The Present Day

I started off today by waking off being all sleep-deprived. I thought it an excellent idea to rest at 3am, for some odd reason, and was exhausted when I finally climbed out of bed at 8.30am. Then I spent 5 hours at work, doing... not a lot, to be honest. I can't even remember work, but it wasn't bad. People were nicer than usual, but they were still generally unpleasant. It was okay though, because people are people and they're mostly okay.

Then I got off work and feasted on sushi. A friend kept me company while I gorged. I don't know if my sushi cravings will ever be satisfied. It just tastes so delicious, even if it's just a mix of salt and salt and more salt. I do wish the noodle place next to the sushi was cheaper though. I like noodles now and again. After sushi I did a bit of random shopping with my friend- I needed a new wallet and I needed a new school bag. I also wanted a new pair of shoes (despite having like, 5 pairs already). I wanted something I could just slip in, and not worry about shoelaces or anything. I can't really decide whether I'd like it plain black or with some colourful and funky design. I thought I'd get a pair of vans, but on the other hand a pair of casual leather shoes would be nice. I wear my current pair of leather shoes into the anatomy lab, and I don't really want to think about how much formaldehyde has been splashed onto there. In the end I bought nothing but a book as a Christmas present for someone, because I figured I was going to go shopping on boxing day anyway. If there are no discounts on boxing day, I'd just get what I had set my eyes on anyway. Last year I felt as if there was absolutely nothing I wanted, and I got nothing but a single removable hard drive. I hope this year will be much different.

After the shopping we wandered towards the cinema, and it turned out my friend had free tickets. Naturally she picked the film, and I'd consider her taste... a little quirky. We watched Kill Your Darlings, which was like a biographical film about a bunch of American poets. I didn't even realize it was biographical until the very end of the film, because I'm not cultured enough and had frankly never heard of these people. It starred Daniel Radcliffe as the poet Allen Ginsberg. For most of the film I wondered what the plot was- since most movies had a problem and then a resolution, but to me the entire film seemed like a portrayal of Allen Ginsberg being homosexual. He apparently liked this guy called Lucien Carr, who was played by this actor with neatly groomed blonde hair. Uh, in short, the entire movie seemed to me like Harry Potter fucking Draco Malfoy. Or was it the other way around?

I liked the movie, but I kinda failed to understand the significance it held. Maybe if I had a better appreciation for poetry and read their works, I'd get it. Most of the events which occurred in the movie just seemed like another part of history, and I had failed to derive some deeper meaning from each of the scenes. Maybe they just need a better script writer--- because the lives of these American poets weren't terribly interesting. I suspect this film was only made because these poets ended writing something amazing. But really, their lives weren't that amusing.

When the movie was over I came "home", and as always that was a chore. Food was good, as usual, and it's probably the only thing I like about this place atm. Our internet is capped, and it was so bad last night I couldn't even blog when I wanted to. At least now it seems to be alright, even though it still takes 2min to load a Google search. Anyway, it's getting late now, and I have work tomorrow, as I always do. Good night.