Nico Montagne (sybarite) wrote, @ 2005-10-17 21:35:00

Current mood:	amused
Current music:	High Speed by Coldplay

On Zorro, schoolwork and epilepsies.
Haven't updated in a while, despite having a rather firm resolution to. "Oh, today will be the day..."
As if.

Despite it only being shortly after the end of the first grading period, the teachers are going batshit with work, work, and oh, I might have forgotten to mention more WORK which has been KILLING me DEAD. Insert further dramatic gestures and expressions here.

I've watched the new 'Legend of Zorro' movie. Wasn't half bad; I expected it to be much, much worse. Antonio Banderas did a fair job, and the other actors [Catherine Zeta Jones, for one] were tolerable, despite botching things up once or twice.

"Over the hills to the governor's mansion!"
Zorro nudges his ah, stalion, looking ridiculous as it doesn't even budge. He pauses. Tries the same.
"Over the hills to the governor's mansion!"
We have the proverbial lightbulb turning on:
[Same words in Spanish] The horse launches itself, top speed, damn fast animal.
"We have got to work on your English."

It was nothing as mindblowing as Sin City which is simply beyond praise for me, or as entertaining as the new "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory", but it was good in its own right and certainly worth watching.

Another movie to see if you have the time: Constantine. Not the best of the genre, and with room for improvement, but it's far from a bad attempt. I personally liked it. Though that might be just my affection for all things Keanu Reeves [besides the last Matrix movie, which was shockingly appaling] speaking.



Confidence in you,
Is confidence in me,
Is confidence in high speed.

Can anybody stop this thing?
Before my head explodes,
Or my head starts to ring.

The dismal oppresive pink of my room has been driving me up said walls.
Don't get me wrong - I have nothing against pink as a colour and am more than able to appreciate its aesthetic qualities. But too much of anything is not a good thing.

And so, that evening, I was suffering (silently, mind you, though I am skilled in the art of whining. Loudly.) from a particularly painful headache, and my sister was blasting horrid music somewhere in the house, and to add to that I hadn't started sorting through my pile of school work... Well, it all added up to me drinking an entirely unreasonable amount of coffee, listening to albums left over from my 'angry phase' (as everyone I know affectionately calls it) and tearing through all the magazines I could find in an attempt to find scraps and pictures to cover my walls up.

I managed. In a manner of speaking. You certainly can't see much of the wall now. Certain patches of it are blinding, with the scatterings of multi-color aggresively attacking your retinas and leaving you reeling, seeing spots, and panting for breath. I read somewhere in an article [ my reading material is normally atrocious, at best -"Nicole, that's horrible!" -"I know, isn't it great, though?"] that you're liable to get epilepsy and be reduced to a foaming-at-the-mouth, twitching wreck from seeing something flash in a certain manner.

There used to be this animated show in Japan that had to be taken off air because it was giving children seizures. If you tried hard enough, and swung your head fast enough while looking at my walls, you should be perfectly capable of doing the same.

I haven't tried, but I do intend to test it on my freinds.
A girl has to amuse herself, doesn't she?

I've managed to miss the past week or so of school. No real reason, to be frank. It was just an 'opening my eyes in the morning' scene and then going "fuck this bullshit, I can't. I just can't." and then going back to sleep.

Mother's been fairly cross, but she doesn't care enough to do anything about it. All the better for me.

I do have to go to school tomorrow though, which essentially means I should go bear my burden [do my homework, as the less creative boys and girls might call it].

Take your chances - looking for
Girls who are boys
Who like boys to be girls
Who do boys like they’re girls
Who do girls like they’re boys
Always should be someone you really love

Should being the operative word. In both cases. *Snerk*

CONNECTION INTERRUPTED. YOU MAY NOW RETURN TO LIVING YOUR LIFE.

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