A great black wave in the middle of the sea

Death Cab for Cutie are not terrible. I'm tempted to go so far as to say they are pretty good but you see I have to pretend I'm listening to some other band to like them due to associations with hearing the name over and over and over again. But I listened to a whole album without paying attention and I enjoyed it.

Also as much as I want her to be good this girl right here:


is terrible. Not even in a so bad it's good way, not in a tolerable way. A damn shame.

Also Rob I haven't yawned yet. It's like I'm determined to make you wrong that my body has broken itself. I very much want to and I haven't.

The Brothers Bloom

The trailer can be found online here and it's a bit trailery. In that it ain't great.

However! Mr Johnson's own words were that "it would be nice if the trailer looked a little like the movie" and "Every single thing in the movie that explodes or appears to explode (or appears like it might at some point appear to explode) is in the trailer. Plus anything where anyone falls down. They wanted to sell it as an action/comedy." So there you go. Be not disappointed by the fact it seems like Ocean's Eleven but instead of Brad Pitt they got a big nose.

A love that would look and sound just like a movie

I'm a closet romantic. I turn my nose up at any film these days involving couples that isn't to do with breakdowns or tragedies and I turn my nose up at couples in general which makes me a hypocrite considering how very cliché some of my relationships were. But I have a soft spot for classics and starlets and the special way eyes shine in black and white films. The Audrey Hepburn week on Sky a while back was just magic for me. Do you know how many of her films involve her going to Paris for some reason? It's a lot. It made me wish I could afford more dvds. Pierrot le Fou is stagnant at £8 everywhere I look and every time I remember I want it it's a bad week for buying things. Good thing is, my classes this year are all in the afternoon so I'll save on the having to eat and I can spend more money in Fopp. I always wished I could have been fluent in French. I tried and I studied and I practiced but somehow I went from being able to string paragraphs together with irritating ease to tripping over the present tense. I think possibly I was blessed with the ability to learn, pass exams, forget. More room for new things?

Anyway I was watching Sabrina because I made an omelette and there's a scene where she cracks eggs. In Paris. Ooh let's be annoying and put a youtube video in here. I've never done that before. It's not a great film but it was the first scene that made me pay attention and it's just so ridiculous in a way I only tolerate in films like these. I think that maybe I feel like falling in love. It's been a while and the last one proved so very disappointing when it turned out he was a bore. And the existence of his arse was doubtful. Really I think it's because my feet were cold and these socks have ribbons. Makes me girly. Anyway watch as Audrey Hepburn tries to kill herself! Hell, I'd gas myself too if Humphrey Bogart was going to carry me like that.

To Joe

Thank you for the muffin, it made me smile. I'm sorry I did not seem more enthusiastic about it and I'm apologising only because I forgot to actually say how cute it was when you plonked it under my nose and I meant to. I did think it quite loudly and that counts a little bit.

Also I was going to work in your name more, perhaps to an irritating extent, but then I couldn't remember the last time I ever read my own name online so pfft to that. So will you be happy enough, Joe, to see your name twice in one post?

Let's go for three for a laugh, shall we?

To Mr ex-Cleavage

You should have known better than to play gay chicken with this straight girl. I play to win and your ruined lip is a testament to that fact.

To Ross who looks like that Hard-fi guy

You are not a bad guy. Pretty average but not bad and I have never complained about any conversations you have struck up even when it was blatantly obvious you were rather bored and single because hey, I was too. I have never complained about the drunken texts and phone calls because generally I keep my phone on silent for my sister's sake and I answer if I'm awake enough to be coherent. Generally I stopped actually sending replies to people along the lines of FUCK OFF I AM ASLEEP because generally it would come out in sleepy gibberish. Generally I am pretty tolerant.

BUT

Please note 1am is not the best of times to begin a conversation anyway though I was awake, I think, and I would probably have responded if I was. But if you are going to go to the bother of contacting me could you have at least thought of something that wasn't merely Hi. Seriously, even if it had been inappropriate or ridiculous it would have been better than Hi. Hell even when you sent my name and a smiley face it was better because I could at least laugh at you. My texts are free and I can't even be bothered responding. I hope you had a good night anyway because you're not a bad guy.

Still not gonna sleep with you though.

I'm sweating dust

My attic used to be a bedroom. Most rooms in my house actually used to be bedrooms and as a result we used to have a ton of bathrooms too. There's one in the attic, it's currently full of black plastic bags. Somewhere in there are my parents' typewriters and my mum's wedding dress that I tried on once and made my dad look uncomfortable. There's my toy train that pumped out real smoke as it went round and the first laptop I learned to type on and a ton of books. It was the books I was after tonight. I dived into three boxes and took anything that I might be interested in. The last box came up to my chest and I couldn't reach the bottom. I nearly fell in twice. I didn't find everything I wanted and I nearly screamed a couple of a times when I thought certain things were spiders but you know I got it together and I salvaged what I could. Turns out my dad read a lot of detective stories. He's in a huff right now because although his book list contains 5 or 6 Raymond Chandler books The Big Sleep is not one of them. He suspects all his good stuff was stolen by his middle brother, the English student. I could only find 2 of them anyway. Others I found were the Black Dahlia and I, Robot and a Rousseau book. My dad has Rousseau and he laughs at my philosophy leanings. We could not locate a certain I can't remember if it's still banned in this country so I'm not going to name it book but I did find The official KGB handbook that gives instructions on how to spy on and maybe murder 'enemies of the people'. Brilliant says I. I'm now in the position that I have far too many books to read. It is fucking fantastic. It all came about because I asked if other Kerouac books were worth reading after On the Road. His response was 'maybe a couple but most are shit' and when pressed further he said 'something about a tree? That one's terrible.' I then asked if he'd read Hemingway because I never have and I feel I should. He said he'd 'read one, don't have it. S'allright'. My dad is very much not the English student. Although I did find How to Write Crime Novels and a wealth of Journalism handbook style things. If I get very bored I'm going to try my hand at shorthand again. Still no typewriter though. How am I supposed to write a tragic romantic masterpiece, smoking and sighing and possibly being French with no bleeding typewriter to clack on! I knew I should never have let it be tidied away again.

There was also a cubby hole stuffed with books, one of which was signed by the author (Terkel) and quoted some song I did not recognise which I'm assuming is from when my dad was in Chicago (where he bought books in an illegal bookstore and went to a ton of jazz clubs and I've always been insanely jealous about that trip since I was old enough to appreciate how cool it must have been), and a shoe box stuffed full of letters helpfully labeled 'letters'. If I had a week to myself I'd set up in that attic and read everything, find some secrets and treasures but my dinner was burning downstairs and Julie was fighting with my mum and my dad was being generally clueless about everything so I dumped what I could carry onto my couch (having checked thoroughly for bees) and collapsed in the one room with a breeze through the window.

Oh and I watched American Psycho today. It was pretty good although I probably shouldn't have watched it so soon after Batman. Made it too funny. Well in a sort of HAHA BATMAN KILLED A GIRL! way. You know, hilarious.