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brinshannara) wrote2005-02-28 06:27 am
brinshannara) wrote2005-02-28 06:27 am
Way past my bedtime.
And yet, here I am. Whee.
I've had a fun weekend. Upon realizing that a paper I was going to do for Monday can actually be done on another subject for next Monday, I decided to enjoy my last weekend off before school started up again.
Subsequently, I have a lot to say on several subjects. Cut for your convenience. Aren't I nice?
My weekend.
Friday began interestingly. I woke up, wide awake, after about five hours of sleep. I had to stay up, too, since I had my last driving lesson. It lasted two hours and involved me driving around parts of the island I didn't even know existed. We did two mock tests and BOY, did I screw up the first one. Stupid arrows, is all I have to say. The second one went extremely well.
I got dropped off after my lesson at my parents' house, and eventually, my dad and I went up north to ski. I drove up north, nearly killed us both twice. That was unfun. People in this province don't know how to merge. I refused to drive home in the dark, so Pop drove us back to the house. My mom ordered us chicken. We watched Jeopardy. I explained to my parents what an iPod is and HOW BADLY I WANT ONE. They also said they might get my clarinet fixed; all the corking has come off and there's still the matter of a bent key or two on the lower half, which means I have to twist it awkwardly to get any of the notes below C to, well, sound. (I <3 my clarinet. Leave me alone.)
I finally fell asleep around 3-something in the morning and slept for, oh, not nearly long enough. Maybe 6 hours? 7? Still, not very much.
My friend C called and asked if I wanted to go out for food or something, and I passed, saying I was going to work on my paper and do laundry. Well, laundry didn't get done, and my paper didn't get done, so when she called me back two hours later and offered a movie, I said sure. So I met her at the Paramount (she was late. As usual.) and we saw Million Dollar Baby. I really enjoyed it, despite being really tired. And I had a fun time with C -- something that doesn't happen often. And, it was her treat, which was unexpected. We were going to go to dinner together and then go see Ray at the Forum, but we were both too exhausted, so I came home, threw in some laundry, had dinner... and wound up staying up far too late. Like, until 3ish. But I then slept for something like TWELVE HOURS. Oh, the wonderful wonderfulness of sleep! :D (I'm going to be able to sleep a max of 7 hours tonight. I am lame.)
The plan today was that I'd go over, we'd reformat her HD, she'd lend me a book and give me the Valentine's Day chocolates that she bought me (oh, so many different flavours of WEIRD that she bought me chocolates for Valentine's Day, but that's another topic entirely), I'd give her her way-belated birthday present and we'd go see a movie and watch the Oscars tonight. After seeing MDB, I suddenly didn't not care anymore, I became invested. Dammit! :)
Well, what happened today was I slept in. A lot. And then called her and we figured out, after a long discussion, that it would be impossible to eat, see a movie and then watch the Oscars. So we decided to meet at the theatre. She lives a five minute block from this theatre. I took a cab, it was late, *I* was late, and I still beat her to the theatre. Anyways, I had gift certificates, so I used those to pay for the tickets, and we went and saw Finding Neverland. Wow. I fell MADLY in love with it. I need to own it. Now. Nownownow. (Also, the woman who plays Peter in the play? IS THE SCOTTISH WOMAN FROM ALIAS. The one Vaughn opened up to, the one with the crazy mad brother! I couldn't place her as I watched her, but I KNEW I knew her from somewhere!) Fan. Frigging. Tastic. It made me want to write. And very little makes me want to write the way this did. And something occurred to me during the movie. Anyone can write about anything. But it's all crap, if it doesn't come from inside you, if it doesn't mean much to you. And that is why it's so hard to be a writer. It's the most terrifying thing in the world to show something you've written, something you truly care about, to anyone at all. Especially if they're to judge it.
(Which struck home with me, since I'm attempting to put together a portfolio of my work for the Creative Writing Department at school, just so I can take one of their classes.)
