Music things:
Have you seen the Keane e-card? Has videos for This is The Last Time and Somewhere Only We Know.
Supergrass have been around for 10 years, and they're releasing a best of compilation, along with a DVD - out in June. I've just spent the past hour poking around their website and looking at all the videos and laughing my head off. Gaz so looks like what you'd get if you mashed Tim Burgess and Jack Black together.
I've been spending my initial days - just sleeping and eating, and reading. Days slip into each other so more easily now. I'll be registering again and then doing the inevitable summer job search - but my heart's not really in it. I've been brooding over a case of the blehs lately, and even dying my hair hasn't helped much (FYI: it's split between pink and blue now. Pink on left side, blue on the right). People have been making me so tired, and I've just stopped feeling like I need to record the minutiae of my days on this - I've been absolutely awful about replying to comments, and yet I'm getting to that dangerous point where I just don't care.
I was all set to see Aqualung tonight at the Hotel Cafe - but my grandmother's gotten into another ill period, and I'm afraid that I leave the house for longer than an hour, I'll come back and find her dead. The subject of her death has been lingering in my head for a while, but it's really been noticiable these past few years - she's getting older and weaker and it's very possible that I'll see the end of my twenties and she won't be there. Her family has had a history of long life to their females (I've heard stories of great aunts and such living to 90), but she's in her mid 80s already. The idea of her not being there - I don't have words for it, which makes me fail at words for people when their grandmothers die. To me, my grandmother is more instrumental to my upbringing than my mother was - that when she dies, I'll be alone with my mom, and the thought makes me terrified.
It's no use mourning her now, I just have to remember that.
I don't think I'll be seeing Troy after all - I snuck in while waiting for Shrek 2 to begin, and the ten minutes I saw was more than enough for me to realize I wasn't going to enjoy it. Plus, it didn't help that I had read Terry Pratchett's Pyramids! Pyramids! and have Eddie Izzard in my head all the time -- it's a big lavish spectacle with absolutely no sense of humor. Or maybe it does, and I'm just too dense to see it. I think the crux of my problem with it is the way it's being marketed - the great lie of Paris and Helen's love bringing down an entire city to its foundation. I've always been leery of those big epic love stories, because often that 'love' eclipses the lovers, or too much is glossed over in terms of their suitability and temperaments. I'm also just jaded about love in general - I don't believe in there being only One Person for you in your entire life - I believe that there's a love for whatever moment you're in, and that some people are meant to leave you, but there's always another person waiting. The thing with love is, once you lift the Hallmark lace off of it, there's some genuinely nasty bits - and I'm not one of those people who can just choose and pick what parts they want to embrace. Because lots of stupid things have been done in the name of love.
The problem with the epics is that they never seem to question what happens after the happily ever after - the day to day normalcy. Give me my small love, my bedroom fights, the kitchen sink - maybe it won't span the test of time, but I'll have today.
Have you seen the Keane e-card? Has videos for This is The Last Time and Somewhere Only We Know.
Supergrass have been around for 10 years, and they're releasing a best of compilation, along with a DVD - out in June. I've just spent the past hour poking around their website and looking at all the videos and laughing my head off. Gaz so looks like what you'd get if you mashed Tim Burgess and Jack Black together.
I've been spending my initial days - just sleeping and eating, and reading. Days slip into each other so more easily now. I'll be registering again and then doing the inevitable summer job search - but my heart's not really in it. I've been brooding over a case of the blehs lately, and even dying my hair hasn't helped much (FYI: it's split between pink and blue now. Pink on left side, blue on the right). People have been making me so tired, and I've just stopped feeling like I need to record the minutiae of my days on this - I've been absolutely awful about replying to comments, and yet I'm getting to that dangerous point where I just don't care.
I was all set to see Aqualung tonight at the Hotel Cafe - but my grandmother's gotten into another ill period, and I'm afraid that I leave the house for longer than an hour, I'll come back and find her dead. The subject of her death has been lingering in my head for a while, but it's really been noticiable these past few years - she's getting older and weaker and it's very possible that I'll see the end of my twenties and she won't be there. Her family has had a history of long life to their females (I've heard stories of great aunts and such living to 90), but she's in her mid 80s already. The idea of her not being there - I don't have words for it, which makes me fail at words for people when their grandmothers die. To me, my grandmother is more instrumental to my upbringing than my mother was - that when she dies, I'll be alone with my mom, and the thought makes me terrified.
It's no use mourning her now, I just have to remember that.
I don't think I'll be seeing Troy after all - I snuck in while waiting for Shrek 2 to begin, and the ten minutes I saw was more than enough for me to realize I wasn't going to enjoy it. Plus, it didn't help that I had read Terry Pratchett's Pyramids! Pyramids! and have Eddie Izzard in my head all the time -- it's a big lavish spectacle with absolutely no sense of humor. Or maybe it does, and I'm just too dense to see it. I think the crux of my problem with it is the way it's being marketed - the great lie of Paris and Helen's love bringing down an entire city to its foundation. I've always been leery of those big epic love stories, because often that 'love' eclipses the lovers, or too much is glossed over in terms of their suitability and temperaments. I'm also just jaded about love in general - I don't believe in there being only One Person for you in your entire life - I believe that there's a love for whatever moment you're in, and that some people are meant to leave you, but there's always another person waiting. The thing with love is, once you lift the Hallmark lace off of it, there's some genuinely nasty bits - and I'm not one of those people who can just choose and pick what parts they want to embrace. Because lots of stupid things have been done in the name of love.
The problem with the epics is that they never seem to question what happens after the happily ever after - the day to day normalcy. Give me my small love, my bedroom fights, the kitchen sink - maybe it won't span the test of time, but I'll have today.
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