"this beautiful never-ending... nothing"

I just watched The Good Girl and I wept like a baby afterwards. It is such a sad little story about the impossibility of running away from one's utter loneliness, it is about delusion, disappointment and failure and sadness and tragedy and shattered dreams. What makes it so tragic is that it's the story of so many people. I also took the title of this entry from it. And then I went on IMDB to look the film up and read that assault charges against Christian Bale have been dropped. This made me smile and thus I realized that I am what is technically known as a loser.

Summer has been quite good so far. It started out with a blast. I, the undersigned, the undersigned wimp I might add, went to a rock festival. And I survived! Well almost, I wouldn't have without my sister's apartment to sleep in for two hours/ shower every early morning. I watched Radiohead play live in front of my bespectacled eyes and I still cannot believe it happened to me. My idols from my teenage years just a few metres away from me. Nine hours starving in the same spot took care of the short distance. They played for two hours, which amounts to practically a whole gig:) Just before Radiohead came on, I had the privilege to watch Sigur Ros play their ethereal heart-wrenching music at sunset, which amounts to quasi-perfection. My exhaustion prevents me from elaborating further on the festival and the other acts we were lucky enough to watch.

I started work at Centrecom and it's as soul-crushing as booking flights all shift long can be. But mastering the reservation system is quite a challenge, even if a terribly unstimulating one. But thankfully the environment is quite friendly and my shifts are usually not bad. I work four shifts a week usually but now I'll probably make it a point to reduce them so as to have more time to read up for my thesis. I've had this one single thesis idea tucked away in my mind since April and finally i plucked up the courage to go talk to Dr Callus about it and realized I hadn't improved on it since April. I already feel like a pretentious incompetent git for having had the guts to go talk to Callus when I'm so clueless. Time will tell.

I guess I'll have to leave now since I'm out of wordless music I can blog to. Just one word of advice to those who haven't yet had the good sense to watch The Dark Knight. It's amazing, haunting, visionary. I MEAN IT. I did not want to leave the cinema when it ended because I wanted to rewind it and watch it all over again. Yes. It's that good. Heath Ledger is perfect as the Joker. And Christian Bale is Christian Bale. Guess I should be off now. Had more to write but it just fizzled out into hazy drowsiness.

Liz
xxx

Radio waves

You know, I love radios. They are so cool. The one in my room is a distinctly eighty-ish one: complete with ultra-stiff tuner and knobs the colour of fake dull silver. Very retro if you ask me. The cult indie crowd would love it I presume. What I love about radios is the idea of all these different disembodied voices coming into your drowsy little room and their absurd detachment and/or connection to your life. Last night I fell asleep to the voice of a guy on BBC radio, who was saying that the internet has led to the creation of an individual who is essentially alone and desperate. I love these adjectives of doom. Desperate. Alone. Don't they remind you of dear old Conrad? This afternoon two guys on XFM broadcast a really stupid jingle about the need for guys to test themselves for testicular cancer. Earlier on I heard an advert for Malta's very own High School Musical. Yes. Absolutely swell. Yet another way to celebrate mediocrity!!! Of all the stupid ideas. That insufferable show with that insufferable couple. Zac and Vanessa can put one off falling in love for years. It is bad. And then of course radios bring you the (mainstream) music of the age, which sometimes tends to be quite degenerate, but you do get the gems sometimes.

Anyway my point is that my exams are finished. As are my assignments and my German Circle exams. And it is only for this reason that I can go on rambling about radios till you are prone to end up murdering me. Anyways must be off to continue lazing drowsily about. Started work training with Centrecom. Will ramble about that some other time. Thanks to Andrea and co. for the lovely bag and top! Much Love! Isle of Mtv tomorrow! Let's learn all the Enrique/One Republic/ The Kooks lyrics by heart so we have good reason to scream:)

Till next time
Take care
liz

Numbness

Lately I've tried to blog many times but always stopped halfway because of sheer apathy, or the fact I felt it was better to vegetate on the bed in the little free time I have. But tonight my boredom has numbed me into simply attempting to type it away. OK. Let me admit it. I've seen worse days. Today I studied Virginia Woolf and started the mighty Conrad, whom I absolutely LOVE. Yes, I know, I'm a total Philistine and I've only read Heart of Darkness and no Lord Jim. But I still LOVE him. The man has IT. That thing which makes him absolutely indispensable to humanity, that thing that makes a light bulb go pop in your head in a sleepy library on an even sleepier May afternoon.

