a Plane on repeat than sit through the latest classic literary adaptation. Shocking, I know, for an English student. As much as I admire literary movies, they don't really seem to have much of a sense of fun, do they? Give me tongue in cheek gore and zombies any day. Or perhaps combine the two...
9. Spaced. One of the greatest TV programmes, ever! So hip, funny and clever, but also so heartfelt and lovely. It's a shame Shaun of the Dead wasn't the masterpiece it could have been. Not bad, but no match for this.
10. Short, snappy novels. OK, so there are some great Loooooooong books. The Corrections by Jonathan Franzen is nothing short of a masterpiece, Ulysses, Tom Wolfe books, etc etc. But generally if you can't squeeze what you want to say in under 300 pages, it really isn't worth reading, to be fair. Modern authors should take note of the literary legacy of Albert Camus, Kafka and Hemmingway. That's fiction, baby.