Monday, November 10
Not As Promised
OK, so I haven't got round to writing the promised essay / rambling thoughts on The Matrix: Revolutions yet. I had a go at starting it, but it turned into a pile of crap, so I left it for a while. I might go see the film again before I write it, just to be sure that I didn't miss anything spectacularly glaring. Incidentally, of the two of my housemates who have now also seen it, one hated it, and the other merely enjoyed it. The one who hated it (Phil) isn't a huge fan of The Matrix anyway, but shame on him for not liking this film. I now get laughed at whenever I even dare mention The Matrix. Pah! What do they know?!
You may have noticed that the images have once again disappeared from the site. This is due to my host at Xsi.co.za changing hands and becoming an email server. Boo. Thankfully, I've now signed up at Brinkster, and I will upload the images ASAP, probably tomorrow. And dammit, this site looks horrible without the images.
What else has been happening this weekend? Hmm, we (me and my housemates) sat up till a stupidly late hour watching The Office last night. There was nothing on TV, so we watched 3 episodes from the Series 1 DVD one of us owns, and then decided that we should go rent out Series 2 from the local Choices video shop. Which we did, promptly followed by 3 (3!!!) hours of watching the entire second series. It is without doubt the funniest programme of the last few years, but even I was getting a little tired of it by the time we were nearing the end of the 6th episode. Saying that, I'm sure we'll watch a couple of episodes again tonight...
Around the house, I think I'm getting a reputation for saying patently ridiculous things. I think it's because I try to be funny, but always misjudge the tone, or go into too much depth about certain things... I seem to be outdoing myself each time, as Phil is constantly noting. Ahh well, I can play the jester's role for a while at least.
My German class(es) are getting a whole lot better. I was in my German Law class this morning, and we were going through the essays that the teacher set us over Reading Week. I was fairly pleased with mine when I handed it in, especially considering the fact that I'd wrote it all in one afternoon. Anyway, I got it back today, and I got a 2:1! That's the second highest level in university parlance. I should explain. University grading goes as follows: A First, an Upper Second (2:1), a Lower Second (2:2), a Third, a Pass and a Fail. To get a first, you need 70% or above, and to pass 40% of the marks are required. My mark today was somewhere around 63, which I'm very, very happy about. My German language was not too hot, but at least my meaning got put across, which is I guess what matters. Things are looking up.
I'm sure there was something else I wanted to mention. Oh yeah, I've got a new link to my site, from the lovely lady over at BoysAreTurds. Hurrah, my fame is (eventually) spreading.
One final point. It's my birthday in 9 days... Not expecting much, although I know that from my parents I've got this super-duper, ultra-great set of clippers and attachments, so I can style my beard as much as I like. My beard is incidentally looking pretty fucking cool right now. I've let the whole thing grow for about 6 weeks, and it's very thick now. I reckon it's gone beyond "rugged" into "hairy." I almost shaved it off this weekend, but I was talked out of it by my housemates. It will have to wait until next week then.
Right now I'm off to Regent St, to buy myself a couple of new fleeces from Uniqlo with the money that my lovely Mum has put into my bank account as part of my Birthday present. Mmmmm, new reversible fleeces. (Picture me drooling a la Homer to get the full effect).
Saying Homer has made me think for one second. What book should I read next? I haven't started a new book since I finished Branded last week, and I can't decide what to read. I've got Glamorama by Bret Easton Ellis on my bookshelf, crying out to be read, but there's also Darwin's Origin of Species there too. Plus I want to re-read Draussen vor der Tur by Borchert, a German play which is absolutely brilliant. Decisions, decisions.
