(I know we haven't really finished school, just term, but it's a Dashboard Confessional song and I was just listening to it geez get over yourself and get with the times.)
(Prediction: will end up writing about it anyway because once I start one of these I never seem to really stop..)
Okay, I'll just talk about last week after all.
For Sophie's 21st, we all went off to Gatecrasher, but there was a crazy-special twist: Esme was also present for the festivities! (Not actually present for Sophie's 21st cus that'd be kinda weird cus she didn't know Sophie; she was at Warwick (about to say here but I'M NOT HERE AM I and oh god, I'm bracketing within brackets I am the worst person ever for overlong sentences,) for her interview WHICH WENT WELL AND WAS SUCCESSFUL okay, sentence terminate.) It was 80's theme so I just threw on a neon clash of colours because I didn't know what else to really do and my bank account was draining like mad - bless being at home where i don't have to pay 3 quid for laundry - so kept it simple~~
Friday was just a lovely DAY overall. Picked up Esme Thursday night and we finished off Return Of The King, (well, watched the whole thing but finished off the trilogy with it I should've said and YEAH EXTENDED,) and she got to meet my hallmates who kindly restrained themselves from making too many of their usual comments to me until she went to bed. (Not that she's too much better herself.)
And then Friday lunch, since we had an extra hour off cus of no Theatre seminar, we went to Varsity for our lunch - FUCK, I just realised I've talked about this already. I'm really the worst blogger ever. Here, have some more photos whilst I awkwardly brush this flounder off.
(I could really just delete and pretend I never made this mistake, BUT I LIKE TO KEEP THINGS REAL AND AUTHENTIC, Y'ALL KNOW ME.)
Yes I WAS one of those twats who wears sunglasses indoors.
After everyone left and I waved my farewells, the number of people in the halls quickly dwindled to the point where I didn't have to bother putting pants on to do a mad kitchen dash (long shirt okay, and I mean PANTS in an American way god you guys,) and I felt free to dance around my room like a loon after both my neighbours had left, not that their presence really stopped me before.
But um, cool as it sounds, spent the nights with those left in the hall playing Cosmic Encounter WHICH IS REALLY FUN OKAY GUYS SERIOUSLY and I was so happy to get the Zombie card for my alien power because I mean - if a card described me..
I MISS PLAYING THIS ALREADY. We watched a few films as well and I sat around and started my complaining about flying home relatively early.
I took all my photos down even though it was kind of pointless mainly because I had nothing else to do . I had planned my time so that I would be packing all Tuesday and not spend loads of time sitting around being bored. Turns out I packed within 20 minutes and still had loads of time to sit around being bored, so I took all my photos down and put them all up here. I mean, I'm here for a month. I like having my face all around my room because I'm a self centered brat and I just like documenting things.
Speaking of which, me and Lucinda were actually considering hitchhiking to Amsterdam for Jailbreak but we missed the deadline. (As Andrew pointed out, possibly the worst idea ever. Me (bad) and Lucinda (bad) hitchhiking (very bad) to amsterdam (bad.) "Knowing you, you'd probably get kidnapped." was another phrase used, I believe.) I've been - like I've mentioned in another blog entry I'M SURE or maybe I just made that up in my head, - in a super adventurous mood as of late and just want to frolic around and road trip and go somewhere without knowing where and see where the road takes me and document it all and dress all twee with cute hats and sunglasses and I'm getting ahead of myself with the idealisation of this all but it's fun to think about. Next term, after exams, definitely. Even if just a short trip to some random place nearby.
So, airport. Traveling is always... interesting. There's the excitement of going to a new place and the 30 odd seconds or so of excitement when you board the plane and then when you land, but all the faffing around is completely insane-making. The security was being a bit ridiculous; I was fine, but some people got called in at the security check and had to step through a machine that looked like what I can best describe as some time machine or cloning device. I got quite jealous and I ended up having nothing to do for THREE HOURS anyway, so I was really in the mood to kill time.
Due to buying stuff for my sister - she begged me and now owes me starbucks, note! - I spent the LAST of my UK bank money on a chai tea from Starbucks and then realised there was a sushi place right there in the airport. With the burning fury of a thousand suns I composed a furious message to my sister blaming her for my plight then sat down with my latte and complained on my phone to people about how bored I was.
Cutest thing then happened: I took out my sketchbook to doodle - god I know, how quaint and artsy of me - and then after about 10 minutes, a little girl came and sat next to me and asked to see my drawings. I flipped through a few pages and she oohed and then took out her own little drawing pad and drew some pictures for me, which was the cutest thing anyone's probably ever done - I mean hello, she drew me a bear aww - and then she asked me if I was a princess because I had princess hair and I just wanted to adopt her even though I hate kids. She had to go after that but I told her to keep drawing everyday (like I'm some authority on drawing, hah,) and that she was really good and would only improve and her momma said thank you and they went off. Such a cute encounter!
