I so love this little.... community. I think it is actually making my dimples biger the way it makes me smile sometimes...
So it's late- I stayed up to watch 'Your Friends and Neighbours' which was... a great little movie- it felt sort of like a play, but I think the director must surely have been a plawright before, just the way it was constructed- the limited number of characters and settings....
Black comedy too... I like black comedies- I think the more wry and misanthropic the better- I like seeing people in all their flawed glory, it's just more human, you know? It's more honest. I think that's kind of why I like movies with characters who're a little on the unsavoury side...
unsavoury... as opposed to dinner. Thjrew last nights indian leftovers ina big pot with sopme fresh vegetables and made up another batch of Balti- Mmmmmmm.
I cannot express to you how much i love spicy food.
I feel weird tonight. My second day of work and already I'm picking aaprt the things I don't like. The girl I workj with - Fiona - for example is Miss Right Wing Christian who spent half the day trying to excite me with all her wedding plans. Like how much of that can you listen to and pretend to be interedted in. Fine for the first ten, fifteen minutes- but when she's actually got you looking things up in the Yellow Pages for you, it's like you just wanna turn around and go 'You're kidding me, right?' that and the fact that I stood for pretty much eight hours straight and get to do the whole, blissful thing again tomorrow...
Iain was an absolute sweetie today though. He walked down and met me at work, took me for Ice Cream and we walked home under this weird amorphous cloud of birds that at first seemed to be following us - uh, Daphne du Maurier, go away, please - but soon went off towards the sea... the guy then runs me a bath and scans pictures in for me because I'm totally incompetent with the programmes he uses. These are the things that I missed when I was 4000 miles away trying to keep the relation ship going and dragging us both through crap backwards- that and the fact that he feels guilty for going back to his hometown to visit his Mom this weekend. Hmm. Mixed feelings.... It is her birthday- but all the same...
Y'see as I'm sure I've mentioned, Iain's Mom is one swastika short of a Gestapo officer- she's like Mrs loudmouth-power-suit and Accountancy, she teaches, she has this guy she lives with who is basically her BITCH and she totally demeans everyone around her to the point where they feel like they owe her for the air they breathe... okay that makes very little sense, but bear with me, it's two in the morning here, eh?
So she's pretty much a control-freak, and Iain is... well, to be frank, a bit of a push-over, and it's not pretty seeing my man go from being a man to sort of shirking into himself like he's afraid to speak in her presence.
He doesn't even want to go, I don't think. Like his relationship with his family can be categorised thus:
Mom = controlfreaknazi
(who is divorced from-)
Dad = laidbackpaulmccartneylookalikewithyoungerwife
Sister = goldenchild
Grandparents = haaaaaalelujiah
Okay there's also his otehr Grandad who is like eighty and Mr Ladies Man- like I swear... he has the weirdest family that way...
It's... blah. What am I talking about this for? She frustrates me. The hold she has over my totally sweet boyfriend is horrible- and yes, I'm sad that he's going to go away at the weekend when i'm actually going to have the time to DO stuff with him and not be working....
Life...
Maybe I'll dedicate that time to working on the portfolio since... well, time is ticking away...
I'm glad to be here though and not in Ontario. Too much shit to deal with there, too much pressure to be who everyone else wants me to be and too many people unable to deal with my needing NOT to be one of the crowd with the same ideas and values as everyone else. Bloody rural Ontario... give me a city, for petes sake. Give me Europe too. I know it rains mercilessly in Scotland- but it's so charming with all its ancient buildings, its culture... just its sense of age and history. You walk the streets and get a sense of the many lives now gone who walked those streets before you.
Mmmph. I should go to bed. I feel like reading first though- I just don't know what. I could try to tackle Ash Wedbesday, start reading High Fidelity again, some Coupland... maybe I'll just tackle a few Pablo Neruda poems and make myself some cocoa...
Yeah- that sounds about perfect
Goodnight, my lovelies
So it's late- I stayed up to watch 'Your Friends and Neighbours' which was... a great little movie- it felt sort of like a play, but I think the director must surely have been a plawright before, just the way it was constructed- the limited number of characters and settings....
