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Just woke up from one of the weirdest series of dreams I've ever had.
In the first, I was just reading an email from the prof that I played research assistant to last year. He had promised to email me near the end of August/early September and while I wasn't really expecting to hear from him until September at the earliest, I guess my unconscious latched on harder than I thought. So, in the dream, I'm just reading the damn email and it's telling me all these stressful things like how he'd emailed me once before, and that I needed to write up a formal application for funding and submit it this week, and he -- oh god it was like an essay-- he spent pages and pages telling me that he wasn't doing anymore of the China aspect (there never was a China aspect to his research in the first place so :|) of the Russia-Europe historical narrative. I mean. I guess it was kind of impressive, since the email actually went on in fair detail about how the group had decided to focus on the evolving relationship between Russia and the EU nations, etc etc. Of course, this has nothing to do with the real topic of his research, but anyway. I woke up all stressed and alsdjfadjfskoie. Whoever said you couldn't read in dreams because that employed the left brain hemisphere and dreaming employed the right was wrong.
Then, I go back to sleep, because I was still exhausted and mentally o___________o. Oh me. Hoping my inner mind would not be quite as screwed up as to give me another strangely-coherent dream that made no sense whatsoever really. In Act Two today, we have me back in high school, trying to persuade the new principal and two relevant (though non-existent) teachers that keeping me and this other girl on as student interns was a good idea and in all of their best interests. It was like a mixture of blackmail and manipulation. I actually got the principal to call the Board director and ask if, despite the recession, they could keep two interns around. The answer was "no" (duh) and then I was like, "Hmm, Westdale is really going downhill". One of the teachers was like, "We're not supposed to say that," and me all, "Well, I don't go here anymore, so."
Apparently, no one had gotten the memo that I'd graduated 2 years ago. ... yeah, I don't know. Subconscious!me is a manipulative, selfish, vindictive bitch is what this dream is telling me, I guess. ORZ
Whatever.
I went to Toronto to see Ponyo with friends yesterday, which was adorable in animation, but only ... rather odd and confusing plotwise.
There's no doubt that, with Hayao Miyazaki back at the helm, there was a lot of excitement for Ponyo. I think, all in all, it was standard fare for Ghibli Studios, but I personally didn't find it spectacular. The art was really good, and the underwater scenes were stunning. Nothing less than awe in that department.
The story was ... ahahahaha, well it was cute, I guess? Miyazaki's re-invention of The Little Mermaid. I just think that maybe 5-year-olds were a little too young for any version of that story. The characters themselves were adorable: Sousuke was so cute and earnest and mature (god, if I ever have any children ever, please let them be like him... except for the finding true love at five part. I don't know how I'd handle that as a parent). Ponyo was really adorable, especially how she was so curious and enthusiastic about everything human.
And Sousuke's mom, Lisa... *___* she was easily my favourite character. One thing I'll say for Ghibli, apart from superb animation/art, is that their female characters never fail to disappoint. Craziest driver ever + she delivered my favourite line in the movie. After being told by her son that the little they just "rescued" from the storm was, in fact, his lost fish, she basically stares for half a second, then picks both of them up and runs with them inside with a breathless, but amused: "Life is mysterious," and proceeds to feed both her son and his fish-turned-little girl friend. Amazing, no?
Ah well, it amused me for an afternoon, and the theme song was extremely catchy and cute.
One more thing! I got my Coraline earrings in the mail on Saturday! They are alskdjfalskdf I love them. *___*
Right, okay. In the time it's taken me to write up this entry, I need to go prepare lunch now.
Mom will be back by tomorrow evening, though, so /o/
In the first, I was just reading an email from the prof that I played research assistant to last year. He had promised to email me near the end of August/early September and while I wasn't really expecting to hear from him until September at the earliest, I guess my unconscious latched on harder than I thought. So, in the dream, I'm just reading the damn email and it's telling me all these stressful things like how he'd emailed me once before, and that I needed to write up a formal application for funding and submit it this week, and he -- oh god it was like an essay-- he spent pages and pages telling me that he wasn't doing anymore of the China aspect (there never was a China aspect to his research in the first place so :|) of the Russia-Europe historical narrative. I mean. I guess it was kind of impressive, since the email actually went on in fair detail about how the group had decided to focus on the evolving relationship between Russia and the EU nations, etc etc. Of course, this has nothing to do with the real topic of his research, but anyway. I woke up all stressed and alsdjfadjfskoie. Whoever said you couldn't read in dreams because that employed the left brain hemisphere and dreaming employed the right was wrong.
Then, I go back to sleep, because I was still exhausted and mentally o___________o. Oh me. Hoping my inner mind would not be quite as screwed up as to give me another strangely-coherent dream that made no sense whatsoever really. In Act Two today, we have me back in high school, trying to persuade the new principal and two relevant (though non-existent) teachers that keeping me and this other girl on as student interns was a good idea and in all of their best interests. It was like a mixture of blackmail and manipulation. I actually got the principal to call the Board director and ask if, despite the recession, they could keep two interns around. The answer was "no" (duh) and then I was like, "Hmm, Westdale is really going downhill". One of the teachers was like, "We're not supposed to say that," and me all, "Well, I don't go here anymore, so."
Apparently, no one had gotten the memo that I'd graduated 2 years ago. ... yeah, I don't know. Subconscious!me is a manipulative, selfish, vindictive bitch is what this dream is telling me, I guess. ORZ
Whatever.
I went to Toronto to see Ponyo with friends yesterday, which was adorable in animation, but only ... rather odd and confusing plotwise.
There's no doubt that, with Hayao Miyazaki back at the helm, there was a lot of excitement for Ponyo. I think, all in all, it was standard fare for Ghibli Studios, but I personally didn't find it spectacular. The art was really good, and the underwater scenes were stunning. Nothing less than awe in that department.
The story was ... ahahahaha, well it was cute, I guess? Miyazaki's re-invention of The Little Mermaid. I just think that maybe 5-year-olds were a little too young for any version of that story. The characters themselves were adorable: Sousuke was so cute and earnest and mature (god, if I ever have any children ever, please let them be like him... except for the finding true love at five part. I don't know how I'd handle that as a parent). Ponyo was really adorable, especially how she was so curious and enthusiastic about everything human.
And Sousuke's mom, Lisa... *___* she was easily my favourite character. One thing I'll say for Ghibli, apart from superb animation/art, is that their female characters never fail to disappoint. Craziest driver ever + she delivered my favourite line in the movie. After being told by her son that the little they just "rescued" from the storm was, in fact, his lost fish, she basically stares for half a second, then picks both of them up and runs with them inside with a breathless, but amused: "Life is mysterious," and proceeds to feed both her son and his fish-turned-little girl friend. Amazing, no?
Ah well, it amused me for an afternoon, and the theme song was extremely catchy and cute.
One more thing! I got my Coraline earrings in the mail on Saturday! They are alskdjfalskdf I love them. *___*
Right, okay. In the time it's taken me to write up this entry, I need to go prepare lunch now.
Mom will be back by tomorrow evening, though, so /o/