So I’m talking to Dillan about social networking, and turns out I have accounts on 10 sites. He says I’m going to be kidnapped. I say I need to sort out my life, lmao.

This week has been really really depressing. Started with finding out that my grandfather has bowel cancer, then continued with a lot of rain. And a lot of walking in said rain. So getting very wet. And an extraordinary amount of coffee – though that’s not depressing. But you know those weeks that just basically suck and you can’t shift yourself and just end up all emo? Yep, that’s me this week.

But I guess its all good, cos Saturday was such a good day. Met up with Dillan (oh and I’ve never really shown you guys what he looks like, have I? BEHOLD! of half his face), went to the city. Nommed on Red Vines (and coffee). Chilled in DVD shops for hours (legitimately hours, lmao. Sad thing is, we didn’t even buy anything. Honestly, what the hell…). Then I really needed to buy some stuff for that night, because Camilla was having a party and I wear the same thing all the time. So my parents gave me money, and I managed to buy a really nice black dress and killer shoes (curious? lookbook. And a better look at the shoes here – yes I’m quite proud of them. Got them half price, how couldn’t I be?!). By the time I’d done all that, though, there wasn’t much time left so we just went back to another food court and chilled. Honestly, the amount of time that I spend in the food court in the mall up the road is insane, I’m there more often than I’m in my own dinning room, and that is no exaggeration. But yeah, I’m lame and love that kind of thing. Anyway, after I said goodbye to him, I had Camilla’s dinner party kind of thing. Lots of girls, lots of Spanish music (Camilla’s an Argentinean, so). Its actually quite amazing that I managed to boogie (yes, boogie) in my heels. But yes, it was very calm, very obtuse conversations were made. I got a lot of compliments, too. I don’t know how to handle compliments usually, so it was a bit… yeah. But yes.

Yeah, I really fail at blogging today. See, we have this speech due next week for English and I’ve been working and working on it. Its about protest literature, and I’m doing This Is England (cos it protests against the British National Front and all), so I’m half working on that, and half doing blog things… multitasking is my death sometimes.

There is seriously not much else for me to talk about, really. I guess cos I’m constantly torn over the kind of blog I want to run, I want to blog more like people like Shelley Mulshine, but I’m not that kind of person to constantly take photos and I’m actually not all that interesting (in case you can’t tell). So BLAH. Besides, the kind of things that are always on my mind aren’t always the kind of things I’m comfortable writing about.

Speaking of discomfort, this year people are organising a “social”. Think Homecoming dance, but after exams. Its like last years Formal, but less dressy, and on a boat. I was NOT keen on going to Formal last year, but went last minute, so I have a feeling a similar thing will occur here. I’m not all that keen on actually being there, but I mean, I want a dress (cos basically, in the end that’s why I went last year. And I was this dress A LOT). And I think there’s this level of expectation that I’ll come to this cos I would have a date. There’s this assumption that girls with boyfriends just go to these things, just to show off their man. And I mean, its nothing against Dillan, but living to standards like that just don’t seem worth it. I don’t know, these kind of things will be the death of me. School dances and proms and all that just aren’t my thing.

Whatever, I need to work on this speech. And work on fixing my bruises; I have about 14 in various places on my body. I don’t know how I’ve achieved this…

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Rules of blogging; don’t blog when you’re angry, depressed, overjoyed, or apathetic. I always break my own rules.

Just so we’re clear, I’m currently rather apathetic. I’m irrationally tired. Its been an interesting week; Tuesday was back to school. I mean, yeah, its all right. We’ve been getting a lot of test results back, and I’ve done so surprisingly well in everything (92% & 100% for maths so far, 90% on my Othello essay and 93% on my History test) which is really really ace. I also had a History report due in Tuesday which I’d done over the holidays, and a speech which I gave on Wednesday. I’ve also finished Software last term which is due this Friday, and Art which is due Friday after next. Though I do have a speech due Wednesday after next for English (on This Is England – its honestly the best related protest text I could find, so much to write about) and then a Geography report in 3 weeks.

Seems like a lot. That was more of a list for me to say to put things in perspective, so ignore me.

Speaking of perspective, saw Inception yesterday. This is probably one of the most incredible films I have seen. Not just because I loved it to pieces, but because it was such a piece of art. It was beautifully made, directed, produced… all ‘film’ aspects were divine. The actors performances (namely Joseph Gordon Levitt and Marion Cotillard) were all top notch. But seriously, SPOILER warning. This was a really plot heavy film, a film which you can have hour long conversations about (which is what I’m doing with Samantha right now). It got really confusing at times, like you’d need to take a break for a second to figure out where you are in the film, but it worked. Especially the parts where they actually try inception, the reminder of the layers with the car & Arthur & Eames & then Cobb was done really really well. The mixing of reality and dreams was the scrambling beauty of the film. As with the ending, I was reading this (basically outlines how Cobb’s ring was his totem, not the top, and how because he wasn’t wearing it at the end, it was reality) and that’s actually made perfect sense to me, so I’m going with that. After I saw the film, I actually did think that Cobb was in his reality, and that Nolan just didn’t show the top falling over. I figured because in their canon, projections in dreams were from your subconscious, so faces you’ve seen, people you’ve known. Cobb had never met Ariadne before he asked her to be the Architect, he was even introduced to her, so she’s a completely foreign figure. So, how could they have interacted if it wasn’t reality? As with Robert Fischer, Jr. and Browning. But throw that into the mix with the fact that the top wasn’t even his totem, it was Mals, makes it clear that his ring HAD to be his totem, therefore the ending reality.

Well, that’s just my rambling at any rate.

But yeah, that took up a part of Saturday. Saturday was actually complete shambles. Trains were out, & we had to figure out the night cos it was Nick’s birthday gathering (for lack of better term). After we saw the film, I had to get flipping changed in a back alley in the city, then met up with Nick and some guy (James, I think he was. I don’t know, he just looked SO much like Joe Jonas, so I referred to him as that), and then find Elisha and Maddy. And then they wanted Maccas, so they did (Australians; seriously, how good is the Apple Fanta slushie thing from there?!). Then we walked for what must’ve been like, 500 years (30 mins?) to find this park, which we chilled in for a bit. Then a bunch of people from my “group” from school came, though I didn’t spend a lot of time with them (Maddy & I needed to use the loo, so we spent like an hour searching for loo’s with Joe Jonas and Dillan), and they soon left once we returned. So it was the 6 of us, some guy came on his bike for half an hour but he left soon too. So it was kind of a “fail party” by terms, but it was actually still alright. I think it would have been better if it were just the 6 of us, but y’know. I guess it was just nice being out & with people & stuff. Something different, its nice.

Anyway, this is really long and I should probably do some more school work or something, I don’t know. I talk too much.

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