All you youngsters care about these days is that cake-emu

Kat has weird dreams about old grandmas complaining about the cake-emu. Admittedly I too have weird dreams, in which I'm pregnant, and Kat knows it thanks to a bloody MSN conversation we had (I really put my foot in it, but she does have some pretty darn good detectin' skills to be able to work that out several months before I go into labour). Charlotte just has sick dreams where we all die violently.

I just had to change what song iTunes was playing, because my dad came up and I don't think he would appreciate hearing sweary words, mention of sodomy and, well, the title 'Violent Pornography' says it all, really. Now he is gone.

I panicked a little during Philosophy today, but it turned out all was well. No point going into detail, but essentially, I think Haslam is cool about where I'm at with the synoptic essay. In Film, Charlotte Wright and Frenchy gave their presentations, but there wasn't time for any more, as there were technical setbacks at the beginning lesson; potentially, I might not even be fitted in on Thursday, even though I was initially supposed to be first on that day. In English, the class once again succeeded in defiling children's' literature; we analysed a short children's' story from the 1950s, which admittedly was pretty shocking to start with, but only because of the inherent sexism; the fact that the kids were rowing about in the sea in the middle of a storm, at night; the fact the young boy was barefoot for the entire story; the fact that their granddad appeared to grow younger by about twenty years; and that they set fire to the lighthouse. Okay, there are more examples of how insane it was, but those are the most shocking. All we had to do was make the young boy and his sister, Bess, incestuous; decide the grandfather was a drunk and give him a younger sailor drinking partner who became his imposter (that explained why he kept changing and where his bandage disappeared to); and turn the lighthouse into a huge cock. The moral of the story? What happens in the lighthouse stays in the lighthouse. And in case you were wondering, Greaves was - once again - completely complicit in this entire conversation, and eventually accepted Rob's suggestion that the granddad was a drunk.

Then I had frees, so Matt gave me a lift into town, dropping me off in Waitrose carpark, and I made my way to the library, where I proceeded to read book 10 of Wheel of Time for about twenty-five minutes (I found their copy of it and decided I might as well go back to reading it). I also got my mum to get out two DVDs for me; Notes on a Scandal and Where the Heart Is. Then we went for lunch at Kim's Tea Rooms, or whatever it's called.

I dilly-dallied around on the internet for a few hours, upon returning home, and then I watched Where the Heart Is. My reason for getting it out? My lovely Natalia (of the Portman variety, not Nat). She played a seventeen year old pregnant girl left by her boyfriend at Wal-Mart, where she is forced to live for six weeks, until she gives birth to her baby there, and then the film follows the next five years of her life. I was also pleased to see the always wonderful Stockard Channing, and Joan Cusack, who always seems to have amusing roles. It also starred the guy who played Paul Raines in season four of 24, who was alright, although it's his ex-wife I care more about; when my beloved Michelle died, and Nina -- well, Nina died too, but it was her betrayal that cut me deep; she didn't betray Jack, she betrayed me -- I found comfort in the development of the lovely lovely Audrey (she wears reading glasses!!), who was Paul's ex-wife. I went through the whole of Where the Heart Is wondering where the hell I'd seen the guy before.
It wasn't the most amazing movie, but it was enjoyable enough, and enchantingly feminine in some ways, and hell, I love Natalie Portman, so to see her when she was still just a lovely eighteen year old, driving the entire plot of a movie; I'm cool with that.

At dinner just now, we had our mandatory 'film and TV' chat for probably half an hour. Today we were trying to list our ten favourite films each. Mum and I didn't bother, as we knew we haven't seen enough good films to be able to compile such a list, but Alec had no issue with doing such a thing. Dad simply listened, but then that's dad.

Yay, film talk dominated this entry.
And aren't I amazing for updating? Love me.

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