An interesting bit of old news: life is shot
Ever since I came back on Friday I've been too depressed to write anything on LJ. It wasn't the leaving process but the return that got me down; you live somewhere for a month completely unrelated to reality and you become rather...addicted. Most everything that occured would be disinteresting to anyone who was not present. Rather an inside joke sort of thing, yes? Anyways, it seems as though life is conspiring to make me sad in new and original ways that would be funny, perhaps, to someone not in such a rotten mood, i.e. you lot.
-It's final - Mr. Depp will be doing his own singing in the movie version of Sweeney Todd. I have every respect for him as an actor, but Sondheim is not for novices.
-AYUSA, the foreign exchange program that's sending me to France, e-mailed me several weeks before I returned (!) to say that I needed to send either a new photo of myself or a new caption, because the old set was too weird and might frighten the host families if more explination was not provided. Oh, and they said it was due on the 14th. I only heard about it on the 18th, which caused me to break into a panic, only to find out that it wasn't as urgent as they made it out to be.
-Chicago (the movie one) has a French dub, but not sub, which means that I can listen to the Cell Block Tango in French but can't understand what they're saying, let alone record it.
-I could legally be put in a mental institution for 'Gender Dysphoria' if my parents felt like it. How disturbing is that?
-It took me three days to find my tasteful blue tie. Guess where it was? Still in my coat pocket from the time last month I visited
captainpellew. *facepalm*
-It's final - Mr. Depp will be doing his own singing in the movie version of Sweeney Todd. I have every respect for him as an actor, but Sondheim is not for novices.
-AYUSA, the foreign exchange program that's sending me to France, e-mailed me several weeks before I returned (!) to say that I needed to send either a new photo of myself or a new caption, because the old set was too weird and might frighten the host families if more explination was not provided. Oh, and they said it was due on the 14th. I only heard about it on the 18th, which caused me to break into a panic, only to find out that it wasn't as urgent as they made it out to be.
-Chicago (the movie one) has a French dub, but not sub, which means that I can listen to the Cell Block Tango in French but can't understand what they're saying, let alone record it.
-I could legally be put in a mental institution for 'Gender Dysphoria' if my parents felt like it. How disturbing is that?
-It took me three days to find my tasteful blue tie. Guess where it was? Still in my coat pocket from the time last month I visited
captainpellew. *facepalm*