{ you snooze, you lose - well, I have snozzed and lost. }

[delga]

I have real, actual, contemplative stuff to say about Bush's speech but I'm tired of being dowdy, so fuck it. I will say that there is always distance between language and actuality, and that it nears disappointment for one to have to be so vigilant over the politics of countries that are not the domestic environment. (I have a debate, here, over what people are really annoyed about with regards to the proposal, and also one about whether so many people who are today passing judgement actually have the right or not, but I'm NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS. I AM NOT.)

I had my final Intro. to Film class today, which was a shame. Today's lecture was on the role of the audience and on theories of spectatorship with regards to film, media and cultural studies, as well as psychology and sociology. I love the theory side to film, and I loved the technical bits, too. At the end of the lecture, I was all OOH, FANDOM META but considering how my self-esteem can't deal with having actual proper debates anymore, I'm shying from that one, too.

Also: am distressed about what my graphics look like on other screens. Was at the campus computer service looking for a link that I've hidden at tja_rama and was mortified by how atrocious the icons looked. Aie.

Seriously, seriously going to finish Absalom, Absalom! before tomorrow's class. Got quite a bit read this morning before the lecture. Want to go and see Pursuit of Happyness this weekend, and I started watching Flirting the other night. It's a Thandie-o-rama chez moi, as per always. (Also also! I have Angels in America and Jarhead! The former I have yet to see, the latter I find less good than Three Kings, but enjoy more.)

To conclude this post, another photo. Have I told you about The Bottle War? Well, T decided to LITTER my room by leaving an empty bottle in here. So I threw it at her (repeatedly - honestly, there was a day when all you could hear was this plastic bottle thunking down the hallway. Then I'd go and make lunch and come back to find it in my room AGAIN) and ended up trying to put it back in her possession. (I'd keep putting it in her bed and then finding it under my dresser, the fuck. NOT ON.)

Crunch time came as the Christmas break approached. I got it into her suitcase! but she found it. Eventually, T leaves for America and the bottle is not in my possession. No. It is, however, in THE FLATMATE'S. She, the monkey, put it in my suitcase, and I found it when I got home to D. NOT IMPRESSED!

Thus began the revenge. I drink a lot of fizzy water, and there's nearly always a bottle in my room. In the end, I ended up with seven bottles. All in T's bed. FOR THE WIN. It was hilarious when she found them. And then last night, I went down with The Flatmate to make late night toast, and when I came up I found: one in the bed, one in my box o' stuffs, three in my laundry bin and three under the closet-y thing that I have.

This was my weak retaliation:

She only just woke to go to the shower - I heard the bottles rattle about when she opened the door, hee. She'll get me back, but I have more bottles. (Verrily we are made of MENTAL stuffs.)