A Very Busy Week, Indeed

Hello blogspot world. Sorry to be absent for so long. I had to do a presentation earlier today (well, four in the afternoon... your call) and there was six of us in the group and we had to discuss the film Last Year at Marienbad for the entire eighty-minute course. So, I worried all week about it. I had to do the synopsis and whatnot, and it's very hard to write a synopsis for this film since there is past time, present time and indefinite time. It's very difficult since sometimes, clothes and sets will change without warning mid-sentence. And it's written so that you're never supposed to know what's going on. Ever. I had written a synopsis as a print-out for the class, so they would have some way of following us along, but then my group (thankfully) told me that I put too much analyzing into my synopsis, so I went back to the drawing boards and wrote a new last night, and finished around 1. Then went to bed at like 2:30. My whole day yesterday literally consisted of the film. I even had a dream about the film last night! Which was very odd, since it's a black + white French film, so my dream was black and white, but fortunately there were subtitles in my dream. Anyway, we presented and did a good job because at the end, our professor came up to us, grinning (always a good sign) and told us that we all get an A. While Last Year at Marienbad may be one of my favorite films, it's also the last film in the world I want to watch right now....

12.01.10. (Adventure Time.)

I saw this dude today playing guitar in Red Square, with a cardboard sign asking to make donations to help pay his "bullshit" parking ticket. His sign didn't even say "please + thank you". What happened to manners?

I tried to scare my roommate last night by hiding under his desk (not fun, since I'm six feet tall, and it's cramped under there, especially since I have to hide behind his chair) and then pop out and scare him. I should admit, though, that I stole the idea from him, since he did the same to one of our other roommates. Also, he's taller than me, so I imagine it must have been much more uncomfortable. Anyway, he walks in, but I made the fatal flaw of yelling "booo!" (like a ghost. I don't know why I went there first. Maybe I was in kid mode...) and THEN pushed the chair out from underneath his desk. Next time for sure...

I'll have another story up very soon. I need the nice creative break.

xx