amalthya: (Marbles In Your Nose)
So, with [livejournal.com profile] regyt's prompting, we went out to see Patrick Stewart as Macbeth at the Brooklyn Academy of Music. It's been so popular that they're actually moving it to Broadway. Who could resist? Jean-Luc Piccard playing Macbeth!?

Anyway, [livejournal.com profile] infd, Hiuyan, Adam and I went to see it this past Saturday. Thoughts under the cut for people who don't want to be spoiled.

Weird Sisters != Twisted Sister )
I'll be curious to see what/if they change for the Broadway move. Or to hear other people's thoughts who've seen it!
amalthya: (harry: limits)
In an effort to feel like less of a failure at school right now, I've been trying to compile a list of things that is good and is keeping me motivated.

Also, I don't post less than you do, [livejournal.com profile] blackiestark! We all know that that's not even possible!


  • I've been going to the gym very, very regularly. Even when it means going three days in a row. Instead of sitting at the computer, I'll drag my ample tush down to 92nd street and work out. I usually do cardio ~3 days a week and then on Wednesdays I do this incredibly difficult, upside-down, pretzel-twisting Vinyasha yoga class before chemistry class. I'm still not sure which one is more challenging.
    I guess part of my motivation is that I'm going to that wedding in 2 weeks, but really, there's something very satisfying about it anyway. I'm sore today, and I love it. Besides, I can check my email on my phone! And Facebook!!

    Oh, and funnily, last night a girl came in on her cell and was like "Yea, and I'm going to the gym instead of doing that paper that I have to write so I don't fail out of school!!" and I laughed, and somehow felt better. I may be a big booch failure, but I'm not alone.

  • I finally bit the bullet and got someone into my apartment to clean it and [livejournal.com profile] noranac is coming on Friday to help me unpack. Yay! Unpacking will be so nice, and not having to pull my clothes from inside a box will be such a change. When people go on a treasure hunt, they're usually not looking for clean underwear. They're sometimes looking for dirty! But it does definitely put an adventure-spin on things.
    Seriously, though, when I came home last night to find my kitchen and bathroom and living room all shiny and clean, it rocked.

  • I'm going to a concert tonight! Schoolwork be damned! Pink Martini, at the Tilles Center. Yes, I could have seen them at Avery Fisher Hall but I prefer smaller venues. So we're going to Long Island, Adam, Micah, Alex and I. Woo! It should be fun.

  • I got this supercompetitive internship at the Museum of Natural History. I officially have a staff badge again, and secret elevator access, and employee cafeteria munchability, and more importantly, lovely science-type things to put on my CV. It's a fantastic opportunity, doing DNA analysis on polar mammals to test their changing fitness in a climate of global warming, and I just can't wait to dig in!
    Does this mean I have less free time? Yea. But I'll parse through it all somehow.

  • Did I mention I'm going to Colombia (the country) in 10 days? Do you want a postcard? Comment here! (comments are screened)

  • Tell me something that makes you happy! Or a secret! It's Thursday, the week is almost over, and I'm trying to stave off my peaking anxiety.

Tickets

Mar. 3rd, 2008 04:51 pm
amalthya: (Hi F)
[personal profile] astralina and Evan couldn't make it up from Florida to go to the Pink Martini concert, so I'm inquiring to see if 1 or 2 people are interested in coming.

And, while I've asked a few people, I haven't gotten any definitive answers.

I have two pretty good tickets, row L, for this Thursday night. You'd get a ride up with me and Adam.  

Let me know ASAP.
amalthya: (forsaken me)

 I wanted to specifically thank everyone who commented on my last entry.  Not only was it nice to know that I still had friends that care, but that other people who've made the reverse culture shock transition have gone through the same thing was somehow comforting.

Things have felt like drudgery, but since airing them out, I've at least felt more at peace. I got a LOT of work done over the weekend (though nowhere near what I wanted to/needed to get done) and arrived at class this morning, bright and early for the 8am-ness, only to discover that it was cancelled.

But I took it well, and since I aired out my strife, I've been handling the bumps a little better.

Some of my funny/previously stress-inducing vignettes:

On the train ride down to Maryland, in the packed train I sat down next to a lonely bag. I figured its owner was in the toilet, or on line at the cafe car.  I didn't become alarmed until the train had already made its first stop in New Jersey, but when the Jerseyans entered the train, I let them know that the seat was, to my knowledge, taken.

