We're all ghosts

Movie night at ours tonight. Watched "Rise of the Planet of the Apes", I enjoyed it although more of my attention was on how amazing CGI and motion-capture is these days.

Also, may have had a cute little 30 minute nap curled up with Booker before our friends arrived.

I have nothing to post, my head is all a pleasant mush after Pilates except now we're watching the Sweedish version of "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo" and certain scenes are making me feel quite distressed.

So have a nice picture instead



I really need a Batman tag

Dave selected Max and Mary for us to watch last night.

I wasn't in particularly excellent form to watch it. I felt angry at him for not meeting me halfway on the walk home and this week has left me feeling emotionally delicate and sensitive. I've cried quite a few times.

He selected this to watch together. It wasn't anything I'd heard of, I didn't even know it was a claymation picture.

It was wonderful. Strange and off-kilter and touching and it hit me closer to the bone that maybe anything else would have. I spent a good 40 minutes after the movie was over crying helplessly in bed.

I still can't explain it. Maybe because the ending ( movie spoilers here and personal information )

Gagh, body, why you gotta be hating on me? You have been very lovely to me today and I highly appreciate that (including the constant energy, although maybe that's just what sunlight does to me - HI SUN, SHINE ON MEEEEEEEE~~~~). HOWEVER! Yesterday was NOT ON, fever and killer cramps and migraine and feeling pitiful. And Dave saw me being all PMS-y and feeling horrible! Do not like. Although he was really good about it :) Well, after the mockery ♥

I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DO THIS WEEK, FUCK.

I emailed my tutor to say I wouldn't be in today's Milton seminar because I was crap and passed out at Dave's last night when I meant to go home and do my homework and I didn't want to turn up to his class without having done my work and avoid talking all class because that is just shit of me. Although I didn't say that in the email. I told him I'd been ill yesterday (which was true, fucking migraine and fever. I could not stop fluctuating between being too hot or too cool) and wasn't feeling great today either (which was a white lie...okay it was a lie DON'T JUDGE ME, IT WAS FOR GOOD REASONS!). So I'm going to tomorrow's class instead which destroys my day off, but I also have a rescheduled "Stories of the Eye" class as well.

All this would be fine if I didn't have two 1700 words essays for Thursday. 3200 words! Bastards. It's my own fault for leaving it so late but it's really hard starting work early! I need pressure! Although, generally when pressure starts, my body decides it is the perfect time for sleeps. Oh what's that? Book to read for tomorrow and present to the class? I'll just get myself settled anzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Which is exactly what my body is trying to do to me now. Bad show, old boy.

I wish I didn't get so wound up about the work either. I mean, these are unassessed essays! As long as I hand them in, none of the marks go towards my final grade, but handing them in is the most important part because otherwise they don't let you pass the module without anything higher than a 40 mark (basic Pass). I cannot let such things happen.

So. Two essays. One will be on Satan and the other will be on....something. "Stories of the Eye" is really worrying me because a) I haven't done that much research yet and b) it is more theoretical and exploring visual representation in literature. And that is HARD, okay, the classes are really intense and intellectual and AWESOME but HARD. So. Mild panic.

Normally I would just leave all the work until the night before but I cannot write two essays in one night, I am NOT ALLOWING MYSELF TO DO THAT (do you hear me brain?). Because I will have a mental breakdown and probably hyperventilate and cry or some shit. BAD TIMES (do you hear me brain?)

Also, we have to read "Titus Andronicus" for Friday's Shakespeare class. Which I am okay about (sort of, I may have nightmares about all the violence and rape and mutilation) but it's at the end of the week and I will probably be dying. (Because I also plan on celebrating essay hand-ins by ACTUALLY GOING TO ANIMESOC ON THURSDAY. Shocking, I know) Not because I'm hungover, but because I'm tired. I got Dave to download the Julie Taymore movie from 1999. A clip of it was shown today in our lecture. It looks like an awesome adaptation. But, y'know, ultimately horrifying. Damn you Shakespeare!

So it is a long week! And because I am currently suffering the trials of womanhood (and isn't that nicer than saying 'on the rag'), I'm extra sensitive and moany and bollocks. However, getting through this week will lead into a) time with Dave b)the last week of term before Easter c) St. Patrick's Day and d) The Skin Two Fetish Ball or Wendyhouse. This week is the war before the peace.

I can get through this. Then I have a month to relax and catch up on work and legitimately veg out.

Dave has also been expanding on my miserable movie education, bless his heart. For those not in the know, my movie experiences are woeful. All those amazing movies that everyone cries out that you need to see? I've seen 20 minutes of. Or the last half. Or bits and pieces of, as I flicked through channels. In the last 5 days or so, I have watched "The Hurt Locker", "Pulp Fiction", "Lucky Number Slevin", "Eurotrip", "The Crazies" and maybe something else....Maybe it was more "Viva La Bam", we have been ploughing through that. But in conclusion, I need to watch more movies. Or actually watch all of them.

My plan now is to get into some hella comfy sweats, grab my Milton homework, switch Titus on and go to sleep early. Gotta work! Gotta feel the burn!

It is technically still Christmas, OK?!

I hope all of you had a happy and peaceful Christmas and that if you didn't get what you wanted, then I'm sure you'll get it sometime soon.

I also wanted to tell you all that you all rule in *my* books, no matter what anyone else tells you nor no matter what you yourself may believe.

OK, that's that over.

Christmas was good here. I'm gonna phone Kel-chan in about 30 minutes once I've cleaned up the kitchen and danced around the gifts I got.

Well, that's that.

And thanks to Ruu, who's little message made me cheer up 'cause I was told to. ^_^ Thank you, I needed that.

And because of that, my birthday went well. The 13 of us laughed and danced through Belfast (I do mean literally for several of us) before we split up to get food and meet at the cinema at 7.
The only problem was that most of us were late (you know what girls are like on their own in McDonalds with sugar!) and so only 3 of us managed to get popcorn and a drink (the queues for the sweetie counter were ridiculous!) but we all survived.
and Lord of the Rings rocked. Billy Boyd sang!!! Aw, we love him even more now.

So Return of the King rocked. And Sam and Frodo - awww... but was there total homo-erotic undertones or what? We had such fun talking about -that- on the way home. ^_- The guy driving us must have wanted to get home seriously quick.

That's all folks! Write to me and tell how it's going!
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Frodo: "I'm glad I'm here with you Sam. At the end of everything.