Alas, I have not yet succumbed to natural or unnatural causes, except perhaps to my own laziness. I know I have not posted in ages, and to be honest, I was not going to any time soon, seeing as I am in finals and it’s much too hot outside, and I am bored out of my mind, and also, if I have not mentioned, I am in finals. Still, I feel like I will not be able to move on with my day unless I share my grievances. My present grievance, of course, for if I even attempt to enlist all that abuses my nerves, well…I will probably miss tomorrow’s exam due to the inability to leave the computer.
First of all, it is good to be back, but unfortunately, two of my favourite posts have disappeared and shall probably never be seen again. The reason is the same as that of my absence: hosting issues. Damn them! Alas, I mourn the loss of my Lupercalia entry, not only because it was a work of genius, but because it was vastly appreciated and read. The one about the Oscars is not really necessary since we all know that the Oscars 2011 were a travesty except for Natalie Portman and Christian Bale who totally deserved winning. But since I am back, I shall try not to delve on the past and write an actual entry, which I will most definitely back up because the Internet hates me and probably always will. The feeling, I assure you, is mutual.
Ah, the simplicity of the world manages to astound me yet again. After having read one of the greatest works of art in modern literature, “Shalimar the Clown” by Salman Rushdie, I knew that not many books will come close to offering the experience of this romantic, enchanting, heart-breaking masterpiece, one which I will review very soon (I need the right mood for it). But I had no idea that I would waste two weeks on one of the most tedious, most boring and pointless books in existence: the final part of the much hypes, overly discussed Millennium Trilogy by Stieg Larsson. I was extremely pissed off during the reading of this useless brick, but I will take advantage of this post to review all three books, mostly because I don’t want it to be a series of insults. There are good aspects as well. Therefore, sit back and enjoy my commentary of a trilogy you really do not need to read. I will try to be as specific as possible, so you get the main points of interest without all the immense amount of FILLERS that a vast portion of the world’s population consider to be good literature.
AKA This Week Sucked and I Shall Accept No Other Opinion.
If my last post can be best described as a sponge of misery basked in a sea of anger, than this post will probably be the complete opposite. Well, maybe not complete, but still. A little more on the positive side of things. After all, it’s a Saturday right? That means that the Lab of Death is 2 whole days away, and there are no exams next week! Yay!
This will be, more or less, a rant. You have been warned.
AKA How I will never invest money in an M.Night Shyamalan movie as long as I live.
Last Friday I was pissed off because my Thursday evening movie plans were ruined by a sudden change in the school schedule. So on Friday morning I checked out the cinema’s web page and I decided against going to see Eat Pray Love. I would have gone if I had been in the company of my best female friends, but alas, I was not, and I do not like Julia Roberts enough to see her solely in the presence of my guy. If I had gone with my boyfriend, at some point my mind would have started to wander off and I would have found myself thinking about Star Wars and Mad Max. So, despite knowing better, I chose Devil. I curse that decision, and I want my money back.
Okay, I am pissed off! I am so so angry. The only thing I EVER watch on TV anymore is one show. One single show, consisting of political and social commentary done by one of the very few intelligent TV-show hosts in my country. He is brilliant, and as one would expect, with intelligence comes anger towards the retarded system which governs my fair land, and especially towards the maggot infested idiots who support it and thrive in it. I share in his anger and frustration but one particular subject really found an echo in my brain. A subject, related, of course, to education.
Three weeks ago, when I realized in horror that House MD would come back with an episode on the 8th of March, I panicked and almost freaked out! I cannot leave without my House fix, I seriously cannot. I am addicted to it, and it’s probably not Hugh Laurie’s fault (yes it is, for being a damned genius), and I could not fathom my existence without my weekly fix. And finally, I am complete again. And the episode was absolutely splendid.