This guy in the seat in front of me turned around and said "Stop lying you cunt! Just move your fucking bag and let him sit down"

Oooch!  Seriously? I explained to him that it really wasn't my bag, and that I presumed someone to be sitting there, but the jock-face who was standing in the aisle moved the bag into the overhead and sat down.  He was cranky too, complaining loudly to his (?) girlfriend on the phone that he was sitting "next to some bitch whose stuff was everywhere."

I tapped him on the shoulder and explained that No, really, it wasn't my bag, but he just got all huffy that I was "eavesdropping"

Finally, the conductor came by and I let him know about the bomb bag that had been in the seat next to me. He checked it, and saw that it was a crewmember's bag.  The crewmember, a "sassy" woman came over and started to sass me when she thought I'd moved her bag.

But of course, I sold out the jerks sitting in front of me and next to me.  And did she let them HAVE it!  The other conductor started yelling at the guy next to me, saying that had the bag been a bomb, he would have endangered us all!

I felt very vindicated.

Also, I did not lose my wallet again.

On Saturday, I tried to boot up the newly-hard-drived laptop that I'd picked up at the Apple Store on Friday.  The machine seemed to be working sort of okay on the train ride down.  But on Saturday, it seemed to have forgotten that it HAD a hard drive.

Calls to Apple Technical Support were fruitless.  (Remember when Apple had really great customer service and people in tech support who weren't just reading from a manual in an indiscernable accent?)

I called the store directly, looking for the guy who'd helped me before and who told me to call him if anything else went wrong.  After having to pseudo-fight with the girl on the phone that insisted that Geniuses Were Not Allowed to Use the Phone, she put the guy on the phone, and he asked me nicely to come back to the Apple Store, and that this time they were going to replace my motherboard.

Why didn't they do that the last time, instead of just band-aiding it with another hard drive?  Who really knows, but I made a point of saying that I have enough shit to do without having to pitch a tent in the Apple Store and live there indefinitely while they try every option that is not d) Replacing my Computer with one that actually works.

But I still laughed about it.  My art was appreciated, too, but I didn't get to make any more:

                                 
Fat Brown Bear                                                                   Fat Purple Dragon


Yes, they're both fat.  And it makes them cuter.

I'm talking with the Chem Lab techs tonight.  And, despite class being cancelled, I showed up at Swahili this morning ontime and with all of the work prepared and finished.

I also had an interview for an AWESOME internship that reinvigorated my faith in myself on Friday, as a genetics tech at the Museum of Natural History, studying changing genetic fitness in arctic mammals as a result of global warming. I think I nailed the interview, so we'll hope that that pans out.

Never can have too many good things on your resume.

Gotta go up front.

amalthya: (bad day)
 I'm not usually the first one to admit.  I'd rather internalize it to the point of levels of anxiety so high I give myself a rash (see entries of last year).

But man, things have been TOUGH.  

It didn't just start with last week, when I lost my wallet on an Amtrak train.  Technicolor Orange 70s Amtrak Seats + Orange Wallet == No Wallet.  I still haven't gotten replacement cards in the mail, which means my accounts are frozen.  So, I have no money.  And no credit cards.  

I had to CRY to get a new Columbia ID so I could go to work (can't get into the building without it).  It costs $20, and they seemed not to grasp the fact that no wallet == no $20. 

The toughness didn't start two weeks ago either when my laptop's hard drive died... again... in the span of 5 weeks.  Not only did the genius refuse to believe me at first when I said it was hard drive problems, but this is the SAME problem that happened with a DIFFERENT hard drive (same laptop) in the middle of December.  They've just put (another) new hard drive in, and in my fear of putting everything back on there only to lose everything again has dissuaded me from going to pick it up. 

The start of the toughness wasn't in the middle of January either, when my closing was moved a week later than previously scheduled, though the first closing date was already two weeks later than I wanted it.  It meant that I had to move in RIGHT before school restarted, giving me almost no time at all to unpack and settle in before I was expected to "produce".

If I'm honest, the toughness has been happening, and growing, and building, and starting its 401K for a long time. Probably since I came back to the States forever ago, and tried to start up a normal life again.

Is this something that's even possible?  Why is it that I found living an "extraordinary" life so easy and brilliant and exciting and yet still I am failing miserably at living this "plebeian" life?  

