I just made hand puppets at a mirror for 10 minutes.
What a play it is.
Not that I don’t like the play. I do, I really do. I just really dislike the Danish Prince himself. In all his self-serving, antic, rationalising ways. He’s just not a pleasant character, and I really just want to give him a smack on the face and tell him to snap out of it and get over his obvious daddy issues. And if I did that, we might have a much shorter play and nobody has to die. Well one person has to die, but everyone else would be FINE.
I think a reason I dislike him, is because I really like Ophelia, and Hamlet is HORRID to the girl, he takes the most innocent and pure character in the whole play, in all of Elsinore- possibly in all of ‘rotten Denmark’, and abuses her and abuses her to the point where he has her on the very brink of sanity. And then he kills her father andpushes her over the brink and she starts being all dolally and crazy.
Alas poor little damned dolally crazy possibly pregnant Ophelia, Hamlet knew you well. But Hamlet was a dick.
Because I finally have time to not pass out from exhaustion.
So anyway. Life has returned to a steady steady steady steady grinding pace. Which is routinely grahhh. But eyy, who cares. I have a few fixture points which bring me a lot of joy. And also, someone told me today that I was “Looking well” which is compliment indeed. I need new clothes though. And a major hair cut/dye job.
But appearance aside, I have a new joy- Portfolio Class. Which is exciting as hell. Not that the thought of hell excites me that much, but Portfolio is brilliant fun! We have to start with an object (in my case, an apple), and relate it to a theme (memory, food, mechanisms and habitat), I picked memory- so the cultural memory of apples in society. The auld “forbidden fruit”, “temptation”. It’s the first time in art, I’ve ever had to properly THINK about the things I did in art. Drawing/painting etc, for a REASON, is something very new and very, very exciting.
I had no idea I could sound this excited in type at 1.06 in the morning, but there you go.
This is what happens when you leave me to type an essay on the Odyssey’s first four chapters
The Odyssey.
Is a book
I
Am reading
Oh dear
This didn’t work out well
or so I find 2 hours later after getting distracted.Bah.
No I’m not really doing the mountain of homework due for friday, (including a massive essay on the Odyssey), Instead I’m blogging, reading and doing just about everyting that isn’t homework.
And yes, that outfit did make you look fat.
I found myself saying in the lunch hall earlier today
“I mean what the hell, he’s doing no extra-curriculars! How awful, what a waste!”
and in retrospect, that was rather hypocritical of me, seeing as up until this year my school life was simply school, with no added extras, the Tesco brand school experience if you will. And then this year came, and it all changed. In the two weeks since beginning school I’ve found myself signed up for
Combined with a hellava lot of work, and two trips (Rome and Normandy!) and a retreat to some castle. Its going to be a BUSY year indeed.
Its been a constant fact of my life that my music taste has always strayed from convention.
I never developed a love of bands, an enjoyment at going to concerts, and I have 2 non compilation, non soundtrack albums.
When I was in my (transition??) phase, when I cared about everyones opinions, I was embarrassed to show people my iPod, with its multiple musicals, Disney songs and a few soundtracks.
My personality has changed, and I now embrace the soundtrack as my favourite form of music. Nothing is better than hearing strings crechendo as you walk past a Tesco,
nothing is more magical than walking through a darkened street, with a dainty piano piece playing in your head.
And now I want to shamelessly plug the soundtrack to Atonement
It, like the movie and the book from which it derives, is a beautiful, and sad thing. By far the best aspect is the use of typewriter noises as a beat. Utter soundtrackgasm.
Also go for a listen to
Also, this post may have a lie in it soon, as I may be going to see Flo and the Mash with a friend.
In concert. Hold onto your hats and glasses, its going to be a wild ride.
Love always
Andy
Into the wild.
And so the 5th year began.
To be honest, I far prefer some structure rather than last years empty timetable and pointless activities. But so so so so so much work. Jeepers. I’m half excited and half terrified of screwing up my life. What a silly idea to decide ones whole future at this point in ones life.
Anyway.
I’ve started having these moments lately, where I escape to a fantasy, or relate a moment in my life to a film.
Lately I’ve had a lot of moments where my life has been equatable to Emma. Not that I’ve become Gweneth Paltrow all of a sudden. I ‘ve ended up in a spot where I care less about my love life and relationships.
And a lot more about other peoples. Its relatively interesting, kind of like culturing an ant farm.
The other moments of escape involve this little copse behind my house. Its a little forest path that bridges two golf courses. I’ve spent so much time walking down it I’ve become accustomed to its moods.
It can be so different copletely depending on the light and weather. In my distraction I usually spend about 15/20 minutes walking what should be a 10 minute journey. I have now decided it is my favourite place.
So my life at the moment is one of busyness and distraction, fighting each other like dogs against each other.
I dread writing the first post on here.
I am excited for all the others, but the introduction nerves me out a little. I mean opinions can change over time, but judgement is passed so quickly.
I plan to ramble over this blog, spewing out my various obsessions over the way, mixed in with some stuff about my life and times. Which are (thankfully), very usual and steady. And dramaless.
I’ve never been one for drama.
Of course I know the space is far too wide for this to ever reach significance. But I do imagine, in future times, I’ll look at past posts and remember.
yours for the very first (and hopefully not the very last) time,
Andy