Je ne regrette rien

Dear reader, do you recall the young man I described who captured my heart with his Mr Darcy (Macfadyen not Firth) sideburns? Well the Girl Who Is Deceptively Old is friends with said young man and as the two of us laughed our way out of Classics after an enthusiastic Greek had told us that the Romans invented the musical and spoke at length about Grease who should approach us but my Darcy. Fair reader my heart did flutter but I did not fluster a single word and when Oldie turned one way, the two of us turned the other and he spoke in gruff tones about the weather and how he felt he was drowning last semester due to missing so many classes. Truly I was indeed distraught when we had to part ways but my heart was gladdened for now I knew the name that those sideburns belonged to. And, perhaps more importantly, he knew mine. I have not even begun to tell you of his nose. I'm such a sucker for a strong nose.

It's been a crazy old day. It began rather dull and it wasn't until I glanced around in Archaeology that I spotted that nose of his and my heart flipped out of its cage. After the lecture, I stood out in the cold waiting for the Lovely Lass when he stopped across from me, gave me a half smile and spent a good long while trying to light his cigarette. My heart and my lungs began a violent debate. I so dearly wanted to ask for one myself despite knowing full well that I cannot smoke and is taking up such a habit a wise choice just to talk to men? Even if they are insanely divine? He was gone and she arrived before I came to any conclusion. I resigned myself to another semester of hopeless romantic notions and settled for coffee and mournful reminiscing of the massive crush Lovely and I both shared on the tragic Heath Ledger. I mean we saw Ned Kelly for him. That alone proves our love. She too left me, wrapped in her mother's lab coat having stained her own purple the day before, and I trudged through the hail to the cosy shelves of Fopp. And what do I find but The Dreamers for a fiver, the very film I have been searching for but could only find at extortionate prices. It is delightfully pretentious and ridiculously erotic. Plus Louis Garrel. He was the reason I wanted to see that French musical that wasn't showing anywhere even though every review was calling it mediocre. And yes, he too has a beautiful nose. My only comment on the film is that I think I spent more time staring at the freckles on Eva Green's breasts and comparing them to the ones on Louis Garrel's face than I did watching the film. What that says about me I don't really know nor care. Also everything before Louis Garrel started masturbating in front of his sister and their friend was fantastic but after that it went a bit silly. Therefore, good film, wouldn't have paid more than a fiver for it though, and everybody was just always naked. Pretentious porn perhaps?

One last thing for today. I looked up to see if The Breeders had their new album out yet since I will be seeing them and I haven't heard anything they've done recently. Turns out their album comes out the day before they play Glasgow. What's the deal, Kim? (Didja see what I did there? Probably not because I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you don't know who I'm even talking about). So I'm hoping that their new album turns out to be great or they play a lot of old stuff because like hell I'm going to have the time or money to buy a CD the day before I see them live. I spent all my money on underwear, art and alcohol already like all good students should.

Fevrale dostat chernil i plakat

I got a cold. I'm usually not one to moan about colds considering the time when I first became a veggie and sniffled just about every day. (protip do not think you can live off quiche for several months just because neither you nor your mum can think of anything else to eat) But this one is making my head all guddled. Like everything is really far away from me or something. Dunno, am ill.

I've missed History again cos I just could not move this morning. I'm gonna miss Classics too much since I think I might curl up and die if I have to sit on another bus so soon. I will spend today instead thinking healing thoughts. Really I should have done that last night but Emma dragged me out instead to el cinema to see Day Watch (not to be confused with Bay Watch unfortunately since we'd all love to see vampy Hasseloff I'm sure) with her hottie of a pirate man. Although truthfully I didn't mind at all, there are few people I'd drop everything and go see and she is one of them. Plus the film was fantastically mad. But then I've always thought the Russians were a bit crazy in a good way. So wish I could back there and not be bothered by the fact that I was in a shitty relationship and my sister almost died. Especially when I return and I'm all 'oh god my sis almost died and she's the freakin best' and he's all 'haha you almost killed your sis' and his mum's all 'haha I hear you poisoned your sis'. Murders nearly happened that day. Murders with big knives.