Does having no motivation for school mean that I have no motivation (or talent) to be a good veterinarian?  

I've never felt so much self-doubt,  or fear, or fear of purpose, or cynicism in my life.  It's like one is convinced through years of movie watching that things are supposed to be a certain way.  That you have A, and all the oppositions and hardships facing the completion of A, and then, miraculously, C!  Triumphing over the hardships of A! 

In other words, if Phase 1 is "Collect Underpants," how DOES ONE MAKE A PROFIT?

I pride myself on being self-sufficient and capable of anything. I don't get sick that often, I don't use my failures as some sort of crutch or as an excuse for why I can't perform.  Any obstacle I "should" be able to overcome.

But I've admitted to myself, this semester, this year, this time, that I'm failing.  It's beyond my control at this point, because I resolutely said to myself at the beginning of this semester:

You will NOT skip classes, and not do work, and be unmotivated.

And yet still, here I am, behind, overwhelmed, overworked and feeling like I don't need any help undermining myself, because I'm doing such a bangup job of it myself.

Things will not pan out on their own.  C will not fall into my lap (ie I will not get into veterinary school if I cannot will myself to do better in school).  I am the master of my own destiny, but that thought alone is the most depressing of all at this point.  Because if my life does not meet my own expectations, it's not ONLY MY FAULT, but it's practically expected.  If everyone lived out their dreams and their passions, no one would be sweeping the floors, right?


I went to the Center for Psychological Services on campus to see if I could see someone about trying to find practical solutions to get me back on track.  They have this ridiculously long process of an appointment for a phone interview, then an appointment for a person interview, and all the while I believed that it would lead into some sort of tangible, helpful therapy.

I saw the woman yesterday, and she dredged up a bunch of unpleasant memories while I, difficultly, acknowledged that I had lost control of the situation and wasn't sure what to do.

And then, she did nothing. She referred me to someone else, outside of the CPS network, and sent me on my way.

Further proof to me that I only have myself to rely on, really.  

But really, I'm just tired of feeling like a failure.  If I was taking a Self-Doubt class, I'd be getting an A.  But everything else?  

I got a small beacon of hope today when [profile] noranac and [profile] celestialmartyr agreed to come and drive my remaining stuff from my old place to my new place. 

I'm not completely alone, but with regard to going forward?  I don't know if I can do it.

And with that, work ends, and it's time for me to go to class


amalthya: (gcal whore)
My schedule has gotten out of control, and I'm now here, at the bottom of the oubliette, and I haven't finished cleaning the stuff out of my old apartment or even put my clothes away in my new apartment.

I need help!  Being in the old apartment has gotten to be a mindfuck and when I get there I just don't get enough done. Also, I can't sit in the car doubleparked downstairs AND bring things down.

Would anyone be willing to come by tomorrow in the afternoon and help me?

Thanks!

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amalthya: (Default)
Aimee   3 
Allison  10 
Amis   0 
Anya   6 
Atalya  2 
Claire -6 
Dominique 8 
Fatima 20
Katarzyna -2
Kimberly  0
Lauren 2 
Marvita 16
Stacy Ann 3 
Whitney 3

   
Want to see how the score broke down?  Check it out here


Remember to pick your girls for next week's episode, when we'll actually HAVE challenges and panel and everything else that will accrue points.

Remember too that most of the points are awarded to models who make the show interesting.  Crying, fighting, getting naked, that's your bread and butter at first.  Not necessarily "good models"

I hope everyone is enjoying the league!  I'll continue to score all the girls and send emails to people with their weekly totals.  I'm also keen to have a viewing party sometime (thanks for the suggestion, [personal profile] shell524!!) or perhaps a drinking game ;)

Questions? Comments?  Want IN?

Comment here. All comments are screened.
amalthya: (dingo)
Reminder to all who expressed interest, but our America's Next Top Model Fantasy League draft is beginning because the first episode is TOMORROW!!

Please email me your first three picks for this week. 

You can see the roster
here

How the game works:  You score points for the girls you've picked week-to-week.  You can change your three girls every week if you want, or keep the same team if no one has been eliminated. 

Watch the show! Enjoy the drama!  Get POINTS for the drama!

The scoring is as follows:

Scoring )

These girls are so hungry, they'll fuel your pointcount whether you want them to or not.  No need for a television, I'll post the YouTube episode every week under this tag- antm.fantasy    and eventually the link to the CW11 online episode.

