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| Pfff, well done....I'm back at Newcastle....I arrived at 6:30 pm, and well, for once, the coach journey wasn't that unpleasant. It's true that I'm now used to snoring grand fathers, stinking fat blokes, shameless old people, crying kids, goddamn thick coach drivers putting the heating on full blast to calm everybody down, chatting grannies, unbearable teenage girls spending their time texting their boyfriend but not thinking even once of turning the volume of their mobile down, poshy pervs trying to chat you up by showing off their new laptop, electronic organizer and mini mobile....but, you know, it s always a bit .. irritating...Thanksfully, this journey was quite alright, which enables me to think and read a bit. I read 100 pages or so of "Angela's Ashes", that i've already read 500 times at least, but it's a perfect book to read when you travel or when you queue up. You open it on whichever page, start reading and, "hop!", you' re sucked into it and can't stop reading until you hear a shy "Is that seat free?" or an half annoyed, half weary " next..." I don't know if it is what 's called a masterpiece or something like that, but it's a trully captivating book.When i read it for the first time, it had such an impact on me, that when i had a well filled plate for dinner, i felt guilty and nearly couldn't eat. Oops, i have to specify that this book is an autobiography dealing with life in Ireland, just after the Potatoe Famine. And what i like is that the author, Franck McCourt, doesn't complain or anything; he just merely depicts his experience of life as a child, a teenager and a young adult. The hole biography consists actually in two volumes (Angela's Ashes and Tis) But, although the second one is really good too, Angela's Ashes definitely remains my favourite one. Anyway, i arrived at home around 7pm and the house was empty, or nearly empty. I was looking forward to seeing Hannah and Strawb (2 of my 5 flatmates) but unfortunately they weren't home. I knew they went on a trip to Liverpool, but i couldn't remember when they said they would be back.. Though, Gaurav, my psycho flatmate, is here and i absolutely dont feel like going and chatting with him ( who does?). I finally went in my room, attempting to tidy up a bit and to get rid of the rotten smell of a slice of bread i forgot on my desk the day of my departure. 2 months ago. On my bed was a parcel from my step-mother, with clothes inside. At first i was all bouncing around out of joy, but when i tried the clothes , i came down a peg. The t-shirt didn't suit me, and i'm far too fat to wear these trousers. Alright...i'll try to send an add tomorrow on the uni website to sell them; i'll probably find a tarty girl to buy them. If it could pay a bit, it would be welcomed, especially as my landlord expects me to pay the rent by sunday... No need to say that i haven't got even a tenth of the amount he requires, and that apparently my grant refuses to be deposited on my account. fine! After that , i had a quick look at the Tyneside Cinema programme ( Newcastle independent cinema) and, thanks God!, it cheered me up a bit. The programme was quite good and there are some films that looked interesting, namely "Elephant", "Bodysong" and "It's All About Love". I like Gus Van Sant in general and "My Own Private Idaho" and "Good Will Hunting" in particular, so i can't go wrong with "Elephant", especially as it won the Palmes d'Or award at Cannes Festival 2003 (Though it doesnt always mean what we expect...)."It's All About Love" apparently stars Joaquin Phoenix and Clare Danes- who are not unpleasant to watch on the silverscreen- and is directed by one of the founders of the Dogme, the Danish Thomas Vinterberg. I'm really eager to go and see this movie as, firstly i'm a bit of a fan of Northern Cinema, and secondly because i ve already been dazzled by Vinterberg's "Festen", so i think i'll enjoy it. And "Bodysong", well... i've never heard neither of that film before, nor of its director, Simon Pummell, but the synopsis arouses my curiosity and sounds quite enthousistic. After all that and if i have some money left, i may yield to temptation by going and watching Hardwicke's "Thirteen", Young's "Kiss of Life" or even S.Coppola's "Lost In Translation". Despite S.Coppola's generally subtle direction, the trailers really didn't inspired me that much. Though, Nico and Maria told me that it was really worth seeing it, so i may have a go for it! Damn! it's bloody 11pm and Strawb is still not at home... Tomorrow is the first day of my second semester, and she was meant to tell me at what time we had to be at uni. But she is not there and i can't go to bed without knowing....Merde....I've slept only 3 hours last night, this coach trip killed me, and "Mali Music" rocks me... what can i do but sleeping ... sleeping ... sleeping.....? |
| February, 1st, 2004 Tomorrow |
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