Does anyone remember these?!
The Last Unicorn and The Swan Princess. Apparently, both are available on DVD. I loved these two films when I was… really young. Although, I can’t remember the plot of The Last Unicorn, I just know something about it made me feel really sad and there’s something that scared me that’s in it but I can’t remember what….. As for the Swan Princess, I can still remember that film. Mostly because I was in love with the Prince in it and as for the princess, I wanted to be her. The Last Unicorn came out in 1982. How old is that! I need to find these dvds again, esp The Last Unicorn and watch them or something because I was just browsing hmv.com, came across them and fully remembered that they were my favourite videos to watch. Before shiny DVDs or blu-ray, when things were drawn by hand, not CGI or Pixar or whatever the technical words are.
7 Things I did this week, plus Nsync and College.
What did I do this week?
- I bought peanut butter. I’ve had a huge craving for it for 2 weeks now. I finally bought a jar. I opened it and spent a good minute holding it up to my face and smelling it. Then spread it on bread and sat there and ate it.
- I cleaned out my gmail. But kept random emails out of sentimentality. And I’m listening to “I Don’t Want To Set The World On Fire”. Love iiiiit. It’s slow and old… like me.
- I went to live in the library for a couple days.
- I finally figured out how to work the water heater to get a hot shower at my apartment. It’s not enough to just flick the switch, you have to turn the dial so it heats up over a certain time.
- Heavy rain woke me up at about 4 in the morning and actually made me get out of bed, open my curtains to look at it.
- I’ve had 3 dreams reoccurring over 7 days where I get pregnant. Which is odd because pregnancy is such a big No for me. I am determined that I will be the babysitter, day-trip “aunty”, not the full-time life commitment mother. Need to look up what pregnancy means in dreams… which I will do now.. “To dream that you are pregnant, symbolizes an aspect of yourself or some aspect of your personal life that is growing and developing. You may not be ready to talk about it or act on it. This may also represent the birth of a new idea, direction, project or goal.” God knows what that means.
- I gave directions to these pretty girls who were lost. They needed to go to X Street and were on Y street wondered if they could walk it. So i said, yes you can, then I gave them directions. She was a hyper bitch who wasn’t taking in what I was saying so she said, “Yah. K. So we’ll get a taxi.” all interrupting me. And I said she’d be better off getting a taxi on the OTHER side of the street because they’d have to go in that direction to get where they’re going because it was a one way system… and ugh, they were just retarded and confused. The worst possible combination for a person. And obviously not from the city. Or capable of taking advice.
Nsync’s “No Strings Attached” is the best-selling album of the decade too: 10 million albums!
I am probably one of handful of people left who are genuinely pleased by this, as I own this album, and everything Justin Timberlake has done subsequently. Although my days of liking blondes stopped at 14 I’m pretty sure. Has to be dark hair or nothing! Over the last ten years there’s been some great music, and to think its Nsync who have come out on top is quite surprising.
Can’t believe its been a decade already since 2000 and instead of writing Two Zero Zero before a number, it’ll change to Two Zero One… before a number. I know, odd. But I tend to think of things in that way. It’ll never be two zero zero again… o_o God, it kind of makes you want to grasp life really quickly and live or something… scary. Eep.
Speaking of wanting to live and wanting to grasp life… I found this website, www.ihateuniversity.com where people have posted (from 2004 to now it seems) about how suffocatingly intense university can be, and lah-dee-dah. I read a couple and I feel so much better knowing that its not just me or people around me who might feel that way, its actually very, very common and permissible to NOT enjoy college life. You’re allowed to deny it. Sometimes it feels like you have to say its great and you love it because A) your parents spend so much money for you to be there, B) some people are semi-pressured into it because (in my case at least), your older siblings have been and/or your family members have been C) there’s this big “oh college life is great, its all sex, loud music, drugs, late nights and alcohol” so you are expected to enjoy that… When it’s not like that at all, and sometimes you feel really caged by it.
So I encourage everyone to look at that website when they feel cornered!
at last
Ok so everytime I go on Google since… yesterday… the Google image pops up then the rest of it, like Google Mail, Images, I’m Feeling Lucky… all seem to fade into sight. Now I’m wondering if this is actually a new feature or if its happening because I haven’t worn my glasses since yesterday afternoon.
