Well, last night I watched Day Of The Dead. And danced like a crazy person in my joy.
Dude, so good and very creepy. The most apocolyptic of the whole thing, too. The sheer cabin fever and insanity was really well-portrayed, and it was probably the best at showing how damned awful humans are as a whole.
The main protagonist? A zombie by the name of Bub. He's doing what he's doing because he's made too by a primitive instinct. What are the excuses of everyone else? Very sweet, too - is it bad that I felt sorry for him when Logan was killed?
Gruesone, of course. It's still a film about dead people who eat live people. More realistic in it's grossness, especially the experimented zombies. Cut thier head off and the head still moves. Ugh!
I think I've fulfilled my zombie phase. I'm happy.
Went to bed much later beign rather annoyed by the return to first person by Anne Rice. Damn!
Woke up far, far too late. I was banking on being awake at ten. Rolled out of bed at 11.45. The shame... I watched the news and then have spent the rest of today rather badly revising history. It's hard. I've never revised history before, actually. Never needed too. Flicked through my file for GCSE and it never really came up as an issue after that. I'm good at fact recall and for and against and cause and effect. Not sure why. But now, the volume of work is that much that I have to sit down and remind myself why Ship Money was a Bad Thing, why the Personal Rule was not a Bad Thing and why Laud was a bit of a tit, really. Oiy.
I've been revising very badly, though. A good song on the radio? Turn it up and stop revising. Three cups of tea every couple of hours, as a rule (anyone who tells you the stuff doesn't have caffiene is lying) and generally eating crap. And now I'm here, before I buggar off and revise English. Hate English, or at least the trauma of trying to revise what cannot actually be revised.
I think I'll go and make a cup of a tea and make an effort at getting some revision done. Probably. More likely I'll natter to
elentari_valie and
hammer_strike and then go shopping with my mother. As an attempt to get out of the house, I'm actually helping out and going food shopping with her. Oh, the shame.
Last note: Apparently the ducks have gone from the locke thing. They're ALIVE! Hurrah!
~Hathy_Col~
Dude, so good and very creepy. The most apocolyptic of the whole thing, too. The sheer cabin fever and insanity was really well-portrayed, and it was probably the best at showing how damned awful humans are as a whole.
The main protagonist? A zombie by the name of Bub. He's doing what he's doing because he's made too by a primitive instinct. What are the excuses of everyone else? Very sweet, too - is it bad that I felt sorry for him when Logan was killed?
Gruesone, of course. It's still a film about dead people who eat live people. More realistic in it's grossness, especially the experimented zombies. Cut thier head off and the head still moves. Ugh!
I think I've fulfilled my zombie phase. I'm happy.
Went to bed much later beign rather annoyed by the return to first person by Anne Rice. Damn!
Woke up far, far too late. I was banking on being awake at ten. Rolled out of bed at 11.45. The shame... I watched the news and then have spent the rest of today rather badly revising history. It's hard. I've never revised history before, actually. Never needed too. Flicked through my file for GCSE and it never really came up as an issue after that. I'm good at fact recall and for and against and cause and effect. Not sure why. But now, the volume of work is that much that I have to sit down and remind myself why Ship Money was a Bad Thing, why the Personal Rule was not a Bad Thing and why Laud was a bit of a tit, really. Oiy.
I've been revising very badly, though. A good song on the radio? Turn it up and stop revising. Three cups of tea every couple of hours, as a rule (anyone who tells you the stuff doesn't have caffiene is lying) and generally eating crap. And now I'm here, before I buggar off and revise English. Hate English, or at least the trauma of trying to revise what cannot actually be revised.
I think I'll go and make a cup of a tea and make an effort at getting some revision done. Probably. More likely I'll natter to
Last note: Apparently the ducks have gone from the locke thing. They're ALIVE! Hurrah!
~Hathy_Col~
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Date: 2004-05-20 09:35 am (UTC)]:)
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Date: 2004-05-20 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-05-20 01:23 pm (UTC).. what drugs were we on?
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Date: 2004-05-20 01:45 pm (UTC)Don't you do english too? I did that last year... I think the examiner was on something when he marked my paper though.
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Date: 2004-05-20 01:46 pm (UTC)I certainly hope my examiner is on good drugs when he marks my paper!
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Date: 2004-05-20 01:56 pm (UTC)Are you going to carry it on next year?
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Date: 2004-05-20 01:59 pm (UTC)Alas.
Doing all four, though - the others I'm taking at uni and media is too much fun to drop. Unfortunately, St Andrews, I'm informed, will pass me over if I turn up with media as one of my three. And for the chance to do five types of history in one year (squee!) I'll suffer the course for another year...
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Date: 2004-05-20 02:03 pm (UTC)Good luck with A2 then (and getting through the As exams- when I are they?)
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