Thoughts before I go to class and embarrass myself
1. I don't care what the optimistic women in my film class say. I'm actually with the men - I do think at this time of the month, my body is working against me. Maybe those women don't experience this kind of back pain. I am pleased not to be pregnant, but I could have been even more pleased if this had started tomorrow. P.S. Sorry for the TMI.
2. So as I was saying to Katya yesterday ... weird as it is, I'm actually upset that Heath Ledger died. Ben, who's my age, thinks I'm more upset than he is because of the less degrees of separation thing. I listened to Don talk about working on Batman over the summer, actually talking about the actor, so he's more of a person. I'd be more inclined to agree with Katya, who is of the opinion that we care more because Heath Ledger is about our age, and has been in several films we've seen. He's our generation. He was a good actor, very attractive, and besides that, very naturally likeable in his films. I doubt that will hold true for Batman. I don't know. I'm just sad about it. Not overwhelmingly sad, just very obviously beyond not-happy. Surprisingly unindifferent.
3. I've decided to take the easy route today in talking about myself, and go the not-happy not entertaining route. I'm going to talk about the activities I enjoyed during my little breakdown, and how they are what I am - food, liquor, and the novel. Mostly food.
4. It's still fucking cold. Gaaaaaah.
5. Last night I sat at the Duke of Perth writing my introduction speech and drinking my one dry gin martini, up, twist. Cold, minimal, tasty. I should have them more often. It would have been even more enjoyable if I hadn't been working, or there weren't these guys who I swear to god couldn't have been legal, getting drunk off one beer and talking as loudly as they possibly could, despite it being a wednesday and not loud in the bar. I was finally forced to verbally beat down one of them who was going on about how he was going to get a tattoo in Thailand next month. *sigh* All 21 year olds, me more than most, are idiots. But there's a line.
6. Jeffrey told me yesterday about the Omen reunion coming up in apparently April. If I lived in New York instead of Chicago I'd like to go. I think. Maybe. There's this long list of people I'd pretty much decided that I was never going to see again and so wouldn't think any more about. That I might have to amend said list might take a little more mental power than I've got to spare. But there are folks I'd like to see, and the Castle kids would be near. Lack of a car is inconvenient.
7. Life continues. Haven't failed yet. Good enough.
2. So as I was saying to Katya yesterday ... weird as it is, I'm actually upset that Heath Ledger died. Ben, who's my age, thinks I'm more upset than he is because of the less degrees of separation thing. I listened to Don talk about working on Batman over the summer, actually talking about the actor, so he's more of a person. I'd be more inclined to agree with Katya, who is of the opinion that we care more because Heath Ledger is about our age, and has been in several films we've seen. He's our generation. He was a good actor, very attractive, and besides that, very naturally likeable in his films. I doubt that will hold true for Batman. I don't know. I'm just sad about it. Not overwhelmingly sad, just very obviously beyond not-happy. Surprisingly unindifferent.
3. I've decided to take the easy route today in talking about myself, and go the not-happy not entertaining route. I'm going to talk about the activities I enjoyed during my little breakdown, and how they are what I am - food, liquor, and the novel. Mostly food.
4. It's still fucking cold. Gaaaaaah.
5. Last night I sat at the Duke of Perth writing my introduction speech and drinking my one dry gin martini, up, twist. Cold, minimal, tasty. I should have them more often. It would have been even more enjoyable if I hadn't been working, or there weren't these guys who I swear to god couldn't have been legal, getting drunk off one beer and talking as loudly as they possibly could, despite it being a wednesday and not loud in the bar. I was finally forced to verbally beat down one of them who was going on about how he was going to get a tattoo in Thailand next month. *sigh* All 21 year olds, me more than most, are idiots. But there's a line.
6. Jeffrey told me yesterday about the Omen reunion coming up in apparently April. If I lived in New York instead of Chicago I'd like to go. I think. Maybe. There's this long list of people I'd pretty much decided that I was never going to see again and so wouldn't think any more about. That I might have to amend said list might take a little more mental power than I've got to spare. But there are folks I'd like to see, and the Castle kids would be near. Lack of a car is inconvenient.
7. Life continues. Haven't failed yet. Good enough.