Monday, August 04, 2003

Written last night at 11:45...

I've been busy the past few days.

I went to Universal, helped throw an "80's" themed party, went to a "C" grade restaurant, drove up PCH, braved the Hollywood Bowl parking lot by myself, and saw several movies. Also, I was evidently “hazed” by a freshman in the band – news to me, actually, but he proudly proclaimed this as a group of band members took a shot together at the 80’s party. Hell, a shot’s always a good idea, regardless of who suggests it. (God, do I sound like an alcoholic lush after that statement?)

"I Capture the Castle" made me cry. Both the book and the movie, actually. I love this story so much. I love the characters. The time period. The castle. The atmosphere. I got this queer ache in my heart after closing the book. And it returned when the credits started rolling down the screen. I can’t put my finger on the exact element that haunts me. But something inside of me isn’t quite the same as before.

"Camp"... wasn't so convincing. Great music, great art direction... but what the hell was up with the story? It was disjointed, uneven, and a bit disturbing. Oddness. However, I'd like to have a copy of the soundtrack. Also, the filmmakers certainly knew how to market this little movie – the theatre was full of gay couples and artistic types. Well, it was also playing at the Laemmle on Sunset. That location certainly adds to the vibrant flavour of the audience.

I’m moving into PIRC tomorrow. Two days before RA training. I’m getting slightly scared. Self-doubt has always been my forte – but this is ridiculous. I know I will be a great RA. I love working with people, getting involved in the school, and making others feel welcome around me. Still, I’m intimidated by the sheer weight of responsibility.

It’s time to head to bed. I wish I could post this at the proper time… but my internet connection is sketchy at best.