Time Flies When You're a Pretentious Pessimist

Now, hasn't this been a busy blog? First post since the end of May, I'm doing well so far...

The first thing to blog about is the fact that it is the 12th of June. The day before the 13th of June, 2009. Now, that has absolutely no relevance to anyone (unless it's your birthday) but my school prom was the 13th of June, 2008. It's been a fucking year since prom, are you kidding me? This isn't helped by my brain, which reminds me of things that I think are quite recent memories, before the dawning realisation that they all occurred seven, eight, nine months ago, even a year, one example being Hallowe'en Cheesy Pop... guess when that was.

And so uni is done as well. Passed first year, or at least, the minimum amount of credits I needed to pass first year. Didn't get Computing, surprisingly enough. Second year Film and TV Studies looks utterly dire, but I am looking forward to Composition in Music. But I've been wrong before. That's the joy of being a serial pessimist, you take the bad as what to be expected, and you take the good as a mildly pleasant surprise. Of course, you take them both and there you have the facts of life.... somebody stop me, I've become corny.

Wrote another short script, this one a bit less depressing than the last one (I hope). No one kills themself in this one, although a good bit of killing does go on... as films about hitmen usually do. This one has an (extremely) underlying theme of trust, and I've yet to think up a name for it that is not boringly plain or disgustingly pretentious. Add in the fact the hitman is called Gabriel, and the obligatory religious reference is thrown out there, and it almost made me cringe. But not quite. And if I'm not cringing my arse off at it, then I'm confident that it's not awful. I hope.

While we're on hope, I've just finished watching Shawshank Redemption for only the second time, the first not actually being too long ago. Which is completely insane, I'm told, best movie ever, etc. But on further comtemplation I think I prefer the Green Mile. The constant embarressment, abuse and eventual mental breakdown of the world's greatest douchebag mouse killer defeats the tale of hope, friendship, and a great big fucking hole in the wall. Either way, Frank Darabont wins.

On the music front, new albums by Elvis Costello, the Manics, and Kasabian all get thumps up from me, as does the She & Him (read: Zooey Deschanel, yum) album from last year. Also listened to PJ Harvey's first two albums, which were quite good in a particularly kind of way (yay), like somewhere between Patti Smith and Nirvana. Green Day album is a still a resounding 'meh'. Finally got round to properly listening to the second Raconteurs album rather than just skipping to Rich Kid Blues, and it is awesome stuff.

And I've been listening to some Alanis for no other reason than she's awesome.

Oh and I fixed the printer. Just throwing that out there. As the McNabb song goes, "something something something, I'm a genius." I do remember the rest of the song but I felt this emphasised the genius matter a bit more. =)

And my Here's What I've Been Listening To and Think You Should Listen To as Well or I'll Make You Pay list has got a bit bigger too. I obviously listen to too much. Never thought of it as a bad thing before, I don't now.

Radiohead - Electioneering
Bowie - Lady Stardust
PJ Harvey - Me-Jane
The Frames - Falling Slowly
Elvis Costello - Sulphur to Sugarcane
Kasabian - Fire
Raconteurs - Consoler of the Lonely
Manics - Jackie Collins Existential Question Time
She & Him - Why Do Let Me Stay Here?
Alanis Morissette - You Oughta Know

Ciao for now.