TV and nostalgia

Woke up feeling like I was hit by a truck. Wasn't feeling too well yesterday night either. In fact I engaged in some real potato-couching - I watched one and a half episodes of Britain's Next Top Model (watching the bitching and the glamour always gives me the kicks), and then I watched CSI. CSI keeps you watching, but except for the ingenious storyline, it's crap. The acting must be the worst I've seen in ages (excluding Becky of course), and this is coming from a person who knows next to nothing about acting, and needs really crap acting to be induced to comment. The red-haired bloke who has the main part has to stare straight into the camera and put on his painfully outdated so-last-decade sunglasses whenever he says something of a certain DEPTH and SIGNIFICANCE, as if the viewers were so dumb that they needed to be told when to listen. Furthermore, the producers of the show have the sick habit of putting in this groovy music whenever they're examining some butchered body in an advanced state of decomposition. If they think that finding out how a person died is some geeky endeavour for hopeless bland geeky over-enthusiastic idiots, they should be taken to have their head, and heart, examined. This show simply underlines the misconception that all scientific people are dim-witted and possess no sense of style whatsoever. This is obviously a wrong generalization , but dear me, shows like these just strengthen it. The cinematography of the show is also very clinical, stark, bleak and scientific. Lots of ice-cold blue and highlighter green and grey and metallic colours and other assorted ugly colours- my insufficient ability to describe colours specifically is quite unforgivable I know. Bottom line, despite all these shortcomings, it kept me glued to the sofa, listening intently to every word. The appeal of detective stories is universal indeed. No wonder there's something like 754857585 such shows on TV.

This reviewing thingy is really getting me hooked :-D! The thing is, life is very quiet and ordinary at the moment, so it's no use going on and on about it because otherwise I'll bore you to sleep. On Sunday I was very depressed and so I got all bothered and flustered and dug up Radiohead. Ah. Exquisite. Sometimes it hits me like a rapid flash of light that those guys were so good- 'OK Computer' still ranks as one of those albums that most struck me and that I really love. I still clearly remember the day I bought it. I went to Valletta early before my Spanish lesson. I think it was the tenth of March 2003- in the midst of the Referendum and General Election chaos. I recall being all panicked and flustered because I could not find it anywhere. Then, finally, I found it in the City Gate shop. For a girl who was always terrified of what Big Sister and Brother were going to say, (I was proud that way and had this tremendous fear of ridicule and criticism, huge remnants of which unfortunately remain to this day), it was a big deal to splash out my saved-up pocket money on an original CD. I remember the joy and delight on my first playing it. Dear me, I was such a weird little fourteen-year-old! (and I did not know how to download songs yet.) Ah nostalgia. I had documented that momentous day in my diary of course, but I think I've lost the diary or it got thrown away. Anyways all this recalling came out of my intention to post this link to a much-loved Radiohead song which they never recorded properly. It's all very heart-wrenching and romantic and it's called 'True Love Waits'. Apparently there's another song with this name but it is not a cover.

Before I conclude, I shall say that lately I've been writing addictively in my diary. It's become the thing I turn to when I'm not feeling too good about myself. Sometimes I feel like life will pass me by while I'm busy writing diary entries. It all sounds so mediocre yet it's the one thing that I seem to be able to do of late. It's like the last lifeline before one starts feeling hopeless, hollow and mediocre. I seem to falter at every attempt at creativity but I still have to keep writing or else I feel rather dead. Moreover, diaries are a good way to put all the pieces -thoughts, feelings, perceptions, experiences- into at least a semblance of a whole. Yet I am happy. Life is very tranquil and some things are sorting themselves out nicely. (I have the (deputy) Dean's recommendation!!!). I should be off now since I've ended up writing journal entries about writing journal entries. Dear me, I should get me a life. But not really, I've actually got work to do (Yes, not joking!) once I leave this blog. Actually I should have started ages ago. So I shall bid you farewell and Happy Santa Marija!!!

Take care,
Lizzy
xxxx