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2005-03-20 - 12:23 a.m. It's Midnight and I'm Still Hung Over From Last Night Very quick PreBed update because for some reason the hangover is STILL swimming through me and not letting me sleep. Or maybe it's all the tea I drank two hours ago that's keeping me up. Could be. I should never, ever again try to keep up with the boys when we're doing shooters. The way my body felt this morning was Not Fucking Cool. (Insert promises to never ever drink again.)Movies I Now Love It's been ages since I rented a movie, and since I've been mildly nauseous all day (dear god, I pity my tables at work tonight!) I decided to sit at home tonight with a half baguette, some water crackers, some brie and some herb goat cheese, cocoa and tea, and watch some videos. I've actually had them for over a week* and this was the first time I've given myself a chance to just chill out long enough to watch them. *Thank goddess the Movie Studio doesn't ever make me pay my late charges; I don't think I've ever watched a movie on time! A kinda-feminist comedy about suffrage and the importance of voting. I don't think I understood more than two of the jokes the entire time, because they were for the most part either political or cultural, and the politics and culture of Iran go completly over my head. I think that was possibly the best part of the movie. Reminded me of driving around Turkey and not being able to read any of the signs or eavesdrop on any of the conversations and having to just swing with it, open up, let it wash over me without being able to really know what any of it was. Fabulous. I think there was a romantic subplot, I think there was religious mockery, and I think there was a commentary on economic harshness in the desert and in rural places in general. And there was definitely some interesting commentary on gender, on the ways it restricts and allows access in certain societies. And the limitations of democracy. But overall -- yeah, those were glimmers of insight, and not necessarily clear messages. Wonderful. Because I love the French. They move in together way too quickly*, they scream all the time, they drink too much coffee, they drink too much wine, they drink too much in general, they throw things when they fight, they are beautiful, they are full to the brim of passion and angst. *One of my favourite jokes: Okay, this is all obviously just a load of stereotypical and somewhat culturalist bullshit, but it's the bullshit that they peddle in movies, and I've totally bought into it. There is something intrinsically more intense about a life lived in French, and a HUGE part of my heart is secretly hoping to not get into school this September so I can do just that for a year. En parlant de la France, et alors du Quebec, et du Montreal specifiquement... The Boy With the Mandolin gave the Official Go-Ahead about our trip to Montreal the last weekend of April. Granted, we haven't decided when we're leaving or when/if either/both of us are coming back, but we're going! For sure! I like to put this here as though I could possibly convince myself that I didn't already know that we were going to go, that he would say yes, because who could resist free tickets to Cirque de Soleil (from FGB, loveloveadoreadore) and a weekend with Beautiful Me, popping my Montreal Cherry, and painting the town with the Big Red Mess of popping that particular cherry? Really. Other Things That Are Making Me Really, Really Happy 1. I finished all my coursework (finally!) for Issues and Strategies in Counselling Women and i think it was all brillant, as per the usual. I've received two out of four of the assignments back in the mail, and it appears that my professor agrees re: the 'brilliant me' thing. 2. Every possibility for September, and there are many of them, is wonderful. Which does alot to alleviate the stress of not knowing. 3. I got some beautiful clothes from Nokomis and there is now a picture of each of my grannies on the walls of that store. Hooray! 4. I ordered Stewart Levine's A Year To Live. I don't know that I'll be able to do that particular practice any time soon, but I'm very interested in it, and who knows. Maybe I will have time. We shall see. 5. I have a breakfast date with Draw tomorrow and one with my Geeky Friend on Monday morning. I haven't spent time with either of these fabulous young men in AGES. Luckily, I only want to hump one of them -- if I wanted to hump both of them, and I had two dates two days in a row, my head might explode. 6. I am way, way behind in my writing course, and I also have had a sudden surge of brilliance whip its way into me. So the poems will be dripping from my pen within, quite possibly, the hour, if I don't get to bed -- and if not the hour, then certainly before class on Wednesday.
--mopheaded wants to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees
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