"Nineteen: not as scary as twenty, so we're still young.", quoth Karen...
Aloha,
So... the birthday's over, I'm apparently 19 now. It was quite an okay day, though actually the 14th and 16th were nicer than my actual birthday, as that one was mostly spent at Ashford International waiting for the Eurostar. Still, the day before I had a very nice picnic with some uni friends to celebrate - I think we freaked out some prospective students but hey, what are those for anyway? - and the day afterwards I went to uni in Gent with Karen & Isabel and had the family come over too. I got quite a lot of lovely presents, actually, lots of movies and some books (one lovely one on old movies which my mother, my grandparents and me had supreme fun with) and the customary handbag and stuff... a big thank you to everyone!
At the moment I am trying to ignore the fact that I have 1,75 essay left to write for next week Friday and that I have a Greek exam on Thursday... to be fair, I did do some research for aforementioned essays and I studied quite a bit of my Greek last week so I should be okay. One of the essays is on Mary and Elizabeth, so that should be somewhat fun. I also had a weird experience earlier today as we had a Making History lecture that was actually enjoyable, can you imagine? Gasp! Seriously, they're usually so goddamn boring, but this one was cool, it was on the popular perception of history and there were lots of movie clips and all that... and well, give me movie clips and I'm happy. Kirsty had the brilliant idea to kill Philippa Gregory novels as a seminar diary entry for this week... I might actually go for it, as much as I liked the style of The Other Boleyn Girl, it did completely butcher history. Then again so does Elizabeth... though that film is kind of redeemed by Cate Blanchett being genius and by the nice costumes and decors and all that.
Anyways, as for films, I watched Grand Hotel yesterday night, Jemma sent it to me for my birthday and I really loved it. Garbo is simply superb as the fading, depressed ballerina and I even sort of liked Joan Crawford. It's altogether a rather tragic movie but I think it's brilliant anyway... it's a very good representation of what people travelling really are, you know, they pass each other by and their lives intersect for a while and then they all go their own way again, or not. Am going to stop going on about it now but anyway, I thought it was great.
Love,
Lies
PS: I am getting unhealthily fond of caramel macchiatos.
So... the birthday's over, I'm apparently 19 now. It was quite an okay day, though actually the 14th and 16th were nicer than my actual birthday, as that one was mostly spent at Ashford International waiting for the Eurostar. Still, the day before I had a very nice picnic with some uni friends to celebrate - I think we freaked out some prospective students but hey, what are those for anyway? - and the day afterwards I went to uni in Gent with Karen & Isabel and had the family come over too. I got quite a lot of lovely presents, actually, lots of movies and some books (one lovely one on old movies which my mother, my grandparents and me had supreme fun with) and the customary handbag and stuff... a big thank you to everyone!
At the moment I am trying to ignore the fact that I have 1,75 essay left to write for next week Friday and that I have a Greek exam on Thursday... to be fair, I did do some research for aforementioned essays and I studied quite a bit of my Greek last week so I should be okay. One of the essays is on Mary and Elizabeth, so that should be somewhat fun. I also had a weird experience earlier today as we had a Making History lecture that was actually enjoyable, can you imagine? Gasp! Seriously, they're usually so goddamn boring, but this one was cool, it was on the popular perception of history and there were lots of movie clips and all that... and well, give me movie clips and I'm happy. Kirsty had the brilliant idea to kill Philippa Gregory novels as a seminar diary entry for this week... I might actually go for it, as much as I liked the style of The Other Boleyn Girl, it did completely butcher history. Then again so does Elizabeth... though that film is kind of redeemed by Cate Blanchett being genius and by the nice costumes and decors and all that.
Anyways, as for films, I watched Grand Hotel yesterday night, Jemma sent it to me for my birthday and I really loved it. Garbo is simply superb as the fading, depressed ballerina and I even sort of liked Joan Crawford. It's altogether a rather tragic movie but I think it's brilliant anyway... it's a very good representation of what people travelling really are, you know, they pass each other by and their lives intersect for a while and then they all go their own way again, or not. Am going to stop going on about it now but anyway, I thought it was great.
Love,
Lies
PS: I am getting unhealthily fond of caramel macchiatos.