I came home for the weekend and found THIS sitting in my humble little bedroom…
A whole new bed. Came home, dad put the car in the garage, I ran indoors, kicked my shoes off, dropped my bags, coat, all on the floor, ran up the stairs, turned the corner, stood in the door and I kinda did a high pitched “Aaaah!!” when I saw it which must’ve sounded like I was injured or something because dad shouted up, “Are you ok?” to which I answered, “Yeah, I’m just happy!” before I starfished onto the mattress. I slept on it last night for the first time. I went to bed really late, after great life-evaluating phone chats with F, the best kind of clear-headed conversation that you can have at 2 in the morning. Had a really comfortable sleep on it, its super springy and deep. It looks shallow in that picture, but the its the depth of what you can see, plus the depth of the horizontal piece of wood that its sitting in… which makes it kinda high up off the ground. Like when I sit on it my feet don’t touch the floor. So it’s not the kinda bed I want to fall out of.
Happy December =)
Date Your Own Age Bracket!!!
I want to own Just Married on DVD. Honestly. I’ve spent the evening in a silence only periodically broken by my own laughter watching it on TV. Ashton Kutcher really plays the reluctant husband well… like in What Happens in Vegas, which I’ve watched twice this weekend. What a travesty that he’s married to a 50 year old walking corpse.
Forget swine flu, SARS, HIV, bird flu, typhoid, Amazonian hookworm, world hunger etc., there an epidemic more close to home: a lack of young, NOT INSANE, eligible men. Ashton, for example, is wasted on someone 30 years older than he is. Should be some kind of law… Date Your Own Age Bracket… I hate “cougars”. Who do they think they are? Robbing our generation!! Did their mothers do it to them!? No! It’s totally selfish of older women to think they can have the 20 years old who, generationally (if thats a word), belong to us. Kinda. I use “belong” loosely. It leaves us in a complete male-famine. And my other annoyance… why is every guy in my university a jock? Or a jock-type? sports-wear, a light bag (because they dont carry books because they dont work) who are surrounded by 3 acres of female acolytes. I’m stereotyping I know but its true… and if they’re not jocks, they’re weird, scruffy, unshowered, hippies who hang out with females who are weird, scruffy and unshowered. Neat, refined, tidy, cleanliness is no longer attractive. You need to be a stumpy, greasy haired, band girl whose always bent over slightly and snorts when she laughs and listens to obscure music played by unknown local bands. And who has an active account on WOW. Someone hand me a fucking bucket I’m going to hurl.
That’s the main issue. Weirdos aside, my main point was that there’s a famine of epidemic proportions and cougars aren’t helping it.
In other news, the entire city where I live flooded last week. So the university made an exception to cancel all lectures/activities for this week and push our deadlines a week later because 25% of all campus facilities were damaged. It was dramatic to say the least. People lost property, people were waist high in water…
Shittiest and best part of the week came in 2 lumps. I finally ordered my new bed. It’s a dark wood frame and a springy deep mattress. It’s coming next week. I’m so paranoid that they’ll deliver the wrong one like what happened last time I tried this. So to make sure, I’ve given the delivery people my number so they can ring me first before my dad to verify that what they have in their stupid van is exactly what I picked out. It’s a bit primabitch of me but… this is important. Coming home from ordering the bed, I found my little kitty Leo on the road, but it was horrible and shocking so I don’t want to talk about it.
I love Lady Gaga’s bit in Video Phone. Kicks some life into a dead-sounding song. And I like the way Beyoncé says New Orleans. I said it like “New Or-leens”, but she says it “New Awh-luns” which is probably the correct way to say it, maybe. But I’d feel odd say “Oh yes, New Awh-Luns, yes… jazz, creole…” so… I dunno where I’m going with this…
Next! 21st birthdays… honestly. Where’s that bucket. I’m too polite, I think. Nice to get asked, but realistically? It spells out awkward and it spells out just-making-numbers. And do you get them a card, if so… what would you have to say? Being there, I’d feel like I was selling out my inner feminist and sense of romantic justice. And plus… Awkward awkward.
If Plan A doesn’t work out (whatever that is) there is a Plan P!
for one or two years I’ve had this romantic little idea thing where I want to suddenly move to Paris for a six month period and be a waitress. That simple. Be a waitress.
It’s one of those stupid ideas one has… trying to “make it on your own two feet” trial thingy where you can always run back home crying, broke, with your tail between your legs. If I did it, I’d have no idea where I’d live or how to get a job.
Let’s all be aware here that I can’t even get hired in the country I live in… part of me thinks I’m unemployable and the other thinks that it’s society’s fault. Like the fact that my local supermarket has a clear, doubtless, bias towards hiring people… who aren’t native… to this country and… I’ll make this as politically correct as I possibly can… who are non-abled, challenged members of society. =x Let’s hope no leftist, neo-hippies read this. It’s annoying, I’m not native to here either so you’d think they’d jump at hiring me too. Noooo. English has to be your second language or you get no where these days.
