Musings of an exhausted mind...
It's over. All OVER.
No more exams until... well, a long time, anyway.
*dances around in crazy, deranged circles*
I'm not going to talk about how they actually went until at least when I get my marks back - I really don't want the painful memories of this morning dredged up again.
I'm really going to have to work on my concentration and getting stuff done - but right now I just want to kick back and enjoy being able to flick through my f-list without a guilty conscience, and the fact I don't have to go to school for another... 5 days!!!
So I went to see the Bourne Ultimatum today... *dum dum dum*
It was... okay. Interesting.
The storyline needed some work - they needed to connect more dots, and just make things a little bit more clear for the viewer - sometimes the whirling from place to place, always moving, was a bit overwhelming. And there wasn't nearly enough dialogue to clear things up, either. :(
It was fascinating the way they depicted the CIA - and I can't believe Jason/David fell for that "saving American lives" crap. I mean, seriously. I don't know - maybe Americans buy that? No offense to my Yank friends, but... *rolls eyes*
Visually - as usual, it was breathtaking - Morocco, across Europe... they did some great sequences - like the one jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Morocco. But sometimes they overdid it, moving the camera too fast - it got blurry, and your eyes hurt. It's definitely a different way to shoot, which I liked - it allows actors so much space in terms of facial expressions, and it's a very... "nitty gritty" type of spy movie. Emotional, intense, real, bloody. Much better than glossy James Bond ;)
It didn't hurt that Matt Damon is a supremely good looking man. :P
I liked the ending - when he fell off the building, I had heart palpitations - but then he did his little breastroke kick, which was cute as. :P
Favorite Part: The parts with Julia Stiles (particularly her little grin at the end) because she is beautiful and a wonderful actress, and also the part where Pamela Landy finishes faxing the top secret documents as the Chief comes in - she's got this wonderful look of triumph and revenge as he understands what she's done. You GO girl!!!
Not So Favorite Part: Parts where the camera moved way too fast - and the fight sequence in the Moroccan bathroom. Too fast and Matrix-y to be realistic, IMO - and it was just disturbing at the end when he finally killed him.
Um - it got confirmed for me (after a roller coaster ride in which I wasn't sure what to believe) that a girl who was once in my school (she left end of last year, i think) committed suicide last Monday. Her funeral was held on the Friday - I hope that whereever she is, she's found peace and happiness - whatever she was looking for. I've sort of gotten over my shock - now I just... I still find it hard to believe, but I'm filled with calm acceptance, grief, and an overwhelming sense of guilt.
I... personally, to tell the god to honest truth, look at suicide as more of a cowardly act than anything. You get the easy way out - and leave the people behind you to feel grief, guilt, shock... they have to move on, they have to pick up the pieces.
But the question is - why would she do it? What was in her life that made her want to take that step? Did we contribute to that - she didn't have that many friends at our school - could we have been more accomadating? Not just sat on our asses and waited until something like this happened?
She was a nice girl... quiet, definitely - she had been in my drama class. I remember we used to talk, sometimes - but not often, because I'd have other louder, more boisteous friends... I owe all of my Greenday and Simple Plan collection to her, actually.
Could we have stopped this? Helped her? Are we, as a whole, to blame for teen suicides? Does our obsession with individuality and privacy not provide enough of a safety net - a support group for people that might be suffering and need help?
I don't think she was mentally ill or anything - just... heavily depressed, I guess. And yet no-one saw. No-one... damn it, this is frustrating.
And it hurts, especially now - because lately I've been struggling with the line between letting someone go their way and preventing arguments and pain, and intervening when I think it's going to hurt them in the long run.
My thoughts aren't very coherent - but I ... I still can't believe it. I don't think any of my friends would ever do this, but then again, she "part of that emo group" would ever do this either (bloody hell; I saw her a few months ago and she looked happy) ...
Your f-lists will probably get spammed by me in the next few days - as a whole bunch of memes and stuff I wanted to say start popping up, but right now I'm just... so... exhausted.
And my room needs fumigating again, too. :(
PS: B, and Sar - I've gotten some more work done, (yes, finally) on that morbid_fic I owe :)