Oh man, some sort of groovy song just came on my itunes. Did not know I even had this or why I do.

Oh yeah, it was on Buffy this one time.

Tis jazzy.

So yeah, film was good. Subtitles were amazing, all animated and relevant. The translation was pretty good from what I could work out (using my 'how to determine if subtitles are good' skills from French there)

Man the song got a bit annoying now with too much ahhing and stuff. Hurrah April March is next. For those of you who didn't see Death Proof, first off what's wrong with you? It's a ridiculously pointless laugh of a film and I stick by that no matter how floplike it goes; secondly there's the best song at the credits by the girl who sang the theme song for I M Weasel. So good. Bad thing is though I was humming it to myself as I walked home last night and this car was facing the wrong way across the road. As soon as I was opposite it, the car leaps into life, swerves into the right lane and drives off. I thought it was coming to get me and may have eeped a little.

Lets see now, film=good. Subtitles=great. Emma's cute babbling excitement over Pirate Guy? Utterly adorable.

What else is new. Oh yeah, new hair. Not mannish anymore, no sirree bob it ain't! The girl straightened it all to hell and then said she'd mess it up but instead made my head look like an egg. I attacked it more with goo though and it went all flicky and purty. Liking it lots.

Oh! And I got The Fountain in graphic novel form. It's as gorgeously heart-breaking as the film. Love, love, love it.

Bleargh cold. Hurry up with that cold cure scientist guys. Come on now, leave the crazy 'lets make a sheep from nothing won't that be a larf' and do something useful for once.

Oh, one last thing. My guy in classics has sideburns! And doesn't look like a twat with them!

You have bewitched me, body and soul.

In a controversial move I am going to proclaim my love for Mondays. I rarely do anything on Mondays, hardly surprising as being both mostly unemployed and a student on holiday I don't do much any day. But Monday nothing is a different kind of nothing. There's lots of planning and organising and things to consider. Such as what, if anything, do I need to do this week. What day should I go into town and buy jumpers and when should I try to sell all my old Uni books and do I think the Uni book shop will take the ones I bought on Amazon off my hands.

When I'm at least bored of thinking these things there's all the films I haven't got round to watching yet. Which reminds me, my copy of Pulp Fiction is inexplicably missing, which makes it the 4th thing to disappear this summer. This morning I watched Pride and Prejudice, the Keira Knightley version. First things first, I am no fan of Miss Austen. I tried to read her work twice when I was younger. Once when I was very young and consumed the classics as fast as I could lay my hands on them, and again when I was recommended Emma by a friend of mine. I never got past the first few chapters. Last year I was required to read Emma, and I wrote one of essays on it but my God I had to push myself to care. I always thought I would love Austen considering my fondness for Jane Eyre and Wuthering Heights and her tendency to create such angrily handsome men but it was all so dreadfully soap operaish.

With all that taken into account, I recorded Pride and Prejudice the other day for the sole reason of spending 2 hours watching Keira Knightley (who I have a big gay crush on) and because I'm seeing Atonement soon and wanted to see what Joe Wright was capable of. It is, quite simply, a beautiful film from the soft light of every scene to the subtlety of the acting. It's those kind of romances I get all girly and sappy over, but then I've always been a fool for good old-fashioned romance.

Oh, and Matthew Macfadyen is far more attractive than Colin Firth anyday.

I realised for the nth time that I'm easily impressed by sideburns. Take an average looking English actor, add sideburns and a classic romance story and it's like whoa...


So yeah, Mondays. Not so bad when you can spend them cuddled up in your pjs with Keira Knightley teasing miserable-looking men with a mug of Spanish hot chocolate I stole from a hotel. Anybody who actually did things today I say pff to you. Also I might be sticking my tongue out at you cause you can't see me. That's just the kind of gal I am.