Black comedy too... I like black comedies- I think the more wry and misanthropic the better- I like seeing people in all their flawed glory, it's just more human, you know? It's more honest. I think that's kind of why I like movies with characters who're a little on the unsavoury side...
unsavoury... as opposed to dinner. Thjrew last nights indian leftovers ina big pot with sopme fresh vegetables and made up another batch of Balti- Mmmmmmm.
I cannot express to you how much i love spicy food.
I feel weird tonight. My second day of work and already I'm picking aaprt the things I don't like. The girl I workj with - Fiona - for example is Miss Right Wing Christian who spent half the day trying to excite me with all her wedding plans. Like how much of that can you listen to and pretend to be interedted in. Fine for the first ten, fifteen minutes- but when she's actually got you looking things up in the Yellow Pages for you, it's like you just wanna turn around and go 'You're kidding me, right?' that and the fact that I stood for pretty much eight hours straight and get to do the whole, blissful thing again tomorrow...
Iain was an absolute sweetie today though. He walked down and met me at work, took me for Ice Cream and we walked home under this weird amorphous cloud of birds that at first seemed to be following us - uh, Daphne du Maurier, go away, please - but soon went off towards the sea... the guy then runs me a bath and scans pictures in for me because I'm totally incompetent with the programmes he uses. These are the things that I missed when I was 4000 miles away trying to keep the relation ship going and dragging us both through crap backwards- that and the fact that he feels guilty for going back to his hometown to visit his Mom this weekend. Hmm. Mixed feelings.... It is her birthday- but all the same...
Y'see as I'm sure I've mentioned, Iain's Mom is one swastika short of a Gestapo officer- she's like Mrs loudmouth-power-suit and Accountancy, she teaches, she has this guy she lives with who is basically her BITCH and she totally demeans everyone around her to the point where they feel like they owe her for the air they breathe... okay that makes very little sense, but bear with me, it's two in the morning here, eh?
So she's pretty much a control-freak, and Iain is... well, to be frank, a bit of a push-over, and it's not pretty seeing my man go from being a man to sort of shirking into himself like he's afraid to speak in her presence.
He doesn't even want to go, I don't think. Like his relationship with his family can be categorised thus:
Mom = controlfreaknazi
(who is divorced from-)
Dad = laidbackpaulmccartneylookalikewithyoungerwife
Sister = goldenchild
Grandparents = haaaaaalelujiah
Okay there's also his otehr Grandad who is like eighty and Mr Ladies Man- like I swear... he has the weirdest family that way...
It's... blah. What am I talking about this for? She frustrates me. The hold she has over my totally sweet boyfriend is horrible- and yes, I'm sad that he's going to go away at the weekend when i'm actually going to have the time to DO stuff with him and not be working....
Life...
Maybe I'll dedicate that time to working on the portfolio since... well, time is ticking away...
I'm glad to be here though and not in Ontario. Too much shit to deal with there, too much pressure to be who everyone else wants me to be and too many people unable to deal with my needing NOT to be one of the crowd with the same ideas and values as everyone else. Bloody rural Ontario... give me a city, for petes sake. Give me Europe too. I know it rains mercilessly in Scotland- but it's so charming with all its ancient buildings, its culture... just its sense of age and history. You walk the streets and get a sense of the many lives now gone who walked those streets before you.
Mmmph. I should go to bed. I feel like reading first though- I just don't know what. I could try to tackle Ash Wedbesday, start reading High Fidelity again, some Coupland... maybe I'll just tackle a few Pablo Neruda poems and make myself some cocoa...
Yeah- that sounds about perfect
Goodnight, my lovelies
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So you're in Scotland? Lucky! I've toyed with the idea of looking for a university position up there when I (eventually) finish my degree. Scotland just strikes a chord in me -- probably hereditary, since that's where most of my ancestors came from. And of course I'm strongly motivated to move out of the U.S. with Warlord Bush and his chorus of devils at the helm. Bleah.
i really want to go back to europe, so many places i want to see. i've only been to amsterdam. that was really interesting. i'm dying to go to england most of all. one summer i'm going to do the backpacking thing, if ever i have enough money and a job where i can get that much time off.
i just read your comment on my set too. you're sweet