Who is learning a language/can speak a language other than English? WHICH LANGUAGE SHOULD I LEARN.
/~WHERE WILL I FIND THE TIME~.
I will never not laugh in a Walk To Remember when Shane West goes to his dad's house in the middle of the night all "FIX MY GIRLFRIEND'S CANCER" and his poor dad goes: "But son, I'm a heart surgeon D:" and then Shane runs off all butthurt - "YOU'VE ALWAYS FAILED ME AS A PARENT, DAD."
Sorry I've been so inactive. I promised I'd make an effort with LJ this resurrection around but uni is just killing me and I have no idea what I want to do with my life post-this year. Ironically, these things shouldn't be keeping me from my LJ, they should be compelling me to write in it. I'll look at all your posts tomorrow, I just feel like I wanted to foster all of these new friendships on here and I started and then just kind of abandoned ship D:.
After thinking I was super organized and had all of my textbooks for this semester, listed under the "Required Materials" section for one of my classes, it simply reads "Dossier: There is a dossier of readings that is mandatory for this class." WOW COOL THANKS, SUPER INFORMATIVE.
So I emailed the tutor asking if it was in some deceptive crevasse of the website that was alluding me. Reply:
Unfortunately no, the dossier isn't online, it's a print-out with space for note-taking.
Good luck with your studies this semester!
WHERE DO I GET IT, DANNI. USDHFVBOIBGVORIHGBWRIHG
"She's kind of like a bored, Valley-girl Fiona Apple. With appalling lyrics. She's amazing. I would happily hand over money to watch her live, even though I could probably gain a similar experience by listening to her album on my iPod whilst staring at a stationary department store mannequin." - unsuccessfully justifying my love for Lana Del Rey to a skeptical co-worker.
P.S: But seriously - "Blue jeans/White shirt/Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn/It was like James Dean/For sure/You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer"
FLAWLESS LYRICAL COMPOSITION. IF YOU DON'T AGREE, GO PLAY A VIDEO GAME.
One of my best friends is having a birthday gathering at the moment and I'm not there.
The reason for my not being there is essentially due to the fact that his best friend and flatmate was a brief interlude of mine in mid-2011 who hit the final nail in the coffin which held my ability to trust men. Or something with less finality. Y'know, he was a jackass, let's leave it at that.
I feel awful because this friend of mine has kind of grown used to being side-lined by his peers. His 21st ended up not really having anything to do with him. I met him in March last year and we grew close very, very quickly and I guess I kind of wanted to show that he can make and maintain friends that give a crap about him.
And yet I'm not there.
I feel like I should be there, but I know the minute I see all of these people from my past who were either witnesses, accomplices or participants in Let's Fuck Liz Around For A Couple of Months, I'm just going to retreat into a corner and say nothing all evening. Depending on the alcohol consumed, there might be either sad or angry tears at some point. Not promoting party atmosphere.
I don't even really know what advice I'm looking for here, if any at all. It's just...you know. A crappy situation. THOUGHT I'D SHARE :D.
Whilst you were all out tonight fostering meaningful relationships and/or doing something productive and worthwhile with your time, I sat at home and did this:
SOMEBODY PLEASE SAVE ME FROM MYSELF.
- Music:Somebody that I Used to Know - Gotye
Downloaded The Artist on account of the awards season hype.
This is the issue with being a bit fixated on the Hollywood scene and living in Australia - half of the films nominated haven't even come out here yet. Which leads to a lot of judgement purely based on whether or not I like the people as opposed to the project. Gary Oldman's been nominated for Best Actor in Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy and I'm rooting for him purely based on the fact that, with all of their success, George Clooney and Brad Pitt are starting to look a little too satisfied with themselves and I wouldn't mind knocking them down a peg or two. I have seen clips of The Descendants and I can't quite place why Clooney was nominated, really. If only every actor was awarded such an honor for deigning to cry onscreen.
Anyway, my point being - I downloaded The Artist and the copy I have has no sound. I know this is ironic given that it's a silent film and all, but I don't think I could go about watching it in complete silence. Has anyone seen it? Do you maybe have alternate soundtrack suggestions for me to still get the feel of it? Duran Duran?
Bit of a low point.
- Music:Girls on Film - Duran Duran
At the moment I'm trying to read Game of Thrones, mostly because I want to watch the series and I love being that dickhead who watches adaptations of things and goes "Huh, well, in the book, which I read-".
The sad thing I've realized lately, however, is that when it comes to fantasy/sci-fi, my attention span is actually worse than when I was younger. When I was a kid I would have devoured GoT, but now my inner monologue is just a carousel of the same thoughts:
WHY ARE THEIR NAMES SO HARD TO REMEMBER. WHY DOES THIS GEORGE R.R MARTIN GUY INSIST ON CREATING LIKE...458645345435 DIFFERENT PROVINCES OR SOME CRAP, I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND THE STATE LAWS IN THIS THING.
I honestly think the 21st Century has slowly slaughtered my brain with reality television. As someone who masquerades as an intellectual, this is pretty fucking upsetting. What makes it worse is that I read Billie Piper's autobiography last week in a literal second. The entire content of that thing is "I WAS A BRITISH POPSTAR AND THIS WAS GHOST WRITTEN BY SOME JOURNALIST WHO CLEARLY GAINS NO PLEASURE FROM HIS LIFE ANYMORE, HERE'S 20 PHOTOS OF ME AT DIFFERENT EVENTS, WATCH ME NAME DROP ALL OF THESE CELEBRITIES I KNOW". That held my attention. This is what I've become.