I'm back.... November on fast forward

Wow, I haven't posted on the blog since September. I was quite unhappy at the time, since I was trying to get a job and somehow get my life together and nothing was working, so I said "screw this blog" and just left it (I was considering deleting the whole thing). I have such moods sometimes. When I was younger I could never keep a diary; I'd write a few entries and throw it in the back of a chest of drawers and forget about it. I remember one entry was a poorly written description of a weird tree I'd seen in the city. I guess my life has always been so boring that there really is no point in recording it. However, these uneventful periods of time are often followed by somewhat exciting times. And November surprisingly had a few of the exciting ones (which I managed to somehow or other remember or jot down) interspersed between the long dragging days. But let's talk about the interesting ones. ok?

There was a film festival through the whole of November and finally there was something interesting showing in cinemas for a change. So on the 6th I ventured outdoors to see a movie and meet an online friend for the first time. I hardly ever communicate with people from the country I live in, much less agree to meet them in real life. However, since we're both fans of Nirvana, I felt it would be selfish not to let him know they were showing About A Son a film on Kurt Cobain. And since I last went to the cinema about 5 years ago and I'd most often gone completely alone, I decided I was in the mood for innovations. I wondered if it would be fun to see a movie like most people see movies - with friends; so I absentmindedly invited him along. Besides, he'd been nagging for us to meet up and was getting a bit annoying. For those as paranoid as me, no... he did not slit my throat and hide my body under the movie theater seats as I expected. :P We had a good time, although he later accused me of looking "emo", with which I absolutely disagree, whatever this term means. After the film while I was absolutely energized from seeing a great film, he was terribly depressed... who's emo now?

The 11th of November was not eventful. I felt clumsy all day and dropped my favourite mug. Does this qualify as an event? It certainly gave me a heart attack, because for a second I thought I broke it. And if you had seen what my favourite mug looks like, you'd sympathize. It is from Russia and was a gift from my aunt. If I ever acquire a digital camera, I'll snap a pic of it for all to gaze at it.

On November 12th I felt tall. Don't ask, I'm weird. I just felt taller than usual, as if I grew in the matter of a few hours. Alice in Wonderland anyone?

On the 15th I experienced a startle when I saw that someone had commented on this excuse of a blog. And it was in Bulgarian too, which is even stranger, to me at least. It was so anonymous, because it had no link. Quite exciting and I dare say the comment kept me from deleting the blog. Thank you, Layla. :)

On the 16th while walking on the street after a doctor's appointment, I saw a dead kitten... But I don't actually know if it was a dead kitten or something that only looked like a dead kitten, because like the wimp I am I got frightened and looked away. It reminded me of the dead pigeon I used to pass by for a week or two on my way home from college. Every day it seemed to be at a different stage of decomposition. One day it had all it's guts on show, a few days later it already was missing limbs, and at the end it didn't really look like it had been a pigeon at all. It was really quite sad. And now that I've grossed out whoever is actually reading this... let's move on.

Following the success of the events on the 6th, on the 17th Philip and I went to see the wonderful Control. But since this time I was in charge of providing tickets, things went quite a bit wrong and I ended up finally having an adventure. For those who don't consider the story that follows next an adventure.... SHUT UP, I never have adventures, so don't ruin this for me. For starters, I waited for the last minute and went to get the tickets on the day of the screening. And when the obviously more intelligent friend of the two came... he informed me, upon seeing the tickets, that the film was not from 21:00 but from 23:00. Being completely stupid with numbers I had mixed up the time. Seriously, I obviously can't count. So we had about 2 or 3 (again, don't take my word for it, I don't know numbers) hours to spare and nothing to do. The attempt at meeting up with his friends at some cafe was unsuccessful and in all honesty boring, so we just walked around the city for a while and then waited for the movie on a bench outside a supermarket, which was very convenient, since it started raining. We just sat there, talking about all sorts of nonsense and I'm pretty sure I said the word "asshole" a bit too often when the conversation went towards the topic of horrid former teachers. Then we went to see the actual movie. Control. I had been waiting to see it ever since they announced they planned on making it. And as everything had gone wrong that day, I discovered I had forgotten my glasses. Thankfully, I was capable of seeing the movie perfectly fine without them. And what a movie it was. I will not give a review of it here, not to make this post insanely long with my stupid ramblings on things of actual quality. But all you need to know is that you MUST see it for yourself. And again, after the film was over, I felt so happy I could not contain myself, because to me good cinema is invigorating. Philip, however, was struck with another case of his gloomy attitude. I concluded that I only took him to see depressing movies about dead musicians, but at least they were good. He concurred. And I was on my way home, jumping through puddles (thankfully I had an umbrella) and trying to catch some sort of transport at some time past midnight. What would have normally been a series of unplanned mix ups turned out into a pretty awesome time.

On the 22nd through the 25th there was such a thick fog outside it was really impossible to see anything. I just walked around the apartment looking out the windows of each room to see nothing but white. So I decided that this would be quite similar to Takako Minekawa's "white cube" since I could not see any other colour wherever I looked. So I had "Destron" in my head for over 2 days. It was wonderful. But what was not wonderful was that my eye was killing me the whole time. Friday and the whole weekend, I felt as though in a crazy ultra violent cartoon. If you're wondering what I mean, I imagined I was a half-robot that scared the hell out of someone by having my eye blast out of my head and then there would only be a big bloody hole in it's place. I spent the whole time in complete agony, wondering when my eye would stop hurting, while the pain just moved from one eye to both. Fortunately, it gradually stopped.

This post is too long, so I'm shutting up now. You don't really need to know THIS much about me anyway. This post really has no practical or aesthetic use. Thank you for not reading.