Sunday, January 02, 2005
here's what I've been doing:
In the last couple of days, I:
1) Went to see The Incredibles. Excellent movie. Very entertaining, but also smart and even satirical in parts.
2) Went to see A Very Long Engagement. Also an excellent film. French, with Audrey Tautou of Amelie fame. I was depressed with how little of the French I actually understood. It was pretty violent in parts (WWI after all), and really sad in others. I cried a lot during, mainly because the lost-romance aspect reminded me of the Boy being lost on some glacier somewhere and not calling to let me know he was alive. I know I cramp his style. I can think of few people whose style I do not cramp with my ridiculous insistence on caring about them.
3) Went to see The Aviator. If it weren't for the women in that film, I would have been terminally bored. Why is it that Cate Blanchett and Kate Beckinsale are about a hundred times sexier than Leonardo DiCaprio to a pretty-much-straight-woman?
4) Worried about the Boy. Lit up when he called during the last movie. Starting to think I am a pathetic twit. Why must I care so much? Indifference would be so much easier!
5) Spent New Year's with Mr. and Mrs. Curmudgeon and a few other fogies. Walked around in the cold looking at Christmas lights and got pleasantly tipsy on bad 'champagne.' It was okay. But my idea of a spectacular New Year's involves a ridiculous Audrey Hepburn fantasyland of party dresses, cocktails, people who call me 'darling' and 'baby,' and a few real kisses at midnight, preferably the kind that lead to much more than that. Then something sexy in red satin sheets and white towels and a huge bathtub. And my hair is perfect the whole time. Oh, and I'm drunk, but not falling-down drunk. Drunk enough so that I believe I'm the most beautiful person in the room, but sober enough so that other people believe it.
Oh I am such a fool!
But the above is the actual honest truth. For once in my life I would like to actually exist on a movie set. Afterwards I do intend to resume my real, really boring life: I will go home and play computer games wearing my favourite old jeans from Milan, the ones that are all torn at the hems because I'm too short, and I'll eat almond M&Ms and chocolate bars bought from fundraising high school cheerleaders, and I won't dream of grandeur. But for just an evening, I want glamour. And I want to be a part of it, not a wallflower, but an honest-to-goodness 1920s starlet. It's pathetic, I know. But I can't help it.
6) Became obsessed with this site: www.orisinal.com. It's full of adorable little flash games written by this Indonesian guy in California called Ferry Halim. Don't ask questions, just go. My favourite is The Pond. Click the square with the yellow duck, second column from the top, second from the far right of the screen. I have the #6 spot in the high scores.
7) Got thoroughly pissed off that: a) my prof still hasn't written back, the selfish bastard, b) no one else is writing in their blogs and I am just filling dead air with boring nonsense, and c) I have to go back to school in two days and fight the good fight with people who are never on my side and don't give a shit whether I get a C- or an A, or for that matter, whether or not I shoot myself tomorrow.
Enough nonsense.
Goodnight.
-N