So what chance would I have in Paris, if I achieve diddly-squat here? I want to try it though. I mean… as a waitress, if you learn the menu, they can’t ask for anything thats not on the menu, so understanding orders isn’t too bad, in my overly-simplified view of the world. And you can get them to point at what they want, I’m sure. I’m not really into food industry or how it works. And how busy kitchens get makes me nervous, and I’ve only seen them on TV. And don’t waitresses usually get all the shit when things go wrong? A french Gordon Ramsey shouting FUCK into my face comes to mind… And I don’t know what fuck is in French… “putain”? Then there’s the worries of, “I’d get raped if I went.” but I happened to be near a mirror when I thought this so i saw my reflection and laughed at the possibility of this actually occuring. Asides from not even knowing the workings of a restaurant in the English-speaking world, let alone anything else, the idea of a glass of good French red in the evenings, good bread, croissants in the morning, the Eiffel Tower in the background somewhere, seems really ideal. And my French is alright… I can book hotels, shout “Is anyone here for service?” in empty hotel reception halls, stand in an empty street getting directions off a woman on a second floor balcony holding a baby, and tell Germans that my dad’s hit his head on a rock and might be bleeding. … All very relevant vocabulary to waitressing… o_o
Plus, it’s not going to happen tomorrow. If I did it I’d do it at some point in my twenties. Do the dramatic soap-opera thing. Break up with my long term boyfriend like “I have to do this. Goodbye!” at 22 to 25. Which is not old enough to settle down, but still young enough to make some humbling mistakes and see what happens.
Quick rant.
I hate when I’m listening to music on my computer with earphones in and I forget I have earphones in and I get up to walk away and the earphones rip out of my ears and it hurts… And I fell out of bed over the weekend and I woke up just as I tipped off the side which was scary. Thought I was falling off a cliff.
Also I’m very pissed off. There is a blind guy who looks at PORNOGRAPHY in OUR LIBRARY. It is DISGUSTING. I’m sick of it. It offends me. I’ve reported him twice now and still he’s at it. The library is a core learning facility, not a wanking SHED!!!!!!!!!! And he’s “blind” but he can see still see porn, magically. Omg. What kind of a world are we living in. And he’s been in college for centuries. If he was doing a degree he should be long gone by now. Over 4 years.
Blueghlgja’gpihgiphg.
American Students in Europe.
So when you’re here for a weekend there’s only three kinds of life around:
You.
The pervy security guard.
Hoards of American students in neighbouring apartments who are far, far away from their homes across the Atlantic, all doing their semester or year abroad.
Cultural differences. Us and Them. The first difference I notice…
Why do all American college girls (here at least) seem to wear North Face clothing? Is it a massive fucking trend over there where its in their constitution to own a piece of North Face clothing? They either have a NF fleece/jacket/rain jacket/trench coat or backpack or all 5 of those things, and wear them all together in one great big North Face clothing orgy or something…
In fact, I’m so intrigued by this that I just looked up North Face’s website. They’re a bone fide clothing line for campers, trekking, general outdoorsy things. But why wear them so exclusively? Sure it rains here, but a regular raincoat/jacket will do. It’s just strange how they all seem to wear that one brand. And the super annoying thing about North Face is that they put their logo (usually) on the back shoulder of their garments which… imo… is so stupid. If its a brand, it should be on the breast of the jacket or a tiny little emblem thing on the cusp of the sleeve. Anything on the back just looks like you put it on the wrong way. But they all seem to own it. Even North Face flasks.
I want to tell them, gently, that being on campus is not a tent-pitching, camp fire, hiking trip. It’s ok to wear civilian clothing.
Second of all… their shoes. Especially the girls. Coupled with the North Face stuff is usually a pair of chunky Nike lace-up running shoes. Why? Fleeces and running shoes. Plus the girls seem quite tomboy-ish. And strangely athletic.
The guys… don’t seem to wear as much North Face. They stick out because the American male, even in a lecture hall, will usually be wearing some kind of baseball cap. If he’s not wearing a cap, he blends in. But then when you hear his accent you think, “How weird. He isn’t wearing a baseball cap.” Also, American males look ridiculously older than they should be. Like if he should be 20-22, he could pass for 26. Majority of them have stubble/facial hair also. And talk about “going to class”, punctuating this with “dude” to a fellow American boy. They are also distinguishable because they’re ridiculously tall. Like trees. And it’ll be 8 degrees celsius (altho they’ll say that in fahrenheit cuz they’re weird) with a north wind and they’ll be wearing baggy shorts and no socks with their Quiksilver shoes.