After I finished CRYING (because I am a sap), we adventured over to a restaurant, took out food and adventured back to C's place. We watched a couple hours of the Oscars (I came home before they ended) and... the rest is in the next couple of cuts.
A birthday present.
I gave C her birthday present today. I only bought it on Thursday, but it's LONG overdue. Sitting together on her bed, tonight, we had a conversation along these lines:
"So," I said, and showed her the little box her present was in.
"Ooh. You got a box."
"Yes. Yes, I did. It is, indeed, a box. Happy birthday."
"Oh, just what I've always wanted!"
We laughed.
"I've known you pretty much my whole life," I began.
"Oh, man. This is going to be serious!" she exclaimed, looking a little uncomfortable.
I laughed. "No, it's not serious," I said.
"I hope you didn't spend too much money!"
"I didn't. Just relax and let me talk!"
"Okay."
"So I've known you pretty much my whole life, and in the last year and a half or so, there's been maybe one moment when I've seen you as excited and carefree and enthusiastic as you were when we were kids."
She didn't take that too well, flipping me off, while grinning.
"No, I mean... you've been so stressed out with school that you haven't had a chance to relax, haven't been able to be as carefree as we were when we were kids."
"Okay... So what was that moment?"
"You are so impatient. Shut up and listen!"
"Fine, I'm listening."
"So when I witnessed that moment, I instantly knew I had to get you something to do with it. I didn't know exactly what form it would take, I didn't know where to get anything like what I was considering, and I finally, finally happened upon it the other day while shopping for the first time in like, two months, and knew it was what I had been searching for." I handed it to her, but before I took my hand away, I said "I promise it's not glass."
She laughed. "What?!"
"I was about to buy it and I asked the saleswoman what would happen if it fell. Would it shatter? Would it go flying everywhere? She assured me it would not. So don't worry." (she's had a lot of issues with glass lately.)
She opened it and it's ... well, hard to explain. It's a chunk of crystal with an engraved, 3D figure inside. It's of a dolphin leaping out of the water. The only day in the last year and a half that I've seen her as exuberant and carefree, etc, as she was when we were kids was when she'd gotten back from her vacation in Cuba and she was telling me about how she'd gone swimming with dolphins. Her face had entirely lit up, she was beaming, she couldn't stop smiling, she was laughing. It was unreal. It was like she was six again, and all was right with the world. So I got her a little reminder of how that *her* still exists, despite the soul-crushing experience that is law school. She liked it quite a bit, so, yay. :)
The Oscars.
All I have to say is that I'm really fscking happy that Leonardo DiCaprio didn't win anything. I'm psyched Hilary Swank won best actress, happy that Clint Eastwood won best director and happy that Million Dollar Baby won best movie. I haven't seen Ray, but I think Jamie Foxx totally deserved best actor -- although I would have been thrilled if Johnny Depp had won for Finding Neverland. Also would have liked Finding Neverland to have won best picture, but ah, well. MDB was a great movie, too. It just didn't resonate as much with me. On the whole, good stuff.
TV.
Been downloading Tru Calling episodes. They made 6 for Season 2 before it was canned, and they're being aired IN NEW ZEALAND. Thank goodness for BitTorrent. I've downloaded (and watched!) four of them. And it's REALLY starting to get good. I'm going to be really upset when I get to the end of the episodes, because then it's going to be real that it's over, and it really, really had a lot of potential. And not just becauseFaith Tru is hot, either.
And, finally, The L Word, Season 2. Just finished watching 2x02 and rather enjoyed it. I want Bette and Tina back together, the tension between Alice and Dana is just mind-numbingly HOT, I laughed at Sandra Bernhard for not liking Jenny's writing (HAHAHA!) and Carmen is so gorgeous that I'd like to do her RIGHT NOW, thankyouverymuch. Also, Ivan is HOT as a girl! When we saw her at her cabin, working under the car? MROWR. None of this drag stuff; she is one fine looking woman. Mmm! Also, MARINA'S HUSBAND?! I don't know that I like that they're villainizing Marina, particularly since Karina Lombard's absence is already being keenly felt, but hey -- I never saw that one coming. Nice little twist there.
