What an absolutely ridiculous couple of weeks. I knew there was a reason I quit theatre; and yet it seems drama can never be truly circumvented. Ah well, no use worrying about it then.
I'm trying to think of what note worthy films I've watched of late.
Of course the first thing that comes to mind is Ball of Fire
And while we're on the subject of of Barbara Stanwyck:
In fact it was this movie that inspired me to beat it home for Easter and surprise MoMa with unconditional love and an Easter egg hunt. Maybe it was just the weariness of the week or the gradual weakening of my over-critical senses to melodrama but Stella Dallas in all its corny glory had me, i'll admit, teary-eyed. Either way it was a lovely weekend with the Pepps and the Buffs and the MoMa. Not much else to say, I guess. Pre-registration, GRS, and Wesfest this weekend should keep me busy. . .
Oh, and swimming? It pwns. Sure all the negative attributes of the activity are still there, (with the exception of the swim-cap. They're not required, hallelujah) but the feel-good after effects are so worth it. (I guess that's why people do sports?) Anyway it's my new personal spliff.
