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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-11-03 03:42 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-11-03 03:42 pm
On Procrastination.
So, I have twenty minutes before I trudge upstairs and read more Nietzsche. My head was so muddled that I wasn't taking anything in at all. I needed a break. In any case, [/Liz's laziness justification]
So, last night, we didn't really have any specific plans. Well, we were going to go see "Nosferatu" out in Brighton, but it was raining pretty hard, so we just didn't feel like going out there unnecessarily. So, Marie and I went over to Theresa's for soup and board games. But then, one of her flatmates asked whether we wanted to go see a movie with him - "Tell Her", by the same director as "All About My Mother", but I can't remember his name just now. (Almodovar?) It was on campus, and it was Spanish, so we said "yes".
We got there, and were told that they were experiencing some technical difficulties and would have to have a short intermission in the middle. All right, fine, we can deal with that. So, we sat down, and talked for a while, before the movie started. At some point, two guys sat in front of us, and I realized that one of them was in bad need of a shower and some clean clothes. I could barely breathe. I am a firm believer in good hygiene. I was planning on spending the whole time with my nose buried in my sweatshirt, but Marie leaned over and asked if I was all right and if I wanted to move. I realized that, yes, in fact, I did. She moved with me, because she couldn't handle it, either. So, we left Theresa and Nick, and went to find two seats. We finally found two next to someone, sat down, and within a minute moved again. The guy was sitting right next to me, drinking something, and smacking his lips very methodically, and it was excrutiatingly annoying. Forget the fact that that just happens to be one of my biggest pet peeves, and makes my skin crawl, he was facing my head, so the sounds travelled very nicely straight to my ear. When we finally found good seats, we proceeded to crack up. It was funny, in that really really irritating and obnoxious way. In any case, the movie started, and everybody groaned - it was out of focus. Like, way out of focus. And we had to read the subtitles, too. After about five minutes, they stopped the film and announced that they would reimburse people if they wanted to leave, and would show "Spider-Man", instead. Quite a few people left, and we were about to, when they said that they would actually try to show the movie again. So, at nine, an hour after it was supposed to start, it did.
This time we could see the subtitles, but there was this big out-of-focus spot right in the middle. Hell, at least it wasn't the whole screen. After the intermission, it all worked wonderfully. Everybody clapped and cheered when we could actually read what it said. It was a bonding moment.
The movie was...good. Very, very odd, but good. And I was glad that I wasn't, in fact, on crack, and that it really was Geraldine Chaplin in it. My God, that woman is still alive and kicking! (She can't be as old as I think she is...she looks good...)
In any case, that was just funny. But it was probably one of those "you had to be there" moments...
In other news, I am so glad that you had such a great time! That is wonderful! I hope that things at home get better... I know how frustrating things like that can be.
I hope that you're feeling better about your birthday...and, hey, now you can buy porn! Whoo! ;) I think you should. Just because you can. How was the rest of the weekend?
So, let's talk about what a big dork I am. I was drawing Harry (Potter, yes) - around his early 20's, a portrait - and kept wondering what was wrong. Green eyes - check; black, unruly hair - check; lightning bolt-shaped scar on forehead - check. What was wrong?! Marie told me. I forgot his glasses. I am the biggest dork. WOW. I'm not too happy with it, but now that he has glasses, at least it isn't completely insane.
And now I am off to read "The Birth of Tragedy". Good luck to me. Heh.
So, last night, we didn't really have any specific plans. Well, we were going to go see "Nosferatu" out in Brighton, but it was raining pretty hard, so we just didn't feel like going out there unnecessarily. So, Marie and I went over to Theresa's for soup and board games. But then, one of her flatmates asked whether we wanted to go see a movie with him - "Tell Her", by the same director as "All About My Mother", but I can't remember his name just now. (Almodovar?) It was on campus, and it was Spanish, so we said "yes".
We got there, and were told that they were experiencing some technical difficulties and would have to have a short intermission in the middle. All right, fine, we can deal with that. So, we sat down, and talked for a while, before the movie started. At some point, two guys sat in front of us, and I realized that one of them was in bad need of a shower and some clean clothes. I could barely breathe. I am a firm believer in good hygiene. I was planning on spending the whole time with my nose buried in my sweatshirt, but Marie leaned over and asked if I was all right and if I wanted to move. I realized that, yes, in fact, I did. She moved with me, because she couldn't handle it, either. So, we left Theresa and Nick, and went to find two seats. We finally found two next to someone, sat down, and within a minute moved again. The guy was sitting right next to me, drinking something, and smacking his lips very methodically, and it was excrutiatingly annoying. Forget the fact that that just happens to be one of my biggest pet peeves, and makes my skin crawl, he was facing my head, so the sounds travelled very nicely straight to my ear. When we finally found good seats, we proceeded to crack up. It was funny, in that really really irritating and obnoxious way. In any case, the movie started, and everybody groaned - it was out of focus. Like, way out of focus. And we had to read the subtitles, too. After about five minutes, they stopped the film and announced that they would reimburse people if they wanted to leave, and would show "Spider-Man", instead. Quite a few people left, and we were about to, when they said that they would actually try to show the movie again. So, at nine, an hour after it was supposed to start, it did.
This time we could see the subtitles, but there was this big out-of-focus spot right in the middle. Hell, at least it wasn't the whole screen. After the intermission, it all worked wonderfully. Everybody clapped and cheered when we could actually read what it said. It was a bonding moment.
The movie was...good. Very, very odd, but good. And I was glad that I wasn't, in fact, on crack, and that it really was Geraldine Chaplin in it. My God, that woman is still alive and kicking! (She can't be as old as I think she is...she looks good...)
In any case, that was just funny. But it was probably one of those "you had to be there" moments...
In other news, I am so glad that you had such a great time! That is wonderful! I hope that things at home get better... I know how frustrating things like that can be.
I hope that you're feeling better about your birthday...and, hey, now you can buy porn! Whoo! ;) I think you should. Just because you can. How was the rest of the weekend?
So, let's talk about what a big dork I am. I was drawing Harry (Potter, yes) - around his early 20's, a portrait - and kept wondering what was wrong. Green eyes - check; black, unruly hair - check; lightning bolt-shaped scar on forehead - check. What was wrong?! Marie told me. I forgot his glasses. I am the biggest dork. WOW. I'm not too happy with it, but now that he has glasses, at least it isn't completely insane.
And now I am off to read "The Birth of Tragedy". Good luck to me. Heh.
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Good luck with the work!