I've been writing this for 27 minutes. Time to go to bed.
I've had a fun weekend. Upon realizing that a paper I was going to do for Monday can actually be done on another subject for next Monday, I decided to enjoy my last weekend off before school started up again.
Subsequently, I have a lot to say on several subjects. Cut for your convenience. Aren't I nice?
My weekend.
Friday began interestingly. I woke up, wide awake, after about five hours of sleep. I had to stay up, too, since I had my last driving lesson. It lasted two hours and involved me driving around parts of the island I didn't even know existed. We did two mock tests and BOY, did I screw up the first one. Stupid arrows, is all I have to say. The second one went extremely well.
I got dropped off after my lesson at my parents' house, and eventually, my dad and I went up north to ski. I drove up north, nearly killed us both twice. That was unfun. People in this province don't know how to merge. I refused to drive home in the dark, so Pop drove us back to the house. My mom ordered us chicken. We watched Jeopardy. I explained to my parents what an iPod is and HOW BADLY I WANT ONE. They also said they might get my clarinet fixed; all the corking has come off and there's still the matter of a bent key or two on the lower half, which means I have to twist it awkwardly to get any of the notes below C to, well, sound. (I <3 my clarinet. Leave me alone.)
I finally fell asleep around 3-something in the morning and slept for, oh, not nearly long enough. Maybe 6 hours? 7? Still, not very much.
My friend C called and asked if I wanted to go out for food or something, and I passed, saying I was going to work on my paper and do laundry. Well, laundry didn't get done, and my paper didn't get done, so when she called me back two hours later and offered a movie, I said sure. So I met her at the Paramount (she was late. As usual.) and we saw Million Dollar Baby. I really enjoyed it, despite being really tired. And I had a fun time with C -- something that doesn't happen often. And, it was her treat, which was unexpected. We were going to go to dinner together and then go see Ray at the Forum, but we were both too exhausted, so I came home, threw in some laundry, had dinner... and wound up staying up far too late. Like, until 3ish. But I then slept for something like TWELVE HOURS. Oh, the wonderful wonderfulness of sleep! :D (I'm going to be able to sleep a max of 7 hours tonight. I am lame.)
The plan today was that I'd go over, we'd reformat her HD, she'd lend me a book and give me the Valentine's Day chocolates that she bought me (oh, so many different flavours of WEIRD that she bought me chocolates for Valentine's Day, but that's another topic entirely), I'd give her her way-belated birthday present and we'd go see a movie and watch the Oscars tonight. After seeing MDB, I suddenly didn't not care anymore, I became invested. Dammit! :)
Well, what happened today was I slept in. A lot. And then called her and we figured out, after a long discussion, that it would be impossible to eat, see a movie and then watch the Oscars. So we decided to meet at the theatre. She lives a five minute block from this theatre. I took a cab, it was late, *I* was late, and I still beat her to the theatre. Anyways, I had gift certificates, so I used those to pay for the tickets, and we went and saw Finding Neverland. Wow. I fell MADLY in love with it. I need to own it. Now. Nownownow. (Also, the woman who plays Peter in the play? IS THE SCOTTISH WOMAN FROM ALIAS. The one Vaughn opened up to, the one with the crazy mad brother! I couldn't place her as I watched her, but I KNEW I knew her from somewhere!) Fan. Frigging. Tastic. It made me want to write. And very little makes me want to write the way this did. And something occurred to me during the movie. Anyone can write about anything. But it's all crap, if it doesn't come from inside you, if it doesn't mean much to you. And that is why it's so hard to be a writer. It's the most terrifying thing in the world to show something you've written, something you truly care about, to anyone at all. Especially if they're to judge it.
(Which struck home with me, since I'm attempting to put together a portfolio of my work for the Creative Writing Department at school, just so I can take one of their classes.)
After I finished CRYING (because I am a sap), we adventured over to a restaurant, took out food and adventured back to C's place. We watched a couple hours of the Oscars (I came home before they ended) and... the rest is in the next couple of cuts.