Remember to get your first 3 girls picked by today!  You can also comment on this entry. Comments will be screened to protect strategy!
amalthya: (top of the world)
Things are moving forward, but I don't feel like I'm getting anywhere.  I talked to a former Chapin girl over lunch last week and she expressed her urge to get into grad school,  and how she loves her boyfriend but would be willing to cut him loose if he got in the way of her career goals.

It forces me to look at my life, and wonder if, as [profile] pattiejoesurmised, I'm on some sort of errant path. I don't feel motivated at this point.  I wouldn't be willing to give up my friends and especially Adam if they got in the way of things I want to do.

And yes, I struggle immensely with chemistry.  But it doesn't cause me to want to work harder at it.  I'm coasting, but toward what end I'm not sure.

I think I've been feeling particularly off my game since I moved.  I'm sort of half-moved-in, half-unpacked, and, as Dan and Chris can attest, a good deal of my stuff is still at the other apartment.  Adam and I intended to go and get it this past Sunday, but were deterred by the Freak-Out-Of-Nowhere blizzard.  

But even worse is the fact that I haven't unpacked my shoes or bags, and 90% of my clothes are at one of THREE laundromats I've patronized during the past month, but I have nothing to put on my body, my feet or to schlep my shit.

And really, it makes it especially hard to feel settled, and centered, and study-ish.

Adam and I were productive this past weekend, though.  We moved TVs, cable setups, and got everything reconnected and turned the couch.  I still need to unpack tubs and put up shelves and find a place for all of the miscellaneous chatchkies I seem to accrue.  What does one even do to store all of these things?

Is it the newly wintered weather that's causing my malaise?  I'm finding it harder and harder to stick to time plans that I make for myself, and getting out of bed has never been so challenging.  And I'm getting behind.

How do I thwart this perpetual snowball effect?

No snow puns intended, but I can't remember the last time I felt so adrift. 


***EDIT:  I should mention too that I managed to prevent myself from having a nervous breakdown last night when my laptop, whose hard drive was JUST replaced, started acting funny in a pre-death-rattle sort of way.  I'm heading to the Genius Bar tonight, but it's just one more thing that I'd prefer not to have to deal with right now.
amalthya: (anise star)
 Work is going really well.  I sort of forgot after all this time unemployed that you can really feel happy to be going to work and not be dragging your feet with anticipated misery.  I know that this job will really have no bearing on any veterinary school applications that I submit, which is sort of sad, because I've found that examining the kinds of books that people are reading (and checking out/in) to be so illuminating!  And honestly, it's making me long to read for fun again, a pasttime that my school obligations sadly leave little time for.

The last book I read for fun (during vacation) was a book I bought on a whim to read on the bus ride down to Maryland:  "Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs" by Chuck Klosterman.  I was really looking for an "easy" book, since concentrating on the bus is an easy recipe for nausea, and I never expected to enjoy it so much!  It's a book that's biting and cynical, but really, I felt, speaks to people my age and older.  I've found myself referencing it in conversation several times since, and I'm curious to know if anyone else has read it.  So let me know!

But yes, no time for fun reading. In fact, sometime during my work hours today, I have to finish last week's lab and write up the pre-lab, due at 6 pm.  I've only got 1 class between now and then, from 1:10 to 2:25 so I'm confident that I can finish it, but I've got a problem set due on Thursday, class tonight until 10pm, work tomorrow, and an aching feeling of being trapped in a prison of obligations.

And what's worse - despite my fervent desire to do well this semester, regain my position on the dean's list, and get into my top choice vet schools in several years' time, I'm still suffering from the same problems with going to class and feeling motivated to really push myself that extra mile. I find myself constantly distracted ... by housework, phonecalls, SVU, petting the kitties, taking a bath... really, anything.  When I do finally sit down and commit to it, I can handle it, but especially with chemistry, where staying on top of work is essential, I find that my difficulty with the material makes me want to work on it LESS.  It does not spur me to work harder, or go to more classes.  In fact, the classes I do attend are literally painful to sit through.  The teacher mumbles along, and I'm thrown a mix of things that are obvious and things that are impossible to grasp with the same flair of monotone chalk scribbling and I sit there, sort of comprehending, but knowing that if someone asked me to give a summary, I'd fail.  This leaves learning up to me, at home, but again, with the will!  