Dad booked me exit row seats (more leg room, yay,) and turns out I had the whole row to myself. I was beaming in triumph as they officially closed the door but then I realised I couldn't lift the arm rests between the seats and thus, all my dreams of just spreading out and sleeping the 12 hours away were shattered and banished to the land of broken and lost hope. I thus experimented with a shitload of comfortable sitting positions, namely involving draping my legs over the armrest. Most of my other positions were a variant on this but eventually my back got a little achey. I was additionally moving the pillows and blankets (3 of each, aaand a extra warm one from the nice flight attendant who I talked to as we took off but who wouldn't damn leave me alone after,) around and sitting there like a spoiled princess with my tv to the dislike of other passengers who took to glaring at me as they waited for the toilet. Despite this, I still had the indecency to be uncomfortable and unable to sleep the whole flight. Watched:
(1) The Descendants. I know it got really good critical reception on the whole, but I wasn't too interested with the premise but I gave it a whirl anyway. Turns out I really, really liked it. I liked the characterisation and use of multiple plots and the way these plotlines interacted around the characters. Despite the overall rather depressing premise, there were moments of lightness and it didn't leave me with a depressed feeling at all. It was well paced and moving and I may have almost teared up except I think that's because I got a really bad toothache and was in considerable pain and was really fearing it would be that painful all flight (it wasn't.)(2) The Artist. I'd been wanting to watch this for so long and finally was able to. Annoyed I didn't get to see it on the big screen as that would have probably added to the experience, but I completely fell in love with it regardless. I spent a bit of time thinking about how someone with no or little knowledge of film history and the silent era would take it and couldn't really because of my own bias. I loved the whole thing. The story is simple enough, with Jujardin's character echoing the silent era stars who lost their appeal following the introduction of the talkies, whilst Bajo's Peppy is the star who rose at the same time, (might add that their relationship, with George Valentin being the one giving Peppy her boost into the industry, and then her rising stardom in conjunction with his falling one is very similar to A Star Is Born (George Cukor, 1954, OH MY GOD I'M CITING ON MY BLOG WHO HAVE I BECOME) And whilst most of it was relatively predictable, it was in a really nice way in that it was almost making allusions to these older films. All the insight to the industry and production and the idea of stars was all so relevant to my history module and I was practically bouncing in my seat with excitement thinking of things I could have potentially discussed in film hist. Definitely one of my favourite films that I've seen this year (I know it's only march, but I watch a lot of films...) Left me wanting to stand up and dance in the aisles and then I left it at wishing I could actually dance and live in a silent film and then I decided I couldn't do that because I just talk too much.(3) True Grit. I'd been wanting to watch this too, but not to the extent I'd actually bother to do it, if you get what I mean. The Coen Brothers don't ever really do too wrong in my eyes so I'd had high expectations and really enjoyed it. Steinfield's performance was fantastic, as was Bridges of course, and it was a beautiful shot and crafted film. I always tend to go for easyish stuff to watch (according to me,) on planes because I'm just not in the mindset to deal with anything Tinker Tailor-esque, and this easily fulfilled that quota by being both entertaining and beautiful to watch.(4) In Time. I love a good dystopian setting so that ticked the box. Whilst it was a pretty depth-lacking film, it made for a good waste of two hours and looked good. I can never really see Justin Timberlake as anybody but Justin Timberlake though - this isn't even a thing that happens with all well known actors, it's just certain ones - and sometimes in scenes I would get confused because I'd think it was a music video and it'd be like 'What's Justin Timb- OH. Yeah. I'm watching a film.' (I hadn't slept for about 26 hours at this point, cut me a bit of slack.)
Started the Ides Of March but unfortunately I MEAN FORTUNATELY!!! we started our descent. I will watch the rest of it though, even if just to stare at Ryan Gosling's face I mean because it was interesting at the point where I was up to, (really early on,) so I'll do that soon.
Today I did nothing. I woke up and went for a walk and went to the supermarket and compared prices to everything 'back home,' (in quotation marks because in England, HK is back home and vice versa and I throw around that phrase so much,) Portia's arriving tonight at mine and I'm hoping if there are tickets available, to go watch the Hunger Games because I'M SUCH A FANNERD OVER THE HUNGER GAMES REMEMBER WHEN I READ THE FIRST BOOK? (Can't believe I just wrote that phrase then found the link for that. This blog is actually my life.) And she's just called and says she's almost on her way which is great timing because it gives me a bit to tidy my room up a bit IT'S SO MESSY IN HONG KONG. Uni people don't believe me because I'm borderline OCD there but it really is guys. And it's also fairylight-less, which is making me almost prone to depression. Man, I miss my lights.
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