They’re all insanely popular because what they do is they come here… locate each other and group together out of fear… and become one large synced-up group who party together, enjoy Europe together, travel around together, go to “class” together and get excited they can drink whilst under 21 together. They all know each other. So for example… when you know Amber from Chicago and tell Josh that you know a girl called Amber, Josh will also know Amber despite the fact that Josh comes from Seattle.
They eat weird food. They care about Thanksgiving and celebrate it. They talk LOUDLY. You can hear one from miles away and if you ask me, they seem to move their tongues a lot when they talk. Especially some of the non-North Face-wearing girls who instead prefer flipflops, no matter what weather it is, the same type of girl who begins everything with, “Ohmiguh you guys…”
Last year, one night, myself and my best friend opened the window of her top floor apartment and squirted water down on a group of them. And all they could do was duck, run and say, “Ohmiguh… was that wawder?” Yes, son, that was water.
And the weekend is full of them because they have no where to go but mill around. And my ears don’t come with a mute button so all I can do is hear ittttt.
Simon Says
Christ the internet is so SLOOOOOOW. 2009 and THIS is how far we’ve gotten. SAD.
Anyways, I didn’t vomit everywhere when I did my presentation. Before I did it, I was at home having my lunch and I watched a youtube video of the Hindenburg crashing. It’s awful to say, but it made me feel calmer. Like what I was about to do wasn’t nearly as nervous-making as a hydrogen flameball. So I did it… Was nervous. My knees didn’t shake thank god. And at one point I was totally into it but then the sound of my heart beating sort of… drowned out my voice and all I could hear was my heart thudding… and then my voice sounded really far away, but then that stopped and I could hear myself again. So that must’ve been… panic… or something similar. Luckily all the information was kinda in my head so I just… went into auto pilot and delivered it. I was scared I’d have to pause awkwardly in a “what do I say next?!??!” thing, but it didn’t happen.
And there’s a little power rush when I say, “And if you look to the back of the handout, you can see I’ve put…” and you hear/see people actually TURNING your handout over to see! Because you just told them to. Eeeee! It’s like ultimate Simon Says or something… with loads of people.
And now I can’t get to sleep……………. >__< but look how cool this is:
10 Things You’ll Never Hear Me Say:
1. It’s two thirty a.m. after a club. I want to walk down a dark alleyway alone on my way home.
2. I’m going to Iraq.
3. I love ketchup.
4. It’s great that men don’t open doors for women anymore.
5. I wish I could go back to school again, I had such a great time with all my friends.
6. Hang on, I’m just going out to buy cigarettes.
7. “Party in the USA” truly doesn’t make me jealous of Miley Cyrus’s looks/her everything. ……. “and the britney song was on, and the britney song was on!!!!”
8. I want to live where I live forever and ever and ever. I love my neighbours.
9. Sorry, I have a date that night.
10. I have breast implants.
i ___ college [[edit]]
On a “positive” note, I hate college right now. My presentation is looming. I have still yet to really come up with the way I’m going to present the information. Don’t know if I want to start with an overall description, or if I should go into a background… then a description. Then there’s 3 strands of information:
The mystery of the 1503 date and how this just throws it all into ambiguous fuck-knows-what-ness.
Leonardo-esque themes.
What Alberti thought of it all compared to what modern day folks think about it.
And what if I vomit over everybody?
And every time I picture myself giving a presentation in front of people, it ends up with a throng of dancers coming in through the door and breaking into dance and song. Simultaneously. To THIS song…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m34xyw8E-Qs&feature=fvst
O_o what is wrong with me. I have fantasied more about rigging S.5 up with laser lights and under-floorboard speakers and blacked out windows and how silvery glittery confetti should fall from the ceiling and the sprinker system should go off… more than I have given thought to how I should manage the information I’m going to be talking about.
In other news… the gym is fun. Twenty mins letting anger/tension out on a treadmill, then more on the crosstrainer, weights, a hot shower and bed. Good remedy for life.
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I have also started using my facebook more actively in the last few weeks. The weird side is that it puts you back in contact with old friends who added you, so you accept because you’re curious to see their profile and what’s going on in their lives since you were both 7. Then you find out that all of your other friends (except 1 or 2) are all mothers/fathers now. All under 25. O_O
There really is something in the water in that town. Partly glad that I moved away!!