So I'm stuck.  In the interim, of course, I've been exceling at work, but this is a pattern that I've discovered before.  Feel bad and unsuccesful at school?  Wow 'em at work! And then... slowly... leave...school.  Which I'm not keen to do again.  In my current plan, I will finish all my extra sciences by the time I am 30.  Graduating college at 30. Could be worse, but in the perspective of all of the other things I want to do with my life...

Anyway,  someone just dropped 25 books in the check-in slot, so I'm going to go and check 'em in.  Maybe I'll write later.
amalthya: (gcal whore)

A lot of people spent the early parts of January making posts about their New Year's Resolutions.  They tacked on sentiments about the previous year, and regrets they had that they intended to amend in the coming year.

I intend to make no such post, because I feel like my 2007 speaks for itself.  It was filled with intense happinesses (yes, plural) and a tremendous feeling of growth as I learned what, exactly, it was that I needed to maintain my levels of happiness.

My only real regret was that I was unable to be completely happy in what should have been perfect situations. It caused rifts that I fear are irreparable.  But the loss that I feel at the lack of these people in my life is palpable.  They cannot be replaced, but since I cannot offer them what they truly wanted, it is my loss to bear.

The new year has started on highs and lows.  

High:  I bought an apartment!  A real one, on 133rd and Broadway.  I was helped immensely by regyt, and while I'm still unpacking and have ever more furniture to buy and assemble, I feel more at home than I have in ages.  I'm also watching kinfae's cats until March or so, and it's nice to have furry friends in the house again.  I took rosefox's suggestions and bought the Furminator, and woa, does it loosen hairs! Watch out for kitties running away after being Furminated -- anything they rub up against will be furrier than they are.

High: I started a new job at Columbia library! I'm no longer a data slave in the basement;  I have a proper job at the circulation desk, regular hours and when things are quiet, time to do my homework, etc. The biggest improvement is the niceness of my boss.  She figured I'd balk at having to empty the collection bins and process the books inside.  But it was STILL better than working in the basement!

Low:  I've spent most of January being sick, and having a cough that wouldn't die.  I finally went to the doctor two weeks ago and discovered that the whooping cough I had back in Uganda in 2005 compromised my lungs and, when I get a little sniffle, my lungs will almost certainly get infected and make it hard for me to breathe/not cough.  That sucked to discover.  But, I'm handling it alright. I did end up missing most of the first week of school which is really no way to start off, but I believe that with a little extra work, I can get back on my feet.

And really, there have been no other lows.  I do miss socializing tremendously. I feel like I never see anyone (I don't) and since I have Swahili again at 8:30 am on Fridays, going to Montien is going to be difficult. I was too sick to go to Vericon, and too moving to go to Arisia.  Perhaps Lunacon?  Who all will be there?

I really think, though, that for a month at the beginning of a New Year that I'm remarkably lucky and doing incredibly well.  I've missed about a gazillion years of Livejournal, so if you have any new news, please tell me or link me!

Or if you'd like to make plans, let's do it! Come and see my new house!

amalthya: (caught)
Despite the title of this entry, this is not, in fact, a post about New Year's Eve. After the high shennaniganry of Saturday night, Adam and I decided to take it easy and head over to noranac's and have a low-key "party". We did watch the ball drop, but couldn't find Dick Clark's live broadcast from his casket.

 And it was really nice!  I'm still incredulous that another year has gone by.  I remember what last year was like:  fun, but so completely different. 

I'm back at work now, as is Adam, and I guess the weird feelings are coming from the fact that the lull of the holiday season are over.  During the holidays, you feel validated even if you're lazy, spend too much and get too little done.  But now that it's the second, I've really got to get back onto the horse.  I'm moving in 11 days, which seems incredible, and I haven't even started packing yet!

Work seems to have rewarded me, though, with a task that's incredibly easy and easy on the brain.  SO I'm buzzing through, whee! 

January is filling up quickly.  I need to figure out when to do my housewarming party too!
amalthya: (Janis)
I think one of the worst feelings in the world is the feeling of losing faith in yourself. It's often so easy for me to be optimistic about myself and my abilities:  I think about what I've accomplished and hurdles I've leaped over, and I believe that there is nothing I can't do.

