Together we'll wreak havoc, you and me...
I don't like labels. After having spent twenty years trying to decide where I belong and finally coming to terms with myself, I have no interest in fitting other people's narrow categorizations of who they think I should be. To be relegated to an either/or existence sounds heinously boring, not to mention inaccurate to myself as I've realized me to be. I'll be postmodern if I want to be postmodern, damn it.
Oh, now I've gone off on a tangent. Blast. Anyway, the problem with all of this lovely kind of thinking is that when I shun the idea of labeling my interactions with other people, I really have no clue know where I stand. That's annoying.
Sometimes being eclectic to the point of social retardation has its downsides.
I saw The Prestige with Michael the other night, and I'm still not sure how I feel about it. From a stylistic point of view it was very much like Batman Begins, all dark and whooshy *makes hand motions*. The storytelling, however, reminded me a lot of Memento. It was really difficult to effectively pick up on foreshadowing cues, and then as we learned little pieces of the story there was no way to know how much of it was actually true, which was unnerving. One failing of the movie--well, a failing mostly because I don't really want to go back and watch it again--was the voice-over effect between Christian Bale and Hugh Jackman's characters. As with other elements of the movie I was able to put things together eventually, but it took way too long for me to decipher who was speaking whose words and from whose journal. Everything seemed much less convoluted by the end of the movie, but meh. *shrugs* If you're going to spend ten bucks on a movie this week, go see The Departed instead.
Nanowrimo starts in a few days, and I'm still slightly terrified at the prospect of writing a few thousand words a day--coherent words, at that! *shakes head* What did I get myself into?
I have a Piano midterm in the morning, so that's all for tonight.