Too little, too late

This evening, as I was channel flicking trying to find a decent programme; one that wouldn't induce me to vomit from an overdose in my emotional capacity, I came across Big Daddy, a rather endearing little tale of a child being thrust into the arms of a complete stranger. Of course it had the usual happy ending with everything ending just supercalifragilisticexpialidocious, but it began in Adam Sandler's usual comedic style. Thankfully this is one movie I actually like, as it is not overly-gooey, and it doesn't take place in a perfect world. It made me think about how unstable society is. In some ways, we have all lost some root traditional values, I mean whatever happened to trust? Nowadays it feels like you are just competing against everyone: survival of the fittest and all. Sorry to go off on a tangent but hey, freedom of speech was given to us for a reason.

I have just finished reading Tender Morsels by Margo Lanagan, a sadly depressingly twisted story, and I voiced this opinion on my twitter profile. Weirdly enough I received a tweet from Margo Lanagan, saying that her 'job is done'. She then told me that her next novel promises not to be so sad, and for that I'm grateful. I don't quite know if I would be able to cope with the emotional overload if it were not.
Yesterday, I found myself trailing Ealing Broadway in search charity shops, hoping to scout out some second hand books on Orwell, Achebe, and a few spanish authors. Sadly, to my dissapointment I only managed to dig out one spanish book and a York Notes critique of Joseph Conrad's Heart Of Darkness. After all the promises my english teacher gave me of charity shops stacking highly esteemed books, I was bitterly dimished at not coming home with a pile of books in my hands. My mother was actually surprised at me only having brought two books- knowing me she probably thought I was going to buy the whole of Waterstones too, but they turned out to be somewhat poorly stocked in the works of the above authors.

The other day I received my timetable for my exams and somehow I actually believe that a certain exam board are trying to stretch me, by placing one exam at the beginning of May whilst the other (a 3 hour exam) will take place at the end of June, and they are both for the same subject. My school also happens to be celebrating their 50th anniversary jubilee celebrations at the end of June too- where I have been asked to participate in the proceedings. No matter- multi-tasking is one of the skills I put on my CV and the time will come when I will have to demonstrate that ability!

The time has come where I must prepare some work experience- so I might as well start trawling the net now!!

Hasta luego- or as my spanish tutor tells me- Ciao (I could have sworn that was Italian, but hey, SHE's the teacher!)

Long time no write

Well, the pressure has been on for the last couple of weeks- the impending doom of exams and so on, but I have a little break before the next  session of back-breaking revision begins.

I went to see the Wolf-Man last wednesday, and I found it to be somewhat clichéd and predictable (but then again what more can you actually expect from a film titled 'Wolf-Man'). The plot thickened (not that much- perhaps only to the consistency of a fruit smoothie), and I found myself wondering if I was ever going to see any true horror. During the course of the movie, I believe I became a psychic visionary, because as soon as Sir Anthony Hopkins arrived on the screen I prompted to a friend- 'Ah, the prodigal son returns', which turned out to be the first lines out of his mouth- not the most original script. Although the movie did attempt to capture my attention, it failed somewhat miserably. However the film did manage to tickle my funny bones and send me into a fit of laughter when Sir Anthony Hopkins appeared covered in fake fur with an angry smirk on his face looking like the most unconvicing werewolf of all time (and this comes from a person who watched Big Wolf On Campus- the teenage werewolf drama). Nevertheless it filled up my time- though I will dread the day they decide to make an ill-fated sequel; let's hope we never see that day.

I was surfing the net and I found an intruiging quote from Sir Anthony Hopkins today.

"You look at fashion magazines and you think, 'What are we living in?' You look at the red carpet, Paris Hilton, you know, these people and you think, 'Is there anything going on up there?' It's a mass enslavement and it's kind of fascism. And it's the androgyny of it; the androgyny of the human soul. I don't think people think any more. But maybe I'm just old."

Wolf-Man may not win any Oscars, but I believe some part of this speech is completely true and it all makes complete sense. Some people have just been drained of all independent thinking. Mass enslavement would be an appropriate term-

The sixth form had a non-school uniform day a few weeks back; the only thing you could see for miles about was our school sixth form girls in matching checked shirts, leggings and Uggs. Part of it is conformity- gaining a sense of belonging, being liked and accepted, the other part, I believe, is an actual lack of thinking- have we lost all control our limbs? do we not control all our own thoughts? or have people been brainwashed by such a sense of self conciousness that they have forgotten how to be themselves?

Any thoughts?

xx