But tonight, not only am I not going to Montien, but I will be attempting to complete the impossible. "Impossible" in the perspective that I have certain things that I must complete tonight that I cannot possibly actually finish.

The knowledge of this truth is terrifying, because I HAVE to finish these things.  I must do it for myself, and for my academic future, and for my own knowledge that I am not the failure that I am perceived to be.

But I know, deep down, that I probably won't succeed.

Because the only thing I've succeeded in doing is getting sick.  I am officially sick, sitting in the computer lab at school, struggling to work after having met with my advisor and spilt my guts/tears/frustrations.

If I do manage to do all of these things tonight, it will have to be from a horizontal position, IN bed, with sporadic napping and copious airborne/tea.

I'm going home. Cannot sit upright.  Cannot sit with self.
amalthya: (whingah)
There comes a point in the holiday season where you just break. I'm reminded of that Family Guy where Lois goes insane and starts telling people to shove things up their Holly Jolly butts.

It really doesn't help that everything is coinciding with the end of school, my period and what should typically be a happy time.

But I'm finding myself disillusioned. I spent so much time being away from my friends that I now find myself disconnected. And I separated myself from them in order to do better in school, which clearly was a bust.

I'm getting penalized spitefully by a particular teacher, despite my A+ presentation, he is refusing to rectify the shitty grade he gave me and I've had this goddamned French bullshit hanging over my head all semester.

I was so ready to reconnect, but it seems like everyone is missing. I criticized Fred for having such a low opinion of people, but I'm not sure why I defended them. I feel like most people have such serious strings attached to their friendships, and I'm just in no mood to even keep trying to maintain them. If they want to ditch me once I'm not giving them what they want/expect of me, then fuck them.


Additionally, I tried to hold another Secret Santa this year at Montien because last year had been so easy and fun and everyone seemed to enjoy it. But most people didn't respond, so I just cancelled it. And I'm thinking of not even going tomorrow night. I don't have the energy, honestly. If people don't want to celebrate, fuck them too.

Apologies to people who didn't incite my vitriol and are having to read it anyway.

I am feeling slightly better during the past hour when I discovered that one of my Christmas presents from Adam is a squishable penguin.

I'm also excited for the EBHS Christmas party tonight. I'm going to enjoy the night and go home and finish everything else up tonight and tomorrow during the day.

I'm thinking of just bailing on Montien tomorrow and going down to Maryland for some R&R. It may mean missing Friday night plans but I'm just feeling so unsure.

And did I mention shitty? I need to go lie down.
amalthya: (asleep)
It's sort of funny, making yourself breakfast at 4 am just to convince your body that it's a normal hour.  Ignore the darkness outside! Or that cold, cold gust of winds coming from Riverside, whistling up the empty, dark streets.

Once again, it's a chemistry-related feeling of doom this early in the morning. Exam at 9,in 4.5 hours, and going over some last minute review problems. 

Of course, the real problem is that I'm tired, it's now 4:30 am and I'm no closer to getting some sleep. We saw No Country for Old Men over the weekend, which everyone I know seemed to like.  I wanted to like it too, because I know someone who did the marketing for it.

But I couldn't help but feeling at the end of it that it was something like the Emperor's New Clothes.  No one actually really "got" it, but it felt like it was deep, and they didn't want to feel stupid, so they just raved about how deep it was.

Not to say that the acting wasn't great, and I got the whole point about futility and cycles.  But to end a long, invested movie with a sort of "And so it goes"?  I was left unsatisfied.  Didn't they learn anything from the season finale of the Sopranos?


Speaking of lessons learned, don't eat the candies from gingerbread house kits.  Just FYI.
amalthya: (one dirty sock)
I know livejournal is for whining, but while I wait for the final verdict on my apartment, I should share other news!

I've seen a couple movies lately. I know I wrote about Beowulf, but a bunch of us all went and saw The Golden Compass on Saturday (including [personal profile] grysar , [profile] dshadow , [personal profile] kamalloy  and Adam). Now, I know from the flist that others have despised it, even loathed it, but I gotta say: it was, at many times, enjoyable.

Firstly, the CG was AMAZING. With so many characters that were mostly graphical, I wasn't aware of any funny tennis-ball eye-ing, or lines around people riding giant bears. And I loved the depiction of the ice bears. Especially their little bear-hip-wiggle.

