수요일, 3월 17, 2004
movie night went down a treat, although the flicks we were watching became more and more cliched as the night passed. that, and the fact that i ended up with eyebags big enough to sleep in this morning. it was quite shocking, but nevermind that. apparently lester (complete with new haircut) was muchly disgusted with our choice of movie (what? what is wrong with "american pie: the wedding", "the new guy", "the rules of attraction", and "once upon a time in mexico"? what is wrong?)

ok, so there really is something chick-flicky and incomprehensible about why such movies were chosen, but hey, it's two days to the end of term, cut us some slack. there's nothing better than letting loose and spending the last week of term doing nothing every night, having the time to look away from our main priority and try to get something out of our experience here. packing aside, i have to say that it is indeed a liberating experience.

right now i just can't wait to get home. i miss it so much, and this always hits me the week before i get home and the week after i get back for the start of term. just looking back, i realise just how many calls i made back home the first week i was here. not only am i going to run up a phone bill that's going to hit the roof, it also goes to show how much i actually thought of my family. i don't think there is any way i could actually live without them, not now, not ever.

i thought the post for the 16th of march had been cancelled by the school computer, and was just about to get quite annoyed with it. but i'm quite used to it now, the school computer eating up my posts. that was 7:30 last evening, and guess what? this morning i log in and hey presto, there the post is, nestled as cosy as anything, as if it had been there all along. well that's where you're wrong man, there is a prima facie argument that the post looked as if it had been there all the while, but no, not so. it's just running and hiding so that it can irritate me just one last time. one last prank before i go off for the term, that sort of thing. grr.

think i might have been too tired last night. by the time we got down to "once upon a time in mexico", which is the strangest film to get emotional to, within the first 10 minutes of the movie, i was crying. or at least, i was getting really distressed because the old man who sold guitars was just blown off (and i mean literally) just like that. i know i said something about hating being rational in the previous post, but now something else has surfaced. i hate getting emotional as well. embarrassment aside, i just... dislike getting emotional about such small things. the movie was given a rating of 15 for goodness' sake, you would have thought a person like me could deal with it. it's like this when i read my old war lit books as well. i always cry when raleigh dies in "journey's end", i always feel a lump in my throat when i read owen's "dulce et decorum est". sure, arguably it's just words on a page, and they were describing wwI, while the old man who died was just an actor, but still. i remember how i used to cry when i was a kid and on a visit to my dad stationed in indo, and my mom brought me on some ride that was supposedly kiddy-safe, without the freaky sound effects and all, but i was still freaked out at all the dancing dolls moving mechanically in the semi-darkness. i swear i didn't look at my toys for days afterward. in fact, it just made me feel even better when the chucky movies came out some years later.

i think i need a break.