A birthday present.
I gave C her birthday present today. I only bought it on Thursday, but it's LONG overdue. Sitting together on her bed, tonight, we had a conversation along these lines:
"So," I said, and showed her the little box her present was in.
"Ooh. You got a box."
"Yes. Yes, I did. It is, indeed, a box. Happy birthday."
"Oh, just what I've always wanted!"
We laughed.
"I've known you pretty much my whole life," I began.
"Oh, man. This is going to be serious!" she exclaimed, looking a little uncomfortable.
I laughed. "No, it's not serious," I said.
"I hope you didn't spend too much money!"
"I didn't. Just relax and let me talk!"
"Okay."
"So I've known you pretty much my whole life, and in the last year and a half or so, there's been maybe one moment when I've seen you as excited and carefree and enthusiastic as you were when we were kids."
She didn't take that too well, flipping me off, while grinning.
"No, I mean... you've been so stressed out with school that you haven't had a chance to relax, haven't been able to be as carefree as we were when we were kids."
"Okay... So what was that moment?"
"You are so impatient. Shut up and listen!"
"Fine, I'm listening."
"So when I witnessed that moment, I instantly knew I had to get you something to do with it. I didn't know exactly what form it would take, I didn't know where to get anything like what I was considering, and I finally, finally happened upon it the other day while shopping for the first time in like, two months, and knew it was what I had been searching for." I handed it to her, but before I took my hand away, I said "I promise it's not glass."
She laughed. "What?!"
"I was about to buy it and I asked the saleswoman what would happen if it fell. Would it shatter? Would it go flying everywhere? She assured me it would not. So don't worry." (she's had a lot of issues with glass lately.)
She opened it and it's ... well, hard to explain. It's a chunk of crystal with an engraved, 3D figure inside. It's of a dolphin leaping out of the water. The only day in the last year and a half that I've seen her as exuberant and carefree, etc, as she was when we were kids was when she'd gotten back from her vacation in Cuba and she was telling me about how she'd gone swimming with dolphins. Her face had entirely lit up, she was beaming, she couldn't stop smiling, she was laughing. It was unreal. It was like she was six again, and all was right with the world. So I got her a little reminder of how that *her* still exists, despite the soul-crushing experience that is law school. She liked it quite a bit, so, yay. :)
The Oscars.
All I have to say is that I'm really fscking happy that Leonardo DiCaprio didn't win anything. I'm psyched Hilary Swank won best actress, happy that Clint Eastwood won best director and happy that Million Dollar Baby won best movie. I haven't seen Ray, but I think Jamie Foxx totally deserved best actor -- although I would have been thrilled if Johnny Depp had won for Finding Neverland. Also would have liked Finding Neverland to have won best picture, but ah, well. MDB was a great movie, too. It just didn't resonate as much with me. On the whole, good stuff.
TV.
Been downloading Tru Calling episodes. They made 6 for Season 2 before it was canned, and they're being aired IN NEW ZEALAND. Thank goodness for BitTorrent. I've downloaded (and watched!) four of them. And it's REALLY starting to get good. I'm going to be really upset when I get to the end of the episodes, because then it's going to be real that it's over, and it really, really had a lot of potential. And not just because
And, finally, The L Word, Season 2. Just finished watching 2x02 and rather enjoyed it. I want Bette and Tina back together, the tension between Alice and Dana is just mind-numbingly HOT, I laughed at Sandra Bernhard for not liking Jenny's writing (HAHAHA!) and Carmen is so gorgeous that I'd like to do her RIGHT NOW, thankyouverymuch. Also, Ivan is HOT as a girl! When we saw her at her cabin, working under the car? MROWR. None of this drag stuff; she is one fine looking woman. Mmm! Also, MARINA'S HUSBAND?! I don't know that I like that they're villainizing Marina, particularly since Karina Lombard's absence is already being keenly felt, but hey -- I never saw that one coming. Nice little twist there.
I've been writing this for 27 minutes. Time to go to bed.