The Academy Chronicles - Without You Everything Falls Apart
...Ms. Schulze!
Jeez, I absolutely should work on my filmtheory paper. I watched that freaking first sequence of 2001: A Space Odyssey with the Apemen and Moonwatcher and the obelisk gazillions of times, and for a while, I found it better and better time to time, but after a certain degree I guess everyone would feel the same utter detachment or even disgust and boredom. I gladly believe that the vast majority of the shots is well thought out, that this is a friggin' smartass movie, but, please, I'm fed up. I'm fed up even with the leopard's eyes, albeit that's my favourite moment [because that's the only moment revealing the technique used, that's why].
On the other hand I'm quite pissed off. They were calling me yesterday evening, one by one, because of the consultation, then I was thankfully informed that M.'ll call Ms. Schulze. He truly did so, and just found out that Her Highness is busy. Busy at the time she ordered us to the uni 3 weeks ago. It was organized, made up, set. I'm mad at her because of these little mean deeds. I was so prepared, spent my whole Friday afternoon at the uni with A. [it was pleasant, though], but I organized my life according to the plan made up, I repeat 3 weeks ago. Off with his head! Off with her head!, the Queen shouted.
And there's no work tomorrow: that worries me again, since I had no contract last time, and they're not calling from the office. What a pity, I'd need money to order the lovely Kanji Flashcards...
But at least my filmhistory paper is saved: no more suffering with obscure theories and the pitiable try to prove other obscure theories by analyzing unseen movies [that was female archetypes in film noir, for that I partially developed a theory...]. To my biggest surprise The Frisco Kid was on TV today! You know, the western comedy with Harrison Ford [who's role was originally written for the Duke himself] and Gene Wilder. The missing part of the myth, I'd say. With a plot interestingly bending off the usual scheme, involving switching roles, crisis of identity etc. That's an easy job at least - excuse my utter laziness please, I'm just unable to do anything really meaningful. With the papers I'll have to hand I won't finish my essay for Metropolisz either, I'm afraid. Although Riget is a chance I'll never get again.
Jeez, I absolutely should work on my filmtheory paper. I watched that freaking first sequence of 2001: A Space Odyssey with the Apemen and Moonwatcher and the obelisk gazillions of times, and for a while, I found it better and better time to time, but after a certain degree I guess everyone would feel the same utter detachment or even disgust and boredom. I gladly believe that the vast majority of the shots is well thought out, that this is a friggin' smartass movie, but, please, I'm fed up. I'm fed up even with the leopard's eyes, albeit that's my favourite moment [because that's the only moment revealing the technique used, that's why].
On the other hand I'm quite pissed off. They were calling me yesterday evening, one by one, because of the consultation, then I was thankfully informed that M.'ll call Ms. Schulze. He truly did so, and just found out that Her Highness is busy. Busy at the time she ordered us to the uni 3 weeks ago. It was organized, made up, set. I'm mad at her because of these little mean deeds. I was so prepared, spent my whole Friday afternoon at the uni with A. [it was pleasant, though], but I organized my life according to the plan made up, I repeat 3 weeks ago. Off with his head! Off with her head!, the Queen shouted.
And there's no work tomorrow: that worries me again, since I had no contract last time, and they're not calling from the office. What a pity, I'd need money to order the lovely Kanji Flashcards...
But at least my filmhistory paper is saved: no more suffering with obscure theories and the pitiable try to prove other obscure theories by analyzing unseen movies [that was female archetypes in film noir, for that I partially developed a theory...]. To my biggest surprise The Frisco Kid was on TV today! You know, the western comedy with Harrison Ford [who's role was originally written for the Duke himself] and Gene Wilder. The missing part of the myth, I'd say. With a plot interestingly bending off the usual scheme, involving switching roles, crisis of identity etc. That's an easy job at least - excuse my utter laziness please, I'm just unable to do anything really meaningful. With the papers I'll have to hand I won't finish my essay for Metropolisz either, I'm afraid. Although Riget is a chance I'll never get again.