Acting was good! They seriously pulled out some A-list talent, and the girl playing Lyra was very enjoyable and believable, and Nicole Kidman's scary Barbie doll plasticity actually worked in her favor.

Loyalty to the book was good! In fact, I think it was _too_ good (see below)

They tried to pack EVERYTHING in! So that, to make a movie that fit into the timeframe, every line of dialogue had to be plot and exposition-laden.

"Hi, my name is Lyra. Did you know that I love the North, am precocious, love Ice Bears and will meet one very soon?"

"That's nice! I'm Billy Costa. I'm a ragamuffin and let's quickly discuss the gobblers because I'm about to get GOBBLED up!!"

Also, there were parts that were just downright BORING. They chose to keep pretty much all of the principle characters, so every 2 minutes, you're introduced to someone new and there's never time to actually get to know (or care) about any of them! Instead various deep character relations are just graced upon. Witch-snookering, Scoresby-knowing, Gypsy-dealings.

And what was with the gypsies anyway? It seemed like the only qualifier of a "Gyptian" was Copious Eyeliner. And I couldn't tell half of them apart.

I knew some things would be Hollywoodized. Of course Billy Costa wasn't going to die (onscreen). And most notably: I'd read previously that they filmed a new ending, despite having already shot the ending from the book. It was still shocking to see a cheesy sunset-end to the movie, but I sort of knew it was coming.

Supposedly, they will add that scene to the beginning of the next movie. Which... I guess... is right. If they make another movie. It does make me sad that people are saying the movie "tanked." I feel like it somehow disparages the books too.

Long story short -- I enjoyed it. The parts that were good were *really* good and swept me away. And the parts that were maddening or slow or maddeningly slow were still pretty to look at. The intercission scene was a traumatic for me as it had been in the book.

I wonder if I'd seen it with people who hated it more whether I'd have more to complain about but really, I might see it again and I'll definitely get the DVD.




I've done most of my Christmas shopping. It's funny, but I have gifts for people sitting around my house that I got so long ago, and I'm not really sure what to do with them.  I'm keen to start celebrating Christmas properly.  After having a dream about finding a Messiah score on the street, I think I need to go and sing it (which [personal profile] rosefox and I plan to do on Friday after my exam!)

I have tons to do, and will probably pull another all nighter tonight. If I wonder why no one comments anymore, it's probably because I've become so depressing and overworked!  Bah!

To prove that I am still fun, feel free to enjoy my winter wonderland, courtesy of Peter the Penguin.  And, if you need even more Wintry Fun, there's also Ice Skating in Columbia, MD!

Now, off to festive E3B Departmental Fun and Food  
amalthya: (bad day)
What is up with people untagging themselves from photos in Facebook?  Why did I go to the trouble of uploading funny old photos if they're just going to bury them in Facebook etiquette anyway?

Bleh

Dec. 7th, 2007 11:22 am
amalthya: (forsaken me)
The good news is that I meet with the co-op board on Monday.  I'm not sure what to wear, other than something formal-ish.

This week has felt way too long, though, and I'm ready for it to be over. I wanted to spend the entire weekend singing Christmas carols and making ginger bread houses and playing video games, but it turns out I have a take-home swahili exam due Monday now.

I drank too much at Montien and feel like crap today, I'm utterly unmotivated and can think of nothing but getting my new apartment and moving into it.

And then never leaving it.  Seriously. I desperately need some R&R.  I feel so stupid today. I knew nothing in Swahili today.  I seem to be unable  to perform anything today with any level of proficiency.  I can't even win at Othello!

I feel horribly unpopular too. What happened?
amalthya: (coconut)
I've gotten SO MUCH DONE today.  I finished my presentation around 11:11, and [profile] redmilkwood, [profile] thegarlicbite, [personal profile] astralina and Adam took a look at it and gave me excellent, helpful suggestions.

I got a bit woozy around 12:30, despite having just been flying the high of being finished. I'm guessing my body is giving up on me, based on the sudden resurgence of my itchy, itchy face.

You know that you're lost in a daze of sleep deprivation when:

a) you haven't been outside in nearly two days

and

b) you're not sure whether the medication that is firm in its mandate to "not take more than one a day" thinks that a day has, in fact, passed, because we are not so sure.


I'd desperately like to go and see [profile] s00j and [personal profile] catvalente tonight.  We'll see how I feel after the giving of the presentation at 6.  Bleh.

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