I hate this university life...

Thought I'd continue the tradition of writing during The Whistle Test Years. This week it's 1976. Heart are on at the moment doing Steamboat Annie. Not bad although I prefer Magic Man. Anyone who's seen the Virgin Suicides probably knows exactly what I mean!

The videos for my American Film class arrived today. Have already seen Mrs Miniver, which was everything I expected it to be: melodramatic, patriotic, blah blah. Wasn't bad though. The end was... Let's put it this way, I think war films made now are more reluctant to have characters die than movies were then. Perhaps it's just me. Started watching Rebecca but so far I'm not overly impressed. Lord Snobby Git Olivier is irritating as soon as he turns up, Joan Fontaine isn't half as good as her sister (Olivia de Havilland) is. And it's kinda freaky- what do you expect from Alfred Hitchcock. Am going to leave Hamlet until at least tomorrow or Saturday. One good thing: Jean Simmons is Ophelia, and I like her.

The Chieftains are on Whistle Test now playing 'Women of Ireland'. Nice.

OK, my mum and dad left for Boston this morning. I'm sure they were very excited and giddy about going, but did they really have to ring me at EIGHT this morning? I'm sure that's a normal time of day for many of you, but it's the middle of the night for me. I just rang my leetle brother. Didn't sound like there was a party and he swears he's eaten proper food and washed up. Doesn't sound much like him, but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt!

I'm so unmotivated about these two essays I have to do for next Friday. I mean, I've always been the kind of chick who writes it all the night before but now I'm not even bothered with that. Got my second Politics paper back today. 58 out of 100. 60 and above is a 2-1, 70 and above is a First. So basically, it sucked. I don't care about this film paper and I've barely even considered the music paper. I don't care about much, actually. Not even about Patti Smith's cover of Hey Joe on Whistle Test right now. Just don't care about anything. Is this sort of absolute apathy normal? Am I verging on existentialist nihilism? Because if I am, I don't care.

And I saw on telly earlier that through DNA and stuff they've managed to discover who the Unknown Child was who died on the Titanic and was buried in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was a little Finnish boy, and not who legend thought it might be. The wonders of modern technology. The same faith in modern technology led to the sinking in the first place, but I won't start in on that here. Not the time or place for me to do my Titanic bit. I really should become a performance artist.

I'm just babbling now, so I'll go. Hope you are all of the good.

I hate this university life...

Thought I'd continue the tradition of writing during The Whistle Test Years. This week it's 1976. Heart are on at the moment doing Steamboat Annie. Not bad although I prefer Magic Man. Anyone who's seen the Virgin Suicides probably knows exactly what I mean!

The videos for my American Film class arrived today. Have already seen Mrs Miniver, which was everything I expected it to be: melodramatic, patriotic, blah blah. Wasn't bad though. The end was... Let's put it this way, I think war films made now are more reluctant to have characters die than movies were then. Perhaps it's just me. Started watching Rebecca but so far I'm not overly impressed. Lord Snobby Git Olivier is irritating as soon as he turns up, Joan Fontaine isn't half as good as her sister (Olivia de Havilland) is. And it's kinda freaky- what do you expect from Alfred Hitchcock. Am going to leave Hamlet until at least tomorrow or Saturday. One good thing: Jean Simmons is Ophelia, and I like her.

The Chieftains are on Whistle Test now playing 'Women of Ireland'. Nice.

OK, my mum and dad left for Boston this morning. I'm sure they were very excited and giddy about going, but did they really have to ring me at EIGHT this morning? I'm sure that's a normal time of day for many of you, but it's the middle of the night for me. I just rang my leetle brother. Didn't sound like there was a party and he swears he's eaten proper food and washed up. Doesn't sound much like him, but I'll give him the benefit of the doubt!

I'm so unmotivated about these two essays I have to do for next Friday. I mean, I've always been the kind of chick who writes it all the night before but now I'm not even bothered with that. Got my second Politics paper back today. 58 out of 100. 60 and above is a 2-1, 70 and above is a First. So basically, it sucked. I don't care about this film paper and I've barely even considered the music paper. I don't care about much, actually. Not even about Patti Smith's cover of Hey Joe on Whistle Test right now. Just don't care about anything. Is this sort of absolute apathy normal? Am I verging on existentialist nihilism? Because if I am, I don't care.

And I saw on telly earlier that through DNA and stuff they've managed to discover who the Unknown Child was who died on the Titanic and was buried in Halifax, Nova Scotia. He was a little Finnish boy, and not who legend thought it might be. The wonders of modern technology. The same faith in modern technology led to the sinking in the first place, but I won't start in on that here. Not the time or place for me to do my Titanic bit. I really should become a performance artist.

I'm just babbling now, so I'll go. Hope you are all of the good.