Living in the ruins of a castle built on sand...

Seem to have lost my touch with this blogging thing. Over the past few days, although I've thought of things to say I haven't found a way to say them without sounding horribly offensive or annoyingly happy. Not that there's been a lot of happiness to think of. Actually that's a lie, Tim's party was strangely wonderful, although I seem to have upset both Paul Wells (by drinking his Martini) and Joao (by saying something regrettably stupid). I really do suck. Sorry, not that either of them read this.

Anyway. It's all study leave now, but there hasn't been a huge amount of studying to speak of. Have watched four movies: three at Tim's, two featuring Jake Gyllehaal. The Good Girl was thoroughly depressing from start to finish. I can't think of a single happy moment. Jennifer Aniston plays this depressed, unfulfilled, unattractive woman who hates her husband, her job and her life. She meets a young, beautiful, college dropout (JG of course) and gets pregnant, but rather than running away with him once he's stolen $15,000 she chooses instead to return to her boring, dreary life with her dimwitted, unattractive husband and be boring and dreary and fucking despondent for the rest of her life. Disappointing. I'm not saying I crave happy endings (although I was expecting a "feel good movie"), but the whole film left loose ends and didn't really seem to have a plot. It was very beautiful though. Jake Gyllenhaal, the very reason I bothered to watch it, was brilliant. Zooey Deschanel (what's with her name?) totally made the whole film: 'Ghouls and goblins, witches and warlocks, wandering these aisles day after day, I put a Halloween curse on your hellish heads'. She's hot too. Also, unsurprisingly, the middle aged, irritating, gabbly woman who worked on the make up counter turned out to be called Gwen. Flattering.

I'm not going to bore you any more with movie reviews because I've done enough of that lately. (Although Charlie & The Chocolate Factory seems to have been turned into some kind of psycho thriller.)

So here's what I did today: tidied up, failed a physics paper, ate lasagne, copied my Franz albums onto my computer, phoned people, worried.

The parents have left. All is peaceful. Yeah.
x
P.S. 'Holden was a thief and a disturbed young man and what happened was a sad thing. Perhaps we can learn a lesson from this tragedy like don't steal and don't be disturbed.'