Despite the utter awesomeness that is Conrad, I am totally and utterly exhausted. My mind feels like a squashed cheeselet on the sizzling tarmac of a Maltese August noon. So I'm watching lots and lots of Daria, which some girl for whom I should build a monument uploaded on youtube. You see, Daria is the still point of the turning mediocre world. As I had said in a previous entry, Daria is or was a completely, intelligent, witty, funny, lovable show on MTV, and how this station degenerated to showing stuff like 'jackass' and 'rob and big' and 'viva la bam' is a perversion humanity will sadly never fathom.

In other world-shattering news, I'm twenty. YES. And I still watched Mini Bugz today cos it was Griz's birthday. My June birthday was the usual i.e. I spent it studying. Actually I spent it reading a book for Postcolonial Novel this year. The book was quite enjoyable, especially considering its heroine had a fetish for hairy wrists. EEW! The presents I got were absolutely tops though, and Andrea and co. have promised theirs when the sound and fury is over (Haven't met An in ages :(). Much love to them of course! I got money from parents and Aunt Maryanne and Uncle Joe, which I will use for Werchter of course XD. I got a lovely dainty butterfly-shaped necklace from Deborah, a Keane live DVD and documentary from Claire and 'The Gum Thief' by Douglas Coupland from Miriam:) Thanks so much XD

Last Saturday was hilarious. Looking forward to normal LIFE now. And Werchter of course!!!! Please God let the sun shine for those 4 days.

I' ll leave you with Daria: Please watch these and your life will be better: It's the first and second part of one episode:

Cheese

When taking short breaks from studying, i love watching Dawson's Creek (which according to me is one of the cringeworthiest series ever) episodes on Youtube and listening to all the cheesy lines. And then I love rewinding the cheesiest lines and listening to them again and cringing like there's no tomorrow. It makes me so happy. Some of the cheesiest lines I've heard so far:

"Your mother deserves a medal because she brought up the best boy ever."
"I'm the only guy in here who is with Audrey Hepburn." (when talking about Katie Holmes, the actress who wasn't even able to PRETEND she was remotely enjoying kissing the SHEER BEAUTY that is Christian Bale in Batman.)
Phrases such as "sexual theoretics, "acquiring genitalia", "your actions are articulating otherwise", "hormonal glitch" USED BY FIFTEEN YEAR OLDS IN DAY TO DAY CONVERSATIONS. Come off it!!!

More cheese and wackiness coming up soon hopefully!

till next time
take care
and


GOOD LUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Hate hate hate hate exams

I just watched a whole two hours of a movie with Christian Bale in it. And I didn't enjoy it. Because I was all the time telling myself I was wasting time. I hate exams. I love normal days when you can go to sleep knowing that whatever you didn't manage to finish today will be finished tomorrow. I love normal days when you can sit in the sun and read a poem just for the sake of reading a poem. Aargh I HATE EXAMS. It doesn't exactly help that I was born bang on the 3rd of June, which means I'll spend my twentieth birthday studying Postcolonial novels. Joy.

The film I watched was The Prestige. I loved most of it but the last part was just quite lame. Whatever. Best thing is that I can sleep with Christian Bale in my head. All over my worried head. And yes I'm worried about other stuff besides exams. But yes they are too stupid to see the light of blogging day. *cries herself to sleep*

moan groan pfsah blah

Liz

This is called exam stress.

This must be the coolest theme song ever. It's the nanananananana bit which gets me every time. I must learn how to sing it to perfection. I MUST.



Enjoy:D

Library air

I've been thinking about how we go through life storing up these lovely little memories in our soul: songs, people's smiles, lines from poems or books, pictures, so that our soul has something to feed on when we have to trudge through the bleakness of, say, a Discourse Analysis write-up. Must continue.