Slippery Slope (of crap posts)

Haven’t been in much of mood to write anything. Does that stop me? No. You guys just get treated to even crappier posts than usual.

In any case, I’m putting up a ‘diary’ entry from last year. It’s not actually a diary entry because I don’t have a diary. It’s more a book thing in which everything goes- lecture notes, to do lists, fashion pics, lists of stuff I ‘need’ to buy, scribbles/drawings, and occassionally a random thought or two. The last is pretty rare though- so you’re being treated to a treasure (actually not).

August 18 2006.

I’m finally home and I’m still dressed in last night’s clothes- I smell of cigarettes. I should change.

Realised yesterday I’m really pmsing, and my breasts are really goddamn tender and sore. Not in the mood for this women’s business crap right now, damn cyclical emotional rollercoaster and unnecessary physical discomfort. Sucks.

Last night saw Horror Hospital, a camp horror flick that was dubbed (live) by that guy who used to do the cult movie thing on SBS (Des Mangan??) and some woman. Went cos it sounded interesting, thought it would be funnier, but I still enjoyed it, especially because X obviously did. Came to the realisation that X is a very vocal laugher in the cinema- and I’m a near silent one. My body ‘laugh shakes’, but I make virtually no noise, which is bizzare because in every other situation my laughs are loud.

Also spied an old Ticketmaster person who I never particularly liked, and desperately avoided eye contact with. Also Xx, who I would have said hello to… except that he scares the crap out of me.

Keep writing in this thing even though I have nothing to say because I’m avoiding having to work on that thing for XXx. Was thinking last night about people’s levels of approachableness (because of my non-encounter with Xx), and XXx goes into the v. approachable category by virtue of the fact he never shuts up (which honestly in his case is lovely, and frankly, a bit hot. I think it’s bc he’s so dry and funny). Perhaps that’s the case with everyone- the more you’re willing to speak, the more likely you’ll be spoken to back? hmmm.

Most ridiculous part of last night:

X and I are walking home from the train station, managinng to catch the last train of the night- X starts humming “I’m a little teapot” (it seemed normal at the time), I join in and X says:

“You just skipped a whole section of the song”

Me: “We all know what it’s getting to- that other section is redundant. I’m just cutting to the chase”

X: “What, so nursery rhymes according to Jennifer *sings* ‘I’m a little teapot, short and stout, pour me out”?

and then we laughed a lot like the idiots we are.

But I’d like to assert here- EXACTLY. Kids need to learn that nobody wants to hear the obvious- ie. “here is my handle, here is my spout”. Doing this often will instantly lose them friends.

I’d like to note here that the random singing really IS normal for said friend. X is also the person with whom I got caught singing a ridiculous ‘orchestral’ arrangement of the banana song (i.e. na na na na make those bodies sing) walking down the street, because we stupidly figured the guy about 20m away couldn’t possibly hear us. Idiots (geeky singing idiots, mind you).

Also stupid, but funny:

after debating whether to have a dance at Cherry (it was soul night after all) or a drink at Vodka, Borsch and Tears, we chose the latter and were happily sipping some sweet alcoholic tea (appropriate for the shittily cold weather) when I declared, thinking it would hardly be a revelation and that I’d get a “me too” response- that most alcohol (sans beer and tequila and sometimes gin for some reason) makes me tingly “down there”. X apparently found this really funny, but then admitted… (sorry, had to be edited to protect the innocent). I am now forever going to be suspicious of (more editing).

…and just in case that entry was crappier than you expected, let’s make this a twofer:

August 29: Hong Kong Cinema, Lecture 6, guest lecturer

Oh god, there is no way I’m going to be able to stay awake through this lecture. Why is she speaking so slowly? This is not kindergarden, please get to the interesting part or I’m going to collapse. Three hours of sleep sucks. Wake up, wake up, wake up. Why is it so stuffy in here? How many coffees do I need to consume today to function normally? Did she just say Maggie Cheung committed suicide?! Oh no, some other woman- ok. Wake up, wake up, wake up. It’s rude to fall asleep. And damn, it’s too early to walk out and leave.

Is she just a terrible lecturer or just has nothing interesting to say? Wake up, wake up, wake up. What the hell, ‘a postmodern aunt’- that is such a bullshit analysis to make, what does that mean? You can’t throw something like that out and not explain. I hate it when idiots use the term ‘postmodern’ and have no idea what they’re talking about. I don’t care if she has more qualifications than you can poke a stick at, I’m positive I know more about postmodernism than she does.

Taiwan cinema considered more contemplative, ‘high art’- what, really? Back up your claims then woman- who thinks that? Give examples of films, directors, critics- something. She’s killing me. I should have just gone the Rowden White and tried to get some sleep. (random scribble)

This is hands down the worst lecture I’ve ever heard. Did she just give a synopsis of the film we just saw??!- come on, give me a break here.

Jeez, I have no sense of humour when I’m tired.

Ooh, that clip was interesting, find out name of film. I miss the lecture theatre from year 12- Sohi and I used to lie on the floor and fall asleep, and they never noticed or never said anything. So many torturous, boring, useless lectures averted. Wish I could use my jumper as a pillow and have a sleep right now.

Awake for clip, sleepy for lecture, awake for clip, sleepy for lecture, awake for clip… Conclusion: show more clips please.

Every time I think this is going to get better, it gets worse. You’ve got to be kidding, if you’re going to give YET ANOTHER synopsis, then for christ’s sake say something interesting about it!

Gr, saying there is ‘tension’ is not fucking analysis. Also, what’s with all this text stuff- what about industry, context, etc??? Kill me.

Fluffy pillows, warm beds, lovely crisp sheets… I should have worn glasses today, my contacts are killing me. What shall I have for lunch? B, come and save me, where are you… ch chc chch lalallala

Oh, thank fuck! It’s finishing, it’s coming to an end… Ok spoke much too soon. Did she really need to tell her she had another half hour? If she was only going to give an hour long lecture, what’s wrong with letting the torture end early, huh?

Maybe she uses her position as a lecturer to indulge her sadisitic impulses. It’s possible.

This lecture can’t be as bad as I’m making out. It must be because I’m surly because I woke up at 3:30 to take mum and dad to the airport, right? Why didn’t I go to bed early?

Oh god, this really is as bad as I think:

sample: “because the home is like the ‘motherland’ right? Because the mother is like the home, right?” (but imagine it said, SLOWLY, heavy